<?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-5357574037070537530</id><updated>2011-07-31T08:03:32.898+10:00</updated><category term='dark'/><category term='cupboards'/><category term='t shirts'/><category term='X-Box'/><category term='arguments'/><category term='movies'/><category term='kinder surprise'/><category term='chairs'/><category term='strawberry'/><category term='strawberries'/><category term='cups'/><category term='first days'/><category term='Emma Robets'/><category term='Hugh Hefner'/><category term='packing'/><category term='assignments'/><category term='civil rights movement'/><category term='Miss Mosh'/><category term='henry the 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seek'/><category term='computer games'/><category term='tests'/><category term='Converse'/><category term='Jason Mraz'/><category term='Ray Bans'/><category term='twitter'/><category term='Whid Child'/><category term='lips'/><category term='lovers'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='shakespeare'/><category term='pixies'/><title type='text'>a felix con amore</title><subtitle type='html'>"I met this gorgeous girl, a bit of a wallflower, but very sweet."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>139</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-5635981627014131736</id><published>2010-08-05T05:55:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T06:07:29.747+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh hai thar</title><content type='html'>Haven't been here for a while, lots has happened.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not going to go through it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been slack, year 12 has kept me busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm moving over to tumblr, so adios amigos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://florajessie.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://florajessie.tumblr.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing there yet. But there will be soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love my dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;But I think I've out grown you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know I might be back.&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/5357574037070537530-5635981627014131736?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/5635981627014131736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-hai-thar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/5635981627014131736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/5635981627014131736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-hai-thar.html' title='Oh hai thar'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-8984983039958298356</id><published>2010-04-21T16:07:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T17:14:07.869+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuckity fuck fuck</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't written to you in a while dear blog, but I've come to tell you up until this moment everything has been perfect. Great friends, school wasn't too bad either, and of course the most amazing boyfriend I could ever ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we all know that secretly I only write to you when something fucks up, and so I have something to complain about. Well now, face it, that time has come. Okay so since I last wrote to you, sure there's be the occasional down times, but it will have been and gone in the blink of an eye, so there's also been some amazing times I was going to write to you about, but I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I just need to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is my fault guys.&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to blame everything on me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if I have absolutely nothing to do with it, find a way, and blame it all on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's what everyone else does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However part of this is linked properly to me.&lt;br /&gt;Part is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part I may have said, part I have not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lies fuck everything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends fuck everything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Sorry, so called friends fuck everything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm sure I've mentioned somewhere along the line, I'm making a film with someone whom I thought was a dear friend. People class us as best friends, I think we're close, but not that close, she already has a best friend, and clearly that is not me as she has previously stated to people, and quite obviously it will never be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I was slightly cut at the fact that she goes out of her way to remind people and myself about that, I didn't want to classify us as best friends, but it would have been nice. Clearly that spot will just be taken by the boy who owns my heart. And apparently, no one else will ever get to be my bestfriend. I'm sick of being cut down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's irrelevant, it fuels my anger, but its 99.8% irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relevant information is that everything is my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our film assignment at school, we've decided to take two different parts of our film and hand them in, helping each other, but not enough to be classified as a group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My part wasn't fully filmed, I edited what I could, with help, I never asked for her help, but she insisted. I accepted what she was helping me with. Technically speaking, I did most of it, she just helped with a few cuts. I made my titles, I chose music, I did subtitles, I did sound effects, and 99% of the cuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her part was filmed next, one of her actors decided to be a fuckhead (who is also another part of this rant which will be explained later) and just be douchy and not want to help when we needed him not to be bitching. Apparently that's my fault. I was sick that day, but I pulled through as much as I could without falling over, and he used that as an excuse for him to go home and stop filming. I sat down for a few minutes because I wasn't needed, I need to regain my energy and focus myself, and apparently because 'I was giving up' he should get to go home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little was filmed that day because of him. That was also the last day of our holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to backtrack a little here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start the holidays, I enlisted the help of my boyfriend to make the weapons for us, he agreed to help. I paid him. I paid him $50 to make 4 swords and 2 daggers, and I paid for supplies. SO that was the first amount of money I let go of for our production. Costumes were picked up mostly from opshops which I with the help of a willingly mother altered to make perfect. Opshop purchases were probably $60 - $70 I'm not sure anymore. Cloaks were needed! 13 meters of black cloth, all up $74. I've paid for all of this. Almost $200. I supplied transport, food, places to get ready, and more patience and time that I should of in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this was to be a joint production, so of course it was expected of my friend to at least pay for something. ...Wait is it? Lets see, $4 for tights! $10 for makeup she wanted, and we ended up using my stuff instead. So $14 towards costumes. Oh and her tracks she wanted made, she put forward $50 and I filled in the rest, the tracks she expected someone else to make. Her tracks which I wasn't allowed to use, her tracks which didn't even work. Her tracks which wasted time that we could have been filming, oh lets see...? Her part of the movie, my part of the movie. But no, we had to spend 3 or 4 days making useless tracks, when we could have had both our films finished and edited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we've run into a problem here, mines partially filmed, hers is not. Our last day of holidays is when she decides she needs to film hers. Now recently, I've had a throat infection, okay so I've gotten over that, but occasionally I wake up with the sorest throat, and have some troubles. That day happened to be the day I needed to film. But that's okay, I pulled through it and got myself ready. I went and I kicked some butt. That was until I couldn't stand and needed to sit down. Which as previously stated, was when my other friend decided he'd up his role as douchebag and ask to go home again, but this time using me as an excuse. The battle was lost, and we were sent home early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so now school has started, everyday I wanted to film mine it rained. So I've been left with half a film. So far when we've needed to film my friends, she just hasn't had any luck at having douchebag being able to be there. And so that's my fault. In fact, it's so much my fault that I didn't use him in my film and made sure he was busy every day we needed to film hers (I don't see how this is my fault, considering that everyday I filmed mine he was also busy, but apparently it is). Okay, so she finally found a day in which she thought everyone could be there. One of our actors had to pull out due to other things (His other things I saw as a completely reasonable excuse, family comes before filming, but not to her apparently), but that was okay, she could alter the story line just enough to not have to use him, but still make sense (he wasn't a very important character). Now on this fateful day, my friend decided to not come to school, and made sure that I had to organise everyone else for her. And take everyone to her house where we were filming. Now that wasn't so much of an issue, but as everyone started pulling out, it was my job to break it to her, because no one else would. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone call went something like,&lt;br /&gt; "Hey. I have a problem"&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;"Douchebag can't make it either."  - I didn't really call him that, but for purposes of this, it's the same person as before.&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, his mum wanted him home earlier."&lt;br /&gt;"What about x?"&lt;br /&gt;"I told you before he couldn't make it."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh great, where are you?"&lt;br /&gt;"At home, informing you of this."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh so I'm just going to fail this assignment, thanks guys."&lt;br /&gt;"Do you want me to still come?"&lt;br /&gt;"There is nothing we can do."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh... You sure?"&lt;br /&gt;"Positive." And with that, she hung up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the next day I then got an ear full from her for not going out there, after she told me there was no point. Apparently that's code for, "Please do come out." So her not telling me is my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on that night, I was told by douchebag that he wanted me in his film, totally disgarding that I had previously told him that I couldn't since mine was no where near done (At this point it was only cut, there was no sound no nothing. This was monday night.) My film also chucked a spaz, deleted a scene, which I complained about but re-cut and put back in. Douchebag said I had nothing to worry about since it was on the schools computers, because my other friend had put it there. What she had done, was taken the exported version that was of shitty quality, and had no sound and put that on the computer. Douchebag expected me to just use that and hand it in, claiming that it was finished, and that I was to act in his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! It doesn't work like that, now I'm sorry that he thinks thats a perfectly good thing to hand in, but Film is the only subject I'm passing with well enough to bring up my report card and keep it looking moderately good. I wasn't in the mood to throw mine away to work on his, which he expected me to. Mum had made plans for the night he wanted me there, and I had originally said I'd try to help him but I was making no promises, I then told him early that night so he had the chance to find someone else that I couldn't make it due to these plans which apparently now involved me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to him, these plans never existed, and it was my way of just ditching him because I didn't help. I believe what he said to me today was, "Whenever anyone needs you Jessie, you fuck off without a trace." And anyone who actually knows me, knows that that's not true. I go out of my way to help people, if he knew half what I do, he wouldn't be saying shit like that, and that's the stuff that hurts. I don't care if people call me names etc, but when someone says that, it mentally and physically hurts, because I'd love to see half the people who depend on me try and do things without me. I've helped my best friend, get clean countless times, no once have I not been there for him. And so when someone says something like that, I'd love to be able to ring someone else, and ask when I've let them down. And you know what they'll say, 'never'. They wont be able to think of a time. These people here haven't even known me for a year yet, and they think they know everything about me, and how I act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apparently on monday I agreed to help my friend edit hers in a conversation that never happened. Out side of that phone conversation, we didn't talk on monday. But no, douchebag accuses me today of swearing on my life that I agreed on monday to help edit my friends today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For fucks sake, she asked me last night! Over a text message, knowing full and well that i have no credit to reply with a yes or no answer. If she had really wanted my help, she would have rung, and I would have said no, because I wasn't fucking going to be there today. You know why?! Because I got sick. Yes, crazy! I got sick over night, because I had to go out in the rain to help someone! Talk about crazy. And apparently that's not believable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only since four o'clock today found out that everything is my fault. Since I signed into msn, only to be attacked by friends. Apparently it's my fault that the computer didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently it's my fault her camera didn't work on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently it's my fault her footage wouldn't go into premiere.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently it's my fault that she couldn't edit this afternoon because of all those problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that it's my fault and I wasn't even there to do anything to make it my fault.&lt;br /&gt;I've never used those computers for editing, she always does, so it's not like she didn't know what she was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's told me since then, that her teacher took her camera home to try and get it to work, and if that doesn't work, it's once again, my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I have a copy of half her footage, I offered to bring it in for her, but no no, she insisted that I didn't need to, and she'd get someone else to get it off her camera for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my fault as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, but she told me if she does get it off the camera, that she will be editing tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I offered my services to help, and she said she didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;I asked if she wanted me there, she said it was up to me.&lt;br /&gt;I said it I don't care, and once again asked if she wanted me there.&lt;br /&gt;She said she was tired of people letting her down, and if I don't care, i shouldn't go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was now that it was brought to my attention that she doesn't want me, she doesn't want anything to do with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stated that when I said, "I don't care, I meant it in the sense that it doesn't bother me if she wants me there or not. Since it's hers, and it's up to her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then said that it was up to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "No. Because I can tell when I'm obviously not wanted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and signed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so fucking pissed off, at these two, I thought they were good friends of mine, but today when I wasn't there, they clearly hatched a plan to just blame me for everything. And that's what hurt, it's  not like they calmly said anything to me. They attacked me online. Blaming me for everything. And that's what pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so now, I have to go to school tomorrow, not to make things better, i don't care anymore. But to hand in my incomplete assignment, and probably fail that because no one bothered to help me finish filming things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-8984983039958298356?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/8984983039958298356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2010/04/fuckity-fuck-fuck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/8984983039958298356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/8984983039958298356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2010/04/fuckity-fuck-fuck.html' title='Fuckity fuck fuck'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-3175914092219791871</id><published>2010-03-12T07:13:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T07:16:51.734+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm neglecting you too much my dear blog.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's because nothing exciting has been happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, I will tell you about the magical adventure that is going to my short film.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you heard it right, I'm breaking into the porn industry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...No I'm kidding, I'm making a short film full of awesome with one of my best friends here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had the idea for quite sometime now, and with our wonderful subject known as Film, we've been allowed to actually make it and pass it off as school work, to then be entered in competitions and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all pretty exciting stuff =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that, I've been swamped with assignments and have actually been rather ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...It's also still raining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-3175914092219791871?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/3175914092219791871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-feel-like-im-neglecting-you-too-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/3175914092219791871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/3175914092219791871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-feel-like-im-neglecting-you-too-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-6206126923627629512</id><published>2010-03-02T16:31:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T16:37:18.009+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>I mean seriously, it hasn't stopped raining once all day.&lt;br /&gt;Actually it probably hasn't stopped raining since yesterday afternoon or last night. I forget now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I actually don't think that I've ever seen this much rain before in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;Where I'm from, it just never ever rains. I swear to go it's been in a drought ever since I can remember. Sure you'd get the occasional rainy day, but it wouldn't last or two drops and it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I remember one day sitting in modern history watching a movie, and having the teacher pause the video. We all turned to her expecting something wise to leave her mouth and fall upon our waiting ears. But instead we get a, "You see that on the television! That's what you call rain. You might just be able to remember it from when you were a small child. But even then you might be too young for that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or in fact, one day towards the end of the year, sitting in class waiting for our health teacher to arrive, and then just suddenly the skies go black and just BAM rain everywhere. The entire class of sixteen year olds, just jumped up and went straight to the window. It was amazing to see rain. I remember our teacher walking in and wondering what we were doing, 'cause we were acting like we'd never seen rain before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure we'd seen rain before, but not very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now living here in "sunny" QLD, the amount of rain is just intense. It's so crazy.&lt;br /&gt;But with rain comes getting drenched at school and getting colds.&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/5357574037070537530-6206126923627629512?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/6206126923627629512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2010/03/rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/6206126923627629512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/6206126923627629512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2010/03/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-1037832221395189224</id><published>2010-02-28T09:38:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T09:53:05.677+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A tad of fangirl</title><content type='html'>So during the week I got to go and met Bradie Webb from Short Stack at the Short Stack in-store near where I live.&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty awesome. The only thing that would have made it even better was if it had of been the whole band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire time in the car on the way, I was joking with the boyfriend about touching Bradie Webb's face. To which I was dared to do so. I'm not sure how the joke came up, but it ended with;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dare you to go up to Bradie and say 'Can I touch your face'."&lt;br /&gt;And being me, I accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting patiently in line, we continued joking about touching Bradie's face, and what his reaction would be.&lt;br /&gt;I knew I would do it, I had to. Although, the nerves were setting in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was my turn to met the drummer of Short Stack, we shared pleasantries of how are you and things like that, Nathan was standing away from me getting ready to take a photo, Bradie was smiling and signing our stuff.&lt;br /&gt;And then BAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bradie can I touch your face?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha, what?"&lt;br /&gt;"No seriously, can I touch your face. I'll explain later."&lt;br /&gt;"Haha, okay."&lt;br /&gt;So I touched his face.&lt;br /&gt;"What was that about?" Bradie laughing quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;"We had a joke in the car, which turned into a dare. And I can't back down from a dare that's so funny."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh awesome. Photo?"&lt;br /&gt;"Defs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the story of how I met Bradie Webb the drummer from Short Stack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mhe5wDaQI/AAAAAAAAAOA/MdYtc0OJSyE/s1600-h/Photo0105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mhe5wDaQI/AAAAAAAAAOA/MdYtc0OJSyE/s400/Photo0105.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443059176924473602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mheZq5efI/AAAAAAAAAN4/3DN-KwAqARQ/s1600-h/Photo0103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mheZq5efI/AAAAAAAAAN4/3DN-KwAqARQ/s400/Photo0103.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443059168312916466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mhdSlCWbI/AAAAAAAAANw/CCWgSGiwYlw/s1600-h/Photo0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mhdSlCWbI/AAAAAAAAANw/CCWgSGiwYlw/s400/Photo0102.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443059149229414834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-1037832221395189224?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/1037832221395189224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2010/02/tad-of-fangirl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/1037832221395189224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/1037832221395189224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2010/02/tad-of-fangirl.html' title='A tad of fangirl'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mhe5wDaQI/AAAAAAAAAOA/MdYtc0OJSyE/s72-c/Photo0105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-7264374797240443458</id><published>2010-02-24T17:10:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T17:30:37.795+11:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>It's things like the writers in frankie that make me smile and laugh and continue to buy and read it.&lt;br /&gt;Like the quirky Justin Heazlewood and his take on being single, Daniel Moore and his attempt to take on MENSA, or even just Benjamin Law's ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what made my heart melt in the newest frankie (34) was Justin's last paragraph or so of his story on being single. My gosh I loved it. Just everything about it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We are wise-cracking muddles all wrapped up tight in string, like Kris Kringles waiting to be given to the right person. We are store-bought bundles of poetic observations, clever humor and kisses. Oh dear god we are good kissers. Did we mention this? Upon the well-timed mouth we'll make you forget every insult you've ever been given. We'll take you up in a hot-air balloon and land you in a forest of flowers, make you biscuits out of the sweetest honey and read you the funniest and saddest story, in voices soft as rain.&lt;/span&gt;"    -   Justin Heazlewood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rivals Nathan's speech from the last Misfits episode for my favourite way to describe our generation, even though Justin's is more a people thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;...We're young. We’re supposed to drink too much. We're supposed to have bad attitudes and shag each other's brains out. We were designed to party. We owe it to ourselves to party hard. We owe it to each other. This is it. This is our time. So a few of us will overdose, or go mental. Charles Darwin said you can't make an omelette without breaking a few eggs. That's what it's about - breaking eggs - by eggs, I mean, getting twatted on a cocktail of class As.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see yourselves... We had it all. We have fucked up bigger and better than any generation that came before us. We were so beautiful... We're screw-ups. I plan on staying a screw-up until my late twenties, or maybe even my early thirties. And I will shag my own mum before I let her.... or anyone else take that away from me!"&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't there just some awesome about that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-7264374797240443458?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/7264374797240443458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/7264374797240443458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/7264374797240443458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post_24.html' title='♥'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-2297557379193931470</id><published>2010-02-17T16:39:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T16:44:41.245+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hrumph</title><content type='html'>It worries me that I haven't been around these parts in quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;I realised this the other day, but I was feeling rather lazy and not in the mood for updating.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I decided I should come update when safari couldn't even fill in the web address from the first few letters.&lt;br /&gt;That would generally mean, I NEED TO COME BACK AND UPDATE &gt;:{&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my plans for updating more often have turned into, "Pfft. Blogs that don't get read don't need updating."&lt;br /&gt;Which is rather true, but I do enjoy updating my blog when I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus it's a rant box away from everything else :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't have anything to say. Already getting bogged with assignments, and I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-2297557379193931470?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/2297557379193931470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2010/02/hrumph.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/2297557379193931470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/2297557379193931470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2010/02/hrumph.html' title='Hrumph'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-2335282749870733951</id><published>2010-02-09T16:32:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T16:34:57.550+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>Mmmkay, third week into school and I'm already so over it. It's not even funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have like two assignments, plus a massive art thing, and whatever the hell it is I'm meant to be doing in DAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My draft for my film assignment is due on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;I've started some stuff for that, but not the actual feature article for that.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis my birthday tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be 17.&lt;br /&gt;Can't say there's anything awesome about turning 17.&lt;br /&gt;16 = Legal. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;17 = Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;18 = Drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing exciting lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-2335282749870733951?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/2335282749870733951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/2335282749870733951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/2335282749870733951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-6966541439378985322</id><published>2010-02-04T20:36:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T20:51:17.729+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Planes + Balcony = FUN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S2qW0DxMMAI/AAAAAAAAANo/87M1FddXVQQ/s1600-h/Photo0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S2qW0DxMMAI/AAAAAAAAANo/87M1FddXVQQ/s400/Photo0054.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434321721484914690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I arrived home from school, to find myself looking at some foam planes which were bought at christmas and were never made.&lt;br /&gt;This made my inner child very sad. It reminded me of all the fun I had as a child throwing them around the house. Finding out that throwing them in the house wouldn't be such a great idea when all they did was fly into walls and such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I remembered, I have a much bigger house now. And not only that, but a much bigger backyard.&lt;br /&gt;I also remembered that I have a balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I grabbed one of the planes, tore it out of the packaging and quickly made it.&lt;br /&gt;Dad found me sitting at the table, I think he knew instantly what I was up to.&lt;br /&gt;He egged me on, and before long we were standing outside on the balcony, ready to take the comet on it's maiden voyage around the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And off the balcony it flew, it flew well, and then it looped back around and landed on the downstairs balcony.&lt;br /&gt;This happened almost everytime.&lt;br /&gt;Except for the time it landed in the neighbours garden.&lt;br /&gt;But it's all good. We got it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if we hadn't, there's another six or so waiting to be made!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-6966541439378985322?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/6966541439378985322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2010/02/planes-balcony-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/6966541439378985322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/6966541439378985322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2010/02/planes-balcony-fun.html' title='Planes + Balcony = FUN!'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S2qW0DxMMAI/AAAAAAAAANo/87M1FddXVQQ/s72-c/Photo0054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-7150161307748851915</id><published>2010-02-03T16:05:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T16:27:18.304+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Urban Dictionary Name FUN!</title><content type='html'>As you can gather from the title, it's time for some 'Urban Dictionary Name Fun!'.&lt;br /&gt;My friend Nick gave me the idea when he searched his name and it came back with:&lt;br /&gt;"The most amazing person alive with a huge penis."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I thought I should search my name.&lt;br /&gt;The page comes back with a list of about 20 or so.&lt;br /&gt;But here are my favourite ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In order of what they appeared)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jessie&lt;br /&gt;A wonderful person who brings sunshine into people's lives. Being a Jessie is a beautiful thing and a rare quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Man she is so amazing, I bet she's a Jessie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Jessie&lt;br /&gt;A very interesting person whose intelligence is matched by grace. She would be something any man would hope to have in his arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Yes i am lucky enough to have a Jessie of my own." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Man, wish I had a girl like yours..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe someday..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Jessie&lt;br /&gt;A word to describe a vegan girl with cool hair and glasses with an even cooler personality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Jessie is a wise and witty person who proclaims virtues that everyone can learn from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A typical Jessie enjoys quotes from all kinds of wise people and enjoys the use of spell check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Any girl could aspire to be a Jessie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then skip a few, 'cause they were kinda lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Jessie&lt;br /&gt;Something made of stardust ready to shine but sometimes burns to brightly and bursts into flames and becomes dust once again, ready to repeat the process. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Wow, look at that beautiful jessie shine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Jessie&lt;br /&gt;A Jessie is a Amazing person to have in your life. She will make you smile every time you see her. She is really pretty and all the guys want her. Extreamely talented and sweet everyone wants to be her friend. She is usally happy, friends with everyone, but if you manage to upset her she wont forget it. She hates liars. Over all a Jessie is a great girl that if you get to have in your life try not to screw it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Guy 1; dude i just saw this amazing girl who i just had to talk to her &lt;br /&gt;Guy 2; Jessie? &lt;br /&gt;Guy 1; ya! howd you know? &lt;br /&gt;Guy 2; Thats just the kind of person Jessie is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Jessie&lt;br /&gt;1. My best friend =] &lt;br /&gt;2. The hottest female on the planet. Every guy, including the all holy Jesus wants to have his way with her. &lt;br /&gt;3. A girl who will do anything to please her man, even ass licking if needed. &lt;br /&gt;4. The most lovable person ever, and will always love you just as much as you love her, even if she claims to to love you more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;1. Wow, that girl is such a Jessie, she is officially my new best friend due to her implied intense nature. &lt;br /&gt;2. Dude, that girl is such a Jessie, I hope she'll lick my ass in a painless manner. &lt;br /&gt;3. I can't believe that Jessie girl thinks she loves me more than I love her, it is obviously implied that our loving is quite equal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Jessie&lt;br /&gt;Jessie's intelligence will at first overwhelm you. Jessie's are masters of manipulation and can woo anyone. Women are especially susceptible to their charms. A Jessie is very sexual and enjoys many adventures in this area of life. Jessie's are very good at masking their feelings but show anger easily. Jessie's lack the ability to use their intelligence to it's fullest potential but should never be underestimated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My date last night was such a Jessie, the best I've had and then this morning BAM explosive anger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also made me laugh:&lt;br /&gt;Felix:&lt;br /&gt;Greatest Person you'll ever meet. Who can make you laugh and whose hair is very very tempting to touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone does love to touch my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my friend if any of this was true.&lt;br /&gt;He said it was.&lt;br /&gt;It made me laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-7150161307748851915?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/7150161307748851915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2010/02/urban-dictionary-name-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/7150161307748851915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/7150161307748851915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2010/02/urban-dictionary-name-fun.html' title='Urban Dictionary Name FUN!'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-4491947432357767950</id><published>2010-01-29T21:45:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T21:50:14.021+11:00</updated><title type='text'>S-s-school</title><content type='html'>So I was actually going to do this yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;But needless to say, I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like me huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, back at school. Boring. I mean, yay! Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...No not really, boring was correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They royally fucked up the DAS classes.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't be bothered to retype it all again. &lt;br /&gt;So with the magical art of copy + paste!&lt;br /&gt;I bring you my thoughts straight from my &lt;a href="http://www.dailybooth.com/PinkSpiderFelix"&gt;dailybooth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seriously, WTF.&lt;br /&gt;All you had to do school was keep everyone who did year 12 DAS last year in one class and everyone who did year 11 DAS last year in another class.&lt;br /&gt;But that was too simple wasn't it? What did you have to do? Mix the two classes together? And what really screw up everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're in a small predicament.&lt;br /&gt;Neither DAS class run at the same time. So there goes easily fixing it. No no, you need to reshuffle everyone's classes so they get into the right one, so they're not re-doing the same work as last year! How exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That or you will kill the teachers by making them teach one topic to half the class and another to the other half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you'll let the teachers make up their own stuff. But no, can't do that, because that wont follow the topic outlines set for the year. Hurrah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what's annoying me right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-4491947432357767950?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/4491947432357767950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2010/01/s-s-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/4491947432357767950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/4491947432357767950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2010/01/s-s-school.html' title='S-s-school'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-8036128174929165223</id><published>2010-01-27T07:11:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T07:12:24.628+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ewie</title><content type='html'>School starts tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't want to go back.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay year 12. Final year. Fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-8036128174929165223?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/8036128174929165223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2010/01/ewie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/8036128174929165223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/8036128174929165223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2010/01/ewie.html' title='Ewie'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-457724918486382962</id><published>2010-01-24T17:27:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T17:33:07.831+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Byeee</title><content type='html'>Well, today I had to say bye to my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;She flew home this morning after living with me for the past week and a bit.&lt;br /&gt;So that was rather sad.&lt;br /&gt;I've missed her stacks since I moved, and having her around was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;I'd forgotten just how much I loved being around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me sad to think it's gonna be a while until we see each other again.&lt;br /&gt;The only holidays we have that match up are Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;I guess we finish school this year, so it could be a little bit sooner.&lt;br /&gt;But unlikely.&lt;br /&gt;We probably wont see each other again until we jet off to england.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe GenCon. She wants to come up for that. That would be pretty awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-457724918486382962?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/457724918486382962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2010/01/byeee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/457724918486382962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/457724918486382962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2010/01/byeee.html' title='Byeee'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-1858326049698323733</id><published>2010-01-16T07:23:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T07:26:36.084+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing</title><content type='html'>Oh deary me, it's been a while my love.&lt;br /&gt;This time I really do have a valid excuse, my beloved best friend of the past six or so years is visiting at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sorry blog, you're currently not winning the race for me affection.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if you learnt to juggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is gonna be mad fun.&lt;br /&gt;Picnic at the waterfalls today.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner tonight with the boyfriend and my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;Beach tomorrow with them, where we are gonna make mad sandcastles because we're cool like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... And then MovieWorld on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How awesome!&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/5357574037070537530-1858326049698323733?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/1858326049698323733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2010/01/amazing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/1858326049698323733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/1858326049698323733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2010/01/amazing.html' title='Amazing'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-1735629985413263332</id><published>2010-01-12T08:27:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T08:32:48.591+11:00</updated><title type='text'>So much for posting more huh?</title><content type='html'>Bit of a fail whale on my behalf, I'm seriously sorry about that blog. &lt;br /&gt;But I'm sure we can get through this yeah?&lt;br /&gt;I've just been a little distracted. I'm sure you can understand surely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, if you can't, well I guess that's your problem. But do know that I do love you blog. And I'll get better once school starts again I reckon. I'll then have something to actually write about. So give me two weeks please, and I'm sure we can get over this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a less serious, and far more AWESOME note of AWESOMENESS. My friend arrives from wagga tomorrow. So excited. It's gonna be freaking awesome.&lt;br /&gt;So far plans for a picnic are falling through, everyone is busy! Damn them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I get sad, I stop being sad and be awesome again. True story."&lt;br /&gt;Oh Barney, how i love thee :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-1735629985413263332?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/1735629985413263332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-much-for-posting-more-huh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/1735629985413263332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/1735629985413263332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-much-for-posting-more-huh.html' title='So much for posting more huh?'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-7209331889927541380</id><published>2010-01-09T09:43:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T09:56:22.407+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Stack!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S0e3zkrujiI/AAAAAAAAANg/y5pzGVhZJ5Q/s1600-h/sweetsummersideshows-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S0e3zkrujiI/AAAAAAAAANg/y5pzGVhZJ5Q/s400/sweetsummersideshows-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424506372839345698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night I saw Short Stack, it was amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there just before 6:30, and after a few minutes of waiting, they opened the doors and we got to go in!&lt;br /&gt;We started up the back of the crowd, for poor timing and a general we went and got merch first. But before Short Stack started we managed to get a spot firmly in the middle of everyone. And then by halfway through Short Stack we were almost up the front. Being small really pays off sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first supporting band was okay, despite all the problems they had with feedback. Which was a lot. The second one was wayyy better, they were amazingly cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Short Stack came on, and it was just amazing. I mean seriously, if I had died that night, I would have been happy. They played like all my favourite songs, and 'The Back Of My Head' was more amazing then I could have ever dreamt of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave it there, otherwise I'll end up rambling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-7209331889927541380?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/7209331889927541380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2010/01/short-stack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/7209331889927541380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/7209331889927541380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2010/01/short-stack.html' title='Short Stack!!'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S0e3zkrujiI/AAAAAAAAANg/y5pzGVhZJ5Q/s72-c/sweetsummersideshows-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-183750113462682015</id><published>2010-01-06T19:41:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T19:42:52.054+11:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>Don't you just love spending days with the person you love?&lt;br /&gt;I know I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I'm seeing Short Stack :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited. It will be awesome !&lt;br /&gt;First concert. IT will be amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-183750113462682015?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/183750113462682015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2010/01/3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/183750113462682015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/183750113462682015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2010/01/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-5892146382802382073</id><published>2010-01-03T09:07:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T09:09:15.260+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay :D</title><content type='html'>Last night was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I went out.&lt;br /&gt;First time in like forevers.&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with friends.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat around all night, drinking mocktails, hanging in the spa, listening to music, talking and toasting marshmallows. It was made of epic win. And I'd do it all over again. &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/5357574037070537530-5892146382802382073?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/5892146382802382073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2010/01/yay-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/5892146382802382073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/5892146382802382073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2010/01/yay-d.html' title='Yay :D'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-8762560318369597116</id><published>2010-01-01T01:17:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T01:24:36.368+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year  =]</title><content type='html'>So Happy New Year blog follower people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to say lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byex&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-8762560318369597116?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/8762560318369597116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/8762560318369597116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/8762560318369597116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year  =]'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-4414941286471159494</id><published>2009-12-30T12:21:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T12:26:35.718+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...</title><content type='html'>So it's basically New Years. Woah.&lt;br /&gt;What's everyone doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...If your answer was nothing, join the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless of course something happens, which it wont. Once again I shall be spending New Years alone. Huzzah. Last year no one invited me to the party they were having. That was pretty weak. This year, well I can't say I really know anyone. Sure I have wonderful friends, and the most amazing boyfriend, but nothing. There is nothing for me to go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been asked what I'm doing, I respond with nothing, and they go "oh okay. i'm going to a party." &lt;br /&gt;Okay awesome. Good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I want to go and see everyone get drunk and act like idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to just chilling and being with friends? When did that suddenly become so fucking uncool. Why does everyone need to drink to be cool? It's not cool. It's fucking stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I'm lame, and uncool. But at least I'm not you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-4414941286471159494?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/4414941286471159494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/12/hmm.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/4414941286471159494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/4414941286471159494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/12/hmm.html' title='Hmm...'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-1866856899530526049</id><published>2009-12-27T13:54:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T13:57:43.951+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Tharr</title><content type='html'>Okay, so christmas was the other day, new years in a few days, but there's only one day I'm looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday with my friend, I can't wait to see him. Gonna be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously can't wait. Rather sad.   &lt;33333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much really going on, watching Lords of Dogtown, while the people around me are playing The Darkness, Tony Hawks Underground and Guitar Hero 5. They get sick of one and change to the other. I would go watch Lords of Dogtown in my room, but then I'll get accused of not hanging out with people. May as well do what I want to do while they're doing what they want. It works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the fact that they smell of smoke and complain about my movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-1866856899530526049?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/1866856899530526049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-tharr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/1866856899530526049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/1866856899530526049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-tharr.html' title='Hey Tharr'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-5715967594211974290</id><published>2009-12-24T14:22:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T14:35:20.824+11:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in the box?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/SzLfUptm1pI/AAAAAAAAANI/wMhAYmkxgPo/s1600-h/Photo+251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/SzLfUptm1pI/AAAAAAAAANI/wMhAYmkxgPo/s320/Photo+251.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418638847567648402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or rather strange packaging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's become somewhat of a tradition that for Christmas that Dad and I buy mum a pinata. There is no reason why, other then a few years ago we were stuck for ideas on what to get her when we found a pinata and thought why not. And since then, every year we've gotten her a pinata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started three years ago with an elmo pinata, that when wrapped up apparently looked like it was hailing Hitler. I stand by the fact that it did not, and mum was just seeing this. Last year we got her a pinata that looked like a dog, to throw her off on what it was, I wrapped it up like a dragon or something. She never unwrapped it because the 'wrapping was too awesome'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year I've outdone myself and actually made arms for this wonderful pinata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/SzLgstlromI/AAAAAAAAANQ/eopm_irwwuE/s1600-h/Photo+248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/SzLgstlromI/AAAAAAAAANQ/eopm_irwwuE/s320/Photo+248.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418640360436638306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made from toilet rolls, newspaper and duct tape. Face it, I was bored.&lt;br /&gt;(I've also had a haircut, isn't it cool?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what's under the packaging I hear you asking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drum roll please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Why it's a dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/SzLhQMfDhfI/AAAAAAAAANY/QbxgOAxhGgQ/s1600-h/Photo+243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/SzLhQMfDhfI/AAAAAAAAANY/QbxgOAxhGgQ/s320/Photo+243.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418640970025764338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas all, have a safe happy holiday and a happy new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love Felix.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-5715967594211974290?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/5715967594211974290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/12/whats-in-box.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/5715967594211974290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/5715967594211974290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/12/whats-in-box.html' title='What&apos;s in the box?'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/SzLfUptm1pI/AAAAAAAAANI/wMhAYmkxgPo/s72-c/Photo+251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-5696229908909557234</id><published>2009-12-19T07:10:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T07:23:55.074+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerdddd</title><content type='html'>Is it hot in here, or is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Oh no wait, it's just a nerd. A NERD GETTING EXCITED OVER NERDY THINGS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... No not in that way, get your mind out of the gutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so yesterday my NaNoWriMo shirt arrived! I've been waiting for it since November. And it's pretty and I love it. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/SyviNJ32PmI/AAAAAAAAANA/1zStqRaKLI8/s1600-h/d3fd4ad4129fc42b1da88ea859584b77_2176647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/SyviNJ32PmI/AAAAAAAAANA/1zStqRaKLI8/s200/d3fd4ad4129fc42b1da88ea859584b77_2176647.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416671692459490914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next nerd moment this week (one of the many) was when I found what has to be the second coolest desk in all existence, (mine's the coolest, but this is a close second).  I mean just check it out &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yeg2hks"&gt;[link]&lt;/a&gt; Who wouldn't want a desk of Han Solo? I mean the pricetag on something like that would be rediculous! But who cares! It's Han Solo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another nerd moment was not the actual fact that I got my frankie magazine (which is awesome by the way) but the fact that there were multiple mentions to Star Wars and various other nerdy things I enjoy. Which left me full of glee as I nodded along and agreed to what I was reading, about Han Solo being no different to a person smuggler, but just because he's awesome at it, he can get away with it. If it wasn't for him, face it the Empire would still be here today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So I have a desperate want to watch all the Star Wars movies back to back right now.&lt;br /&gt;I also want to watch all the Saw movies back to back right now as well. Which I will do. I shall have a movie night, and I will make everyone watch all six Saw movies. I will make them cringe as I sit back and smile, clap and cheer Jigsaw on. Man I love him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, I will freak people out by making them play Hotel 626. Which by the way, is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hotel626.com/"&gt;[link]&lt;/a&gt;  Go play it. It's really really cool, and freaky, and creepy. But awesome.&lt;br /&gt;It can only be played between 6pm and 6am but that can easily be fixed by changing the time of your computers clock. Face it, it wants you to play in the dark, so the creep factor is higher, it also asks for webcam usage so it can take a photo of you for later on in the game. It's not necessary, but it's cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-5696229908909557234?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/5696229908909557234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/12/nerdddd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/5696229908909557234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/5696229908909557234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/12/nerdddd.html' title='Nerdddd'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/SyviNJ32PmI/AAAAAAAAANA/1zStqRaKLI8/s72-c/d3fd4ad4129fc42b1da88ea859584b77_2176647.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-6922385138094631092</id><published>2009-12-17T12:25:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T12:29:17.827+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Woah...</title><content type='html'>Woah, eight days until christmas. That's crazy. I swear just the other day it was only June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, where has this year gone? Apparently it's been around, I have the blog posts to prove it. But my gosh has it gone quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I've got absolutely nothing ready for christmas. Christmas present for others? Not a single one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sore and tired. Spent the day with some friends yesterday, swam for most of the day then went out into the forest.&lt;br /&gt;I'm covered in bruises and cuts. I don't even know what half of them are from.&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/5357574037070537530-6922385138094631092?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/6922385138094631092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/12/woah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/6922385138094631092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/6922385138094631092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/12/woah.html' title='Woah...'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-3901798666553007220</id><published>2009-12-14T19:12:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T19:20:04.210+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Picnics in the sun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/SyXzvgkbTbI/AAAAAAAAAM4/lF_g_bkPO38/s1600-h/10945_351826225011_642050011_9975127_1485545_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/SyXzvgkbTbI/AAAAAAAAAM4/lF_g_bkPO38/s200/10945_351826225011_642050011_9975127_1485545_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415002124505009586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so yesterday I went to what must have been the best picnic I have been to in a long time. Well, the only picnic I've been to since I first ended up on crutches. So it's already pretty self-explanatory why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, we walked to the waterfall, had some lunch and then went for a swim. The first pool we swam in, the one that actually has the waterfall flowing into it, had a massive eel in it. So we got out of that one after we saw how big it was and moved onto the next pool just a little bit down from it, which had a smallish waterfall falling into it. There was another eel in that one, but unlike the other one, it didn't come near us. That's where the photo is from, the second pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went off exploring and we found the slide waterfall, seriously dangerous, but it looked fun. We returned back to our stuff for more food, found a snake, and stayed clear of that part of the water. A few of us then went off exploring again. We walked all around. Found a rock wearing a hat. It was sun smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by four o'clock, we left to head back to the carpark to be picked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got another picnic planned for Wednesday at a park with really big trees, and we're going back to a friends place for a swim, and to go exploring in the forrest at the back of her house. Needless to say, we like exploring.&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/5357574037070537530-3901798666553007220?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/3901798666553007220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/12/picnics-in-sun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/3901798666553007220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/3901798666553007220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/12/picnics-in-sun.html' title='Picnics in the sun...'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/SyXzvgkbTbI/AAAAAAAAAM4/lF_g_bkPO38/s72-c/10945_351826225011_642050011_9975127_1485545_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-3568116699277140178</id><published>2009-12-11T07:53:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T07:59:41.822+11:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P Boots &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Well incase whoever actually reads this hasn't heard. My cat died yesterday. Best cat there ever was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to put him down, he was miserable. He had cancer, he'd had surgery twice to get lumps removed in the span of a week. Yesterday we took him to the vet to get tube out of his neck and to get a bandage taken off, when the vet found another two lumps. Another one of his foot and one of his stomach. In the span of five days, he had lost half a kilo. So it was the best thing we could do for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird, I've had Boots for fourteen years, I never thought I'd have to say goodbye to him like this. I woke up this morning and went outside to feed him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I've lost both my cats, Brambles a couple of years ago, I still don't know why he died, I guess he was just old. He was seventeen. And now Boots, when we left Wagga, the vet there told me Boots was the healthiest fourteen year old outdoor cat he had ever seen, and yet in the span of month he just got so sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you boots &lt;3 xox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-3568116699277140178?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/3568116699277140178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/12/rip-boots-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/3568116699277140178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/3568116699277140178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/12/rip-boots-3.html' title='R.I.P Boots &lt;3'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-1301631135450477601</id><published>2009-12-09T06:52:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T06:57:24.158+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Beachhhh</title><content type='html'>Yeah, spent the day at the beach yesterday. I've now lived at the beach for like six months, and that was the first I've actually gone to the beach. Every other time my friends have gone I've been busy, or it was a shit beach day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Like yesterday, it was freaking hot, windy and there were bluebottles everywhere. But it was still amazing fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least it was until I realised how sunburnt I was when I got home. It's gone down now, thank god. But my left shoulder is freaking sore as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I might have gotten sunburnt way more then I did, but I didn't so it was all good =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to maccas for lunch and had a cheeseburger. My god I haven't had one of them in so long. It was soooo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I think I'm having a picnic of sunday at the waterfalls, how rad is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-1301631135450477601?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/1301631135450477601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/12/beachhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/1301631135450477601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/1301631135450477601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/12/beachhhh.html' title='Beachhhh'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-5978286597676011303</id><published>2009-12-05T18:55:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T19:03:08.668+11:00</updated><title type='text'>DailyBooth Help =]</title><content type='html'>I don't normally do things like this, so don't get any crazy ideas everyone about asking for help with followers on DailyBooth.&lt;br /&gt;But this kid, &lt;a href="http://dailybooth.com/Stathi"&gt;Stathi&lt;/a&gt; he's pretty rad, so I'm going to give him some help.&lt;br /&gt;I do realise, that my blog isn't exactly popular and wont really help him in any way. But you never know, one of my lovely followers could just have a DB account and follow him =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants to make his 100th booth special, and to do so, he wants to have 100 followers. Right now he has 89. So, if you stumble across this, or know someone with a DB account, send &lt;a href="http://dailybooth.com/Stathi"&gt;Stathi&lt;/a&gt; name their way, and he'll get to make his 100th booth special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Plus shameless self promotion never hurt anyone ---&gt; &lt;a href="http://dailybooth.com/PinkSpiderFelix"&gt;PinkSpiderFelix&lt;/a&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about DB though, I've finished one of my christmas presents, I've sketched up the other one I've been asked to do. So I just need to paint that or rather decided how I'm going to colour it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also re-found my love for Owl City the otherday. I'm in love with them all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-5978286597676011303?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/5978286597676011303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/12/dailybooth-help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/5978286597676011303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/5978286597676011303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/12/dailybooth-help.html' title='DailyBooth Help =]'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-2450662918358468738</id><published>2009-12-05T06:58:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T06:59:07.540+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Rawr</title><content type='html'>Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd just like everyone to know that i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already so over you holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-2450662918358468738?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/2450662918358468738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/12/rawr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/2450662918358468738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/2450662918358468738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/12/rawr.html' title='Rawr'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-7908521867166387609</id><published>2009-12-03T08:12:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T08:20:51.059+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Lame update is Lame</title><content type='html'>As the title says, Lame update is Lame. Which would mean that this update is terribly lame because I don't really have anything fun or exciting to really tell you all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned my room yesterday... Gasp, Shock, Horror. I know, my room is now clean. How crazy is that. I even folded the couch up so it looks like a couch again. It's a couch bed, just one of the ones that has the fold down back, so that was down and was just being used as a crap collector. But it's clean again, and will be used as a couch again. Because it is comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also set up the games room. It now has the x-box 360 and the PS2 sitting in there. The nintendo 64 is sitting in my room still. No chance am I parting with that piece of awesomeness. No one can take that from me D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Well they could, it's no longer set up. I put it back into it's box. I was only playing it the other week procrastinating from my film assignment which ironically was to make a video game. I was playing Yoshi's Story. My video game was heavily influenced by Yoshi and Mario. All those hours spent as a child playing those games really rub off eventually. I'll post the silent version online at some stage. It has copyrighted music in it, so no sound for the online version. Just the version that the teacher gets to mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame update is Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at a sleepover the other night. Ate pizza and watched movies all day/night. I'm pretty sure that makes everything awesome. Pizza. Because Pizza is full of win in my books. No it's not my favourite food, but I love a good pizza. Even more so if it's homemade. Talk about yum. I've had sooo much pizza in the last few days it's not even funny. Dinner, breakfast lunch, dinner and then breakfast again. Crazy stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-7908521867166387609?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/7908521867166387609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/12/lame-update-is-lame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/7908521867166387609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/7908521867166387609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/12/lame-update-is-lame.html' title='Lame update is Lame'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-8678015105862957063</id><published>2009-11-30T19:25:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T19:28:05.194+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaNoWriMo 09'/><title type='text'>NanoWriMo 09 :D</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update to tell you all, in case you haven't heard so from my twitter, facebook or even my dailybooth. I finished NaNoWriMo !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some tough times when I thought it wasn't worth doing. You know, the entire two weeks when I didn't work on it when instead I was working on my 35page comic or my 1 minute claymation, but I pulled it all together in the last few days to write 50,000 words to finish NaNo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50,000 words later my fingers couldn't be any happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to get myself some sweet merch :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-8678015105862957063?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/8678015105862957063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/11/nanowrimo-09-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/8678015105862957063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/8678015105862957063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/11/nanowrimo-09-d.html' title='NanoWriMo 09 :D'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-3739107386925669115</id><published>2009-11-29T18:31:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T18:43:14.918+11:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>So pretty much, NaNo is back into full swing, so far today I've written just over 10,000 words giving me a word total just over 40,000 words. Which is awesome. 10,000 left to go. I can easily finish this. I could probably almost finish it tonight. And don't think I wont try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I have no actual life, I will actually try to do that. Unless a really good distraction comes my way. Like Glee, or a friend. Not that I don't have epic friends who don't distract me enough as it is. But you know those people who just keep looking a the conversation to see if they've said anything else. When you know that they haven't but you look anyway, and you get all happy when if say 'so and so is typing a message'. Yup. I love those friends. I have so many of them. And I love talking to them the most. Even if sometimes there's not a lot of talking going on. But it's still nice to see the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ice skating was a blast yesterday. I had loads of fun. And I actually went out on the ice, not for long, but long enough to hurt my ankle a little bit to get off and sit down. I didn't fall if that's what you're thinking. Because I know it is. No no, my friend was skating around, and I promised him I'd skate with him for a bit, and so he grabbed onto my hands and was pulling me around, to get me to come off the wall a bit more (in my defense I haven't gone ice skating in years and it was only my second go at it). And so that was really fun, and so he was pulling me along, and two small girls sorta stack it just in front of us, so we both tried to stop, and my ankle went at a sort of funny angle, and I almost fell. But didn't. So I skated around the rink one more time, and then called it a day. I took of my skates and my ankle was really sore. It's still a bit sore, but not really worth complaining about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a thunderstorm brewing. I can here it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a movie night. But I lack the critical ingredients of friends and movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some other not so good news but also slightly good news. A pair of shorts that I bought ages ago fit again. They are awesome shorts, and they fit better now then what they did when I bought them. Which is the good part, because I love those shorts. The bad part is, that before I moved they didn't fit they were too small. And now they fit again. Which if my calculations are correct would mean I've lost a lot of weight. I mean, I know I've lost a lot of weight, I've gone back to being 46 - 45kgs. Which isn't a good thing by any means of the imagination. No matter how good that might sound. But I've worked out that means 6 - 7kgs since I've moved. Not cool. But I'm eating as much as I ever have, so it's crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-3739107386925669115?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/3739107386925669115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/11/d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/3739107386925669115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/3739107386925669115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/11/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-1224435231607027526</id><published>2009-11-28T08:12:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T08:19:36.596+11:00</updated><title type='text'>NaNoWriMo 09</title><content type='html'>Huzzah! After almost two weeks of not working on it, I have finally found myself writing again. Two weeks taken off to do assignments, study, exams and general helping other people really took the toll on my NaNo story. Leaving it at a measly 18,500 or so words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in one day, I managed to get it up over 25,000. It felt good. I have now less then have to write, and still a few days left to go. And I might just make it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My story has taken a dramatic turn, to the main character being the daughter of the biggest drug lord in the world. But not just that, she's trained in martial arts, rides motorbikes, and knows how to use 1239493249234934 guns and various other weapons that lay resident in her house... Which she's not meant to know about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rodriguez the cop that was around after the school shooting has offered her a position on the police force. Not bad for a sixteen year old huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will she except it? I have no idea. Likely hood is yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will eventually come to light that her boyfriend is a drug addict who abuses her and mentally destroys everything she's worked so hard for. And so she will vow to take down her father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Yup. I have no life. This is all so much more entertaining then my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note Ice skating today :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-1224435231607027526?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/1224435231607027526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/11/nanowrimo-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/1224435231607027526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/1224435231607027526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/11/nanowrimo-09.html' title='NaNoWriMo 09'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-6879467962515449334</id><published>2009-11-27T07:54:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T08:07:46.180+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Murder House?</title><content type='html'>I was cleaning my shower earlier. I decided to clean behind the shelf thing that holds all my shampoo and stuff, I took everything off the shelf and started cleaning, nothing weird, the shelf is only a small metal thing that can come off the wall. So as I was cleaning, it pulled itself away from the wall, and there was blood. Like, at first I thought that it could be rust. Because I had just seen small spots, but like I'm not even shitting you. There was blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not my blood either. I haven't got any cuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the house really is the murder house I thought it was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm... Gotta pop into school today to see one of my teachers. She wants to talk to me. This annoys me only because she could have spoken to me almost at any time on Monday because I was there from 7:30am until 3:20pm, for only two exams where I had three or so hours to do nothing in. But no, I have to come in on friday. When I have no reason to be there. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm getting that award she was telling me I won? I didn't even know I was to be getting an award until a few weeks ago, when randomly she told me "Oh Jessie! You won an award." I mean, don't tell me what it was for or anything Miss. I never entered anything. I'm not that kind of person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not going to go in until later. I don't need to go in at 7:30am to be there for 5 or so minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, when I said that to someone else, they chucked a skit and told me to be there then. Too bad! You don't really need to see me before your exam. We're hanging out on Saturday love. Anyway, you might see me after the exam if I'm still there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-6879467962515449334?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/6879467962515449334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/11/murder-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/6879467962515449334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/6879467962515449334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/11/murder-house.html' title='Murder House?'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-2320423677839290207</id><published>2009-11-25T13:36:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T13:46:54.776+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Year 11 Is OVER</title><content type='html'>Well, today was my final exam. Year 11 is over. And I'm now on holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Friday was technically the last day, as that's when all our classes finished, I wasn't on holidays until 8:40am this morning when my last exam finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into my ancient history exam, expecting it to be the hardest. But honestly, I thought it was the easiest out of all three of my exams. So it was a nice way to finish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday my cat goes into surgery to get two tumors removed from his neck, and possibly one of his toes. Depends if the antibiotics have helped. It's funny, just before I moved, the vet told me that my cat was the healthiest fourteen year old outdoor cat that he had ever seen in his entire life. And now, he's pretty damn bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully he can actually get the surgery. The vet needs to run some tests to check that his liver and things are good enough to hold up during surgery. If not, I guess he's going to have to be put down. Dad's already said, that if he gets the surgery and then more things happens, he's not spending all that money to save him. Which sucks. But it's reasonable. He's an old cat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going ice skating on Saturday. Or rather, I'm going to go watch other people ice skate while I wait around for two hours while they have fun. I have no choice on going, but I have the choice not to skate. I know that if I take one fall on the ice, I'll be on crutches for the rest of the holidays. And that's really no fun. I have bad ankles, ligament damage to both, possibly a small break in one. They're alright most of the time. But I just know what will happen if I take another bad fall on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which sucks, because I haven't been ice skating in such a long time. I guess I could try, but I don't want to risk it. I'd rather not  have my friend from back home rock up at my house, pumped to go to movie world to find out that's not going to happen because I'm on crutches again. Yeah. That would suck more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might leave this blog here. Not really anything to say. I guess my previous entry about screwing everything up doesn't seem to be true. He rang me that night, and nothing had changed. Which was nice. The real test will be on the weekend I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byex&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-2320423677839290207?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/2320423677839290207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/11/year-11-is-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/2320423677839290207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/2320423677839290207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/11/year-11-is-over.html' title='Year 11 Is OVER'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-1542809525797288959</id><published>2009-11-23T17:30:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T17:38:36.443+11:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty sure I've fucked everything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had to tell my friend that he needs to back off a little. It didn't feel good. Over the past few weeks he's made me feel pretty damn good about myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because of this, I feel like the worst girlfriend in the world. My boyfriend lives 20390290324398429km away, I haven't seen him for 6 months. And every time I get a hug from my friend, hangout with my friend, I start to feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has happened, we're incredibly tight. And now there's a wall up between us. I guess no more hugs, and no more feeling good about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's even worse because of my fears and their not so welcomed return. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an amazing day, I spent it with friends, and felt great about myself.  Now after telling my friend he needs to back off a little, I feel terrible. I feel like I've just lost another great friendship that wont ever be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I wont know anything till December... When my boyfriend arrives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-1542809525797288959?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/1542809525797288959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/1542809525797288959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/1542809525797288959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-89146231622152482</id><published>2009-11-22T22:01:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T22:17:13.369+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmares</title><content type='html'>I know I've been neglecting you my precious blog of late. But I swear I have my reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 exams next week, and that's it. I'm on holidays. Friday was the last day of year 11. Can't wait for the holidays. To finally kick back and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've reverted back into old habits. Not bad ones, just stupid childish ones like sleeping with the lights on. As I've relapsed back into the cold dark abyss I call my mind. I've gone back to be terrified of the dark. This hasn't happened for a while. I've also started falling back into the ever popular 'alone' part in my mind. Anyone who knows me well, knows how bad when these to fears are combined are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm terrified of the dark.&lt;br /&gt;I'm terrified of being alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there's no reason to be afraid of the dark. I can palm it off as 'what's in the dark'. Which is also part of my fear. But the darkness is the main part of the fear. And the whole alone thing. I know I'm not alone. I surround myself in wonderful people so that I know I'm not alone. But do you ever get that nagging feeling at the back of your mind that tells you you're alone. I do. All the time. I thought I was getting past it. But now it's back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of them. I thought I was doing good. Finally getting over it. But it's back. I'm sleeping with the lights on. I'm staying up late so I don't have to sleep. I'm terrified of the nightmares my sleep is bringing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waking up with bruises that I'm sure weren't there before. My feet are covered. I was talking to a friend last night, telling him that it felt like something was attacking my feet. He said to check to make sure I wasn't hitting my feet on anything. I did check. There was nothing there. This morning I've woken up with bruises galore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that when I see my boyfriend in a month or so, nothing will be the same.&lt;br /&gt;That I'll have ruined it all. The closer I get with one of my friends, the further away from my boyfriend I feel.&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused with emotions and I know I shouldn't be. I love my boyfriend. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it's just the distance, the small amount of contact for the past six months. I think I'm just searching for something to remind me of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few nights I've woken up from horrible nightmares. I've come online and tried to find someone to talk to. There's no one online at 3am. So if the lights hadn't been on before, I've turned them on and laid in bed waiting to fall back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I thought maybe I didn't need the lights. I turned them off, and climbed into bed. My room was the darkest it had been since I moved. I quickly turned them back on and tried to sleep. I was woken up an hour later with phone calls asking if I was alright. I had tried to go to sleep early. I was tired from the previous nights. I didn't answer the phone calls. My phone rejected them before I could answer. I saw a message that said come online. So I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to a friend for a little while. He then said he was tired. I told him to go to bed. That I would be alright. So he did. I stayed up because I couldn't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be doing the same thing tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As instructed by a friend, I was told that the next time I made a post, I would have to say that I love her. I think I just did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-89146231622152482?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/89146231622152482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/11/nightmares.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/89146231622152482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/89146231622152482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/11/nightmares.html' title='Nightmares'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-7890820038360792388</id><published>2009-11-18T20:42:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T20:48:23.850+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Update and yeah...</title><content type='html'>Updates are lame. But they just happen when I haven't actually done anything worth talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Exams are next week. Then finished school for the year. Yay. Can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;Can't go to my friends 17th lame. Not allowed out of the house this weekend because I have to 'study'.&lt;br /&gt;What's the point? I'm not getting an OP now anyway. Italian refuses to give me any sort of credit for the work I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you correspondence subjects. Go rot in a hole somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignments are all due on Friday. Luckily I only have 2. One big one which is my claymation film. And an english essay, which I finished like a week ago. My english sucks, but I'm really not that interested in it. I have a teacher who can't teach, so what does she expect? Something amazing? No amazing work for a less then average teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NaNo is down the drain. I haven't written anything in days. No motivation. Funny how it always happens at the same time. At least last time I cracked 30,000 words before it happened. I haven't even hit 20,000 yet. Still sitting on 18 and a bit. Not to worry, I only have 3 exams. And by Wednesday they'll be over. I'm seeing some crazy NaNo writting being done in those last few days. Maybe I can finally finish it. I doubt it now. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching The Blair Witch Project. The ending was less than amazing, but the concept was good. I enjoyed it. But watching movies by yourself always sucks. Someone care to join me next time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-7890820038360792388?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/7890820038360792388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/11/update-and-yeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/7890820038360792388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/7890820038360792388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/11/update-and-yeah.html' title='Update and yeah...'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-4989750724385663648</id><published>2009-11-13T06:13:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T06:15:28.751+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To Write Love On Her Arms'/><title type='text'>To Write Love On Her Arms...</title><content type='html'>To Write Love On Her Arms is an amazing non-profit movement, dedicated to presenting hope and finding help for people struggling with depression, addition, self-injury and suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWLOHA exists to encourage, inform, inspire and also invest directly into treatment and recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something very close to my heart, and I'm I can grantee, everyone has known or knows someone in one of these situations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a very simple way to show your support, and spread the message, all you need to do is write 'love' on your arm. And the idea is that hopefully someone in need with see it and understand that there is help and love in the world for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can directly donate to the group via their website, and there is plenty more information their vision and their story for why they set up the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.twloha.com"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone, write 'love' on your arm today. And when someone asks you about it, you can pass on the story and what To Write Love On Her Arms is all about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-4989750724385663648?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/4989750724385663648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-write-love-on-her-arms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/4989750724385663648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/4989750724385663648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-write-love-on-her-arms.html' title='To Write Love On Her Arms...'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-4361527821592816058</id><published>2009-11-12T15:17:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T15:21:59.544+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Well well well</title><content type='html'>I didn't actually realise that my last post was my 100th blog. How lame. I was certain that I had a few more to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've missed that, I don't have to write anything exciting, as this is number 101. And well. You know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you number 101 blog post :HEART: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm two thousand words behind in NaNo. Due to my last few days of 'Oh man, I don't want to write. Where is this story going. I have no idea. It's been 16,000 words and I'm still writing about one day.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is all very true. I have a vague plot idea, I just confirmed some more of it with myself. And It's now been 18,000 words and I'm still on day one. Hurrah. Slow novel is slow. So much for my epic storyline I was thinking of having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to hoping I make up two thousand words tonight =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felix x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-4361527821592816058?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/4361527821592816058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/11/well-well-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/4361527821592816058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/4361527821592816058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/11/well-well-well.html' title='Well well well'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-8022930556266371863</id><published>2009-11-04T18:34:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T18:36:05.573+11:00</updated><title type='text'>NaNoWriMo~</title><content type='html'>NaNo has started, which will explain my lack of posts. Since while writing this, I could actually be working on my story. Which I'm not XD&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you can follow my progress here: http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/424328&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll try and update regularly still, but no promises. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3 Felix&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-8022930556266371863?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/8022930556266371863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/11/nanowrimo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/8022930556266371863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/8022930556266371863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/11/nanowrimo.html' title='NaNoWriMo~'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-2005619283304534900</id><published>2009-10-31T20:10:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:32:13.945+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>Yes. It's Halloween night and once again I have nothing to do.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year we ended up having a late halloween party a couple of days later, but that's still better then nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again I'm sitting in the same beanbag watching horror movies on austar. Only difference is that I'm in a new house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently watching The Lost Boys . Not sure what's on afterwards. "Death by Stereo" is the by far the best line I've heard all day throughout my horror movie watching marathon :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The oldest movie I've watched today would be 'The Village of the Dammed' 1960 something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Newest one 2008. Don't remember what it was called, because it was crap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love horror movies and halloween =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-2005619283304534900?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/2005619283304534900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/2005619283304534900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/2005619283304534900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-3722535615907986526</id><published>2009-10-29T15:59:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T16:07:38.643+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Neglectful!</title><content type='html'>I would not be surprised if I came back to find more poor blog lying in the corner of the internet, begging for food, some water, and some love.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not terribly bad without updating am I? Sometimes I am. I was going to do this once a day, but I'm just not that interesting! I'm sorry poor blog. Never let me trick you again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NaNo is in just a few more days. Having an online NaNo kick of party. Since, we're too lazy to organise a real one, and I now live a whole state away from my other NaNoing friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halloween this weekend. Doing nothing. No party this year. Damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did my ancient history presentation today. Talk about  a fail whale. The projector wouldn't plug into my laptop. My voice, or lack of one made it hard to talk. I was nervous as hell. But I think I made at least six minutes. Which is good. Never have I ever had to do a six to eight minute presentation before. Crazy. Hopefully, I didn't speak crazy fast like I normally do when I have to do presentations and speeches. My videos were also fucking around and messing up. So that just made everything worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-3722535615907986526?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/3722535615907986526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/10/neglectful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/3722535615907986526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/3722535615907986526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/10/neglectful.html' title='Neglectful!'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-3721528866991904761</id><published>2009-10-24T17:24:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T17:31:42.641+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The last free weekend</title><content type='html'>... before NaNo!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meep. I didn't realise that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.nanowrimo.org any last minute sign ups? Want to share your names so I can threaten you to 50,000 words and visa versa? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least I have a plot. Not as good as my plot last year, man last year I had the whole thing worked out. This year, I have vague ideas as to where my story could head, and shouldn't head. I'm keeping out of zombies this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the zombie plague on my brain from last year's NaNo, all supernatural creatures are out. I don't need reoccurring thoughts of Zombies jumping out from behind dumpsters and snacking on my juicy brain. Blech, no thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this year, it's going to be about drugs, sex, and rock n roll. You know, those things that sit in my head all the time and never go away. And oh oh change, and possibly a hint of marginalisation in some way! Oh english, how dare you intrude upon my days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember to back up your stories. I have my 2 thumbdrives at the ready. One more then last year! Who knows what could happen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-3721528866991904761?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/3721528866991904761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-free-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/3721528866991904761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/3721528866991904761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-free-weekend.html' title='The last free weekend'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-2448386108073865703</id><published>2009-10-24T07:02:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T07:06:49.802+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Lame.</title><content type='html'>blogspot has changed their layout D: So has facebook. This Is Madness!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But on a completely unrelated note, I haven't really got much to write here. I possibly need a new phone, as around here, the optus coverage sucks D: so Telstra it is. But, all the telstra pre-paid phones are shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only one of them had a calender. But oh wait, it doesn't have bluetooth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need a calender on my phone D: I use it to darn often to not have one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also it's a touch screen and "there is no way in hell you're getting one of those" so I'm pretty sure that sums up that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-2448386108073865703?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/2448386108073865703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/10/lame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/2448386108073865703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/2448386108073865703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/10/lame.html' title='Lame.'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-2627252398880626204</id><published>2009-10-21T06:57:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T07:01:43.933+11:00</updated><title type='text'>We need more pancakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/St4WiUfQIlI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/cNdUPylBrCI/s1600-h/Image022%2314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/St4WiUfQIlI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/cNdUPylBrCI/s200/Image022%2314.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394774182507586130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made pancakes on the weekend. And I thought I would make one that was just a ring using up the last of the pancake mix. It worked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had actually taken a bite out of it before I decided to take the photo :P It was yummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I burnt my my hand, twice right on the knuckles checking the pancake. Burns on knuckles hurt like a bitch D: But the burns are so smalllll XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, I have nothing of any interest to write here lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-2627252398880626204?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/2627252398880626204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-need-more-pancakes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/2627252398880626204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/2627252398880626204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-need-more-pancakes.html' title='We need more pancakes'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/St4WiUfQIlI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/cNdUPylBrCI/s72-c/Image022%2314.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-7183707145652909501</id><published>2009-10-19T07:16:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T07:31:49.823+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire'/><title type='text'>Fire Photos</title><content type='html'>I've been collecting these photos for a while now. They're all ones that I've taken, and they're all of fires around my area. And I'm pretty sure most of them turned out to be arson.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/Stt53-1c4RI/AAAAAAAAALw/puLtxsVBxmc/s200/Image026%2313.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394038981373255954" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/Stt53veZHBI/AAAAAAAAALo/yyBSbahNGkY/s200/Image025%2313.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394038977250008082" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/Stt540wPd4I/AAAAAAAAAMA/WE4oXFAxV14/s200/Image035%235.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394038995846920066" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/Stt54aSV5iI/AAAAAAAAAL4/7qczces4wX0/s200/Image034%235.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394038988742190626" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/Stt55evHJQI/AAAAAAAAAMI/-Dru_fsXj5M/s200/Image037%234.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394039007116469506" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will note that, no I haven't gone searching for all these fires. They've just been on the other side of the road and things as I've driven past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last photo isn't actually of a fire, but from the top of the hill I drive down everyday on the way to school. It's off the after math of where a fire had gone through that weekend. All that is black and brown beyond the last tips of green trees, was a large tree filled area. I think it was part of a national park. And now it's all burnt and gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I though I had more images, but I guess. All of them have been taken from inside the car, that's why they're a little so-so. But still, why start fires?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure, I will admit that I do enjoy playing with fire. But that has always been in a controlled area. I wont go outside and start a fire on some grass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Call 000 to report any fires&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-7183707145652909501?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/7183707145652909501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/10/fire-photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/7183707145652909501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/7183707145652909501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/10/fire-photos.html' title='Fire Photos'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/Stt53-1c4RI/AAAAAAAAALw/puLtxsVBxmc/s72-c/Image026%2313.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-8283371900639338768</id><published>2009-10-17T22:36:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:45:27.733+11:00</updated><title type='text'>DailyBooth</title><content type='html'>DailyBooth I have decided is my site of the weekend.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's amazingly cool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://dailybooth.com/PinkSpiderFelix&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-8283371900639338768?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/8283371900639338768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/10/dailybooth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/8283371900639338768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/8283371900639338768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/10/dailybooth.html' title='DailyBooth'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-7099249083107406890</id><published>2009-10-15T22:42:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T22:53:35.345+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaNoWriMo'/><title type='text'>NaNoWriMo~</title><content type='html'>NaNoWriMo next month!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.nanowrimo.org&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's amazing fun. One month to write a 50,000 word novel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did it last year, but I never finished it. I had less then 20,000 words to go I think. And I just bombed out. It makes me sad. But this year, I plan to finish it... I hope!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My user name is 'PinkSpiderFelix'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, my hair looks awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/StcLwN2kPVI/AAAAAAAAALA/vrmcGnk8L_Q/s200/Picture+9.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392792001779613010" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not really what I wanted. I wanted it like a fire, but the hairdresser didn't want to fully bleach my hair. Which is fair enough, since it's still not strong enough after the last time I went crazy with dye! But I am happy with the result. It's red at the front, with a violet purple at the back, with a red panel underneath it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I let the hairdresser choose the colours (I have so much trust in them!), and every time I go back there (which I will!), she wants a challenge. So it'll be really cool to work with her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-7099249083107406890?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/7099249083107406890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/10/nanowrimo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/7099249083107406890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/7099249083107406890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/10/nanowrimo.html' title='NaNoWriMo~'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/StcLwN2kPVI/AAAAAAAAALA/vrmcGnk8L_Q/s72-c/Picture+9.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-2657031458495482016</id><published>2009-10-12T21:07:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T21:14:36.409+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Colourr</title><content type='html'>I've come to the realisation today, that as much as I do love having brown hair. I'm not completely happy with it. It's boring.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been every colour of the rainbow. Which makes it hard to choose a colour. The only colour I haven't really been is blonde, but I've never really wanted to be a blonde. My twin is a blonde, so that'd just be weird to suddenly go blonde. And the only way, I would go blonde, would be if I cut off all my hair again. I like short blonde hair. Not long blonde hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm kinda thinking, after having short hair every once in a while, I'm quite enjoying having long hair for the first time in ages! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why, but for some reason, as soon as it gets too my shoulders or whatever, I just go and cut it off all short again. Which isn't always bad, the next time I do that I'm not going to go uber short again, just a nice neat bob cut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But right now, I'm enjoying having long hair. I was thinking about going a a dark sort of red. With maybe some orange and blonde mixed in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would consider going pink again (Thanks Penny!) IF I could be bothered with the upkeep on it. Takes such an effort to have coloured hair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need a hair cut anyway, so maybe a red sort of colour? With some blonde and orange mixed in it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll go ask everyone on facebook! They seem to know what to do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-2657031458495482016?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/2657031458495482016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/10/colourr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/2657031458495482016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/2657031458495482016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/10/colourr.html' title='Colourr'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-3385800538111351590</id><published>2009-10-06T07:07:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T07:17:16.875+11:00</updated><title type='text'>D:</title><content type='html'>It was the first day back of school yesterday.  Oh yay, so much fun ! Lol. Not.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I received two assignments, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Film and TV - To make a claymation educational videogame (WTF?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and DAS - 'Art for Art Sakes', which is just 'whatever you want' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for DAS I'm going to use my comic :P It'll give me an excuse to work on it, and it'll be fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now my film teacher thinks I'm a total nerd. I mean, I am, but she confirmed it when I was answering questions about video games. She was like "Jessie, are you a big gamer? And have played all of these types of games?" I just had to nod my head. Apparently I was a big help to the class, because I could answer the questions on the different types and whatnot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she now believes, that all gamers thumbs click. They don't. Just mine. But they've always done that. It's a party trick, and it's amusing, because I just lock them up at awkward moments :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-3385800538111351590?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/3385800538111351590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/10/d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/3385800538111351590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/3385800538111351590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/10/d.html' title='D:'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-3277722551016181324</id><published>2009-10-04T08:11:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T08:21:16.029+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Comic Goodness</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking of making a comic for a long time now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; A couple of my friends and myself, were going to make one together, we had a bad storyline, it just never went anywhere. That was a long time ago now, and since then I've always told myself that one day, I would finally make a comic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've gone through many storylines, characters etc, trying to find something that I would stick too. And this time, I think I've finally found my winning formula. Lately, I've had the need for some characters I could call all my own. Characters I will continue to draw, and eventually get better and better. And I've finally made those. And I think that's why I'm so pumped for this comic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still doing up a couple of major characters, most of them are pretty fail. But they still deserve a character sheet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've done the title page, and the start of the first page. I'm waiting to get a new art book so I can do it all into an artbook instead of loose paper. I can be smart sometimes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's called 'Victoria No Innocence' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I start uploading it, I'll let you all know =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-3277722551016181324?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/3277722551016181324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/10/comic-goodness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/3277722551016181324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/3277722551016181324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/10/comic-goodness.html' title='Comic Goodness'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-2795540635500431215</id><published>2009-10-01T07:34:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T07:42:15.502+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robin Burkinshaw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alice and Kev'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Sims 3'/><title type='text'>Alice and Kev</title><content type='html'>Everyone knows my love of The Sims, and how awesomely excited I was when I landed myself a copy of The Sims 3. It was the only thing I had to escape moving once I was in Queensland, and spent countless hours playing through different story lines, downloading content and just having fun.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's when people like Robin Burkinshaw make amazing, and I mean amazing, stories for their sims, which are heart wrenching and just absolutely delicious, with a side of creativity. You get stories like Alice and Kev. Which I think everyone should read, the final installment comes out on monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aliceandkev.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://aliceandkev.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Definitely worth the read. It's just amazing. And now I have the biggest urge to write my own !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-2795540635500431215?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/2795540635500431215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/10/alice-and-kev.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/2795540635500431215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/2795540635500431215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/10/alice-and-kev.html' title='Alice and Kev'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-7515135921236516306</id><published>2009-09-30T06:46:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T06:48:29.620+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies and Gentlemen - Short Stack</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch ittt, you know you want to :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's an amazing videoclip, done by the same guy who did 'Sway Sway Baby'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totally worth the watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/videoplayer/player.php?SID=dl054&amp;amp;FID=66285460&amp;amp;FN=Ladies%20And%20Gentlemen%20.mp4.flv&amp;amp;iframewidth=648&amp;amp;iframeheight=415&amp;amp;width=640&amp;amp;height=370&amp;amp;H=66285460111ff1c3"&gt;zSHARE video - Ladies And Gentlemen .mp4.flv&lt;/a&gt;  Shared via &lt;a href="http://addthis.com"&gt;AddThis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Also, happy birthday dad :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-7515135921236516306?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/7515135921236516306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/09/ladies-and-gentlemen-short-stack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/7515135921236516306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/7515135921236516306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/09/ladies-and-gentlemen-short-stack.html' title='Ladies and Gentlemen - Short Stack'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-3948454997589277343</id><published>2009-09-28T07:32:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T07:32:46.281+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Header</title><content type='html'>I finally made one =]&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes me happy &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-3948454997589277343?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/3948454997589277343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-header.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/3948454997589277343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/3948454997589277343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-header.html' title='Blog Header'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-3402184658043952295</id><published>2009-09-28T06:39:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T06:43:27.727+10:00</updated><title type='text'>tracehorsetheracehorse</title><content type='html'>This website makes me lol ... Yup. That is all. FML.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://tracehorsetheracehorse.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://tracehorsetheracehorse.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://tracehorsetheracehorse.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 70px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/Sr_ONS2UaFI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pjpYbuojS8I/s400/89393113.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386250407151691858" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-3402184658043952295?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/3402184658043952295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/09/tracehorsetheracehorse.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/3402184658043952295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/3402184658043952295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/09/tracehorsetheracehorse.html' title='tracehorsetheracehorse'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/Sr_ONS2UaFI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pjpYbuojS8I/s72-c/89393113.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-6289248776511757532</id><published>2009-09-27T06:05:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T06:18:04.256+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Shoppinggg</title><content type='html'>Yup. That's right. I'm currently looking for a new car :P&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well... Not me personally, but the family. As it's been decided that we need a smaller car, for just a quick drive to school or to the shops, instead of using the big car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so that I can finally start driving again. Mum's car is just a very complicated car to drive. It's big, and I can't see beyond the windscreen wipers on the front of the car. Because the bonnet just slopes away. Nobody can see where it is, so it makes it difficult to drive, and there are so many blind spots. In short, it's not a very well designed car for learners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO, currently looking for probably a second hand small automatic car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*cough suzuki swift cough*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's that Jessie? You've seen the one you want, and that the rest of the family would love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I have, it's a 2006 Suzuki Swift GLX RS415 - Blue with white racing stripes.  And it's amazing. I love sitting in it. The only thing wrong with it, is the bonnet slopes away a little bit, and the price tag is a bit crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been doing my research, and it's at the top end of a second hand 2008 -2009 models would cost. $18,340. Where as, I can a newer model for $1000 - $2000 cheaper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking to spend under $20,000 and it has to be able to fit the wheelchair in the back of it. Just incase!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/Sr52p-4nlUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/4XqK13yaVzg/s200/Image014%2311.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385872668008879426" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/Sr52qFTeiDI/AAAAAAAAAJo/2IcDPieM-PA/s200/Image017%2314.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385872669732145202" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/Sr52qi1TWkI/AAAAAAAAAJw/z2FCHGl_M50/s200/Image018%2313.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385872677658647106" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/Sr52rF1MoBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ZYATNpni_Ik/s200/Image019%239.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385872687053447186" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-6289248776511757532?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/6289248776511757532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/09/car-shoppinggg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/6289248776511757532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/6289248776511757532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/09/car-shoppinggg.html' title='Car Shoppinggg'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/Sr52p-4nlUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/4XqK13yaVzg/s72-c/Image014%2311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-8813368956964616085</id><published>2009-09-22T06:59:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T07:22:39.756+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Gen Con Oz</title><content type='html'>I was going to post this straight after Gen Con, but when I got home, I ate dinner and just collapsed. And then I started to wait till I got more photos from Gen Con, I have some, but I'm still missing quite a few. But here was go anyway.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gen Con was Amazing. It was just so much fun. I met some really nice people, and I just had such a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up at 5am to get ready, and only just made it out the door at 6:45, to go pick up Connor. We then drove to Brisbane, arriving at the Convention and Exhibition center around 8:30am-ish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We bought our tickets and waited outside, talking to other cosplayers, getting out photos taken, and meeting up with some people that Connor knew from other conventions. We had our weapons checked twice. Foam core is a magical thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And at 8:50am, they opened the doors, and we were allowed in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Connor and his friends from other conventions knew exactly where to go, right up the back to one of the most intense games I have played. It was pretty much laser tag, with massive guns and a blow up course, and almost everyone who played was in cosplay. It was awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My team - The Green Team. Lost. But we all sucked so it didn't matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we spilt up and wondered around the stalls, not sure on what to purchase, we had some morning tea of overpriced ice tea and undercooked hot chips. Mmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met Yahtzee - &lt;a href="http://www.escapistmagazine.com/videos/view/zero-punctuation"&gt;Zero Punctation&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still waiting on the photos from that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robert Picardo from Star Trek &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And those are just the famous ones I met, but the people who I hung out with all day are the people who really made it special. All those crazy cosplayers, i love you guys :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I played in the second round of cosplay chess. It was great fun. I got to move once, and then I died. One of  the people I'd been hanging around with killed me. Silly Hollow. But I did get told by various people that my death was 'epic', 'dramatic' and 'dramatically epic' :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so much. I would totally do it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures are on my &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=119313&amp;amp;id=712991236&amp;amp;l=0557fcce7c"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;. I'm still waiting on more photos. But I'll update when i get them =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-8813368956964616085?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/8813368956964616085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/09/gen-con-oz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/8813368956964616085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/8813368956964616085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/09/gen-con-oz.html' title='Gen Con Oz'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-8008894774965136993</id><published>2009-09-18T12:45:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T13:02:15.454+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Gen Con - IS TOMORROW</title><content type='html'>Omg. It's tomorrow.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything is in order! MY cosplay is fully finished! And my sword is looking spectacular. Just needs to dry in a couple of spots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gen Con is going to be amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Early start! Picking up Conner nice and early so we can get to Brisbane and be like first in line XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spending the day at Gen Con, and then making our way home at whatever hour we chose. *cough 4 cough*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*SUPER EXCITED*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-8008894774965136993?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/8008894774965136993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/09/gen-con-is-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/8008894774965136993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/8008894774965136993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/09/gen-con-is-tomorrow.html' title='Gen Con - IS TOMORROW'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-8224869312292871400</id><published>2009-09-15T06:32:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T06:33:56.868+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut Deep</title><content type='html'>I totally had written out a massive entry, on lolworthy products, in the "Grow Your Own' series.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then my internet decided to 'unexpectedly quit'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously go google them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Screw You Internet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-8224869312292871400?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/8224869312292871400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/09/cut-deep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/8224869312292871400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/8224869312292871400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/09/cut-deep.html' title='Cut Deep'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-4214070503614428096</id><published>2009-09-12T11:33:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T11:44:08.348+10:00</updated><title type='text'>MOOSE</title><content type='html'>Yes. Now get on your all fours and yell Moose.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday night = Best fun since I moved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday was the Sushi party, which turned into 'Just eat the ingredients for sushi because everyone is too lazy to make sushi' party. But oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea how much anime was watched, as in we stopped watching that and ran down the streets with cosplay swords. I had a keyblade. We were set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hours past, and we decided pizza was need. No pizza place delivers at 12:30am. Mostly because they shut at 11:30pm. And then the 24/7 pizza place, wouldn't deliver to us because we were more then 2kms from them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 24 hour place told us to try Dominos. Poor Andrew who was on the phone was totally going to cry, we had just tried Dominos and they wouldn't answer XD He then invited the guy on the phone to the party. On the condition, he brought pizza XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier on in the night, it was decided that there was a game to be played, you'd call someone's name out and have your hands like moose antlers. When they saw, they had to get down on all fours and yell 'Moose' as loud as possible. Now, you can turn this around and make the person who called out your name have to do the moose thing, by covering your ears being all like "I ain't no moose" and then the person who called out your name has to get down on all fours. But of course there's a catch, if the person covers their ears, and the person who called out their name doesn't have antlers, you still have to do the moose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, Andrew taught us the game, and we were playing it all night. I woke up early, and me, Celine and Kris decided we'd get Andrew back who was fast asleep. We walked into the room he was in, called out his name with, our antlers. And he was just like 'fuckkkkk'. He did it though. Good sport. At 7 in the morning on a few hours of sleep XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-4214070503614428096?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/4214070503614428096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/09/moose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/4214070503614428096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/4214070503614428096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/09/moose.html' title='MOOSE'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-8829438485141974108</id><published>2009-09-08T15:27:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T15:30:57.306+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Eric Northman</title><content type='html'>I just found this and it made me laugh. A lot. I still need to catch up on TrueBlood Season 2 Episode 11 'Frenzy'. At the moment, I can't get a working link. Freaking zshare has broken. I'm about to go check it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/SqXrXuTKQSI/AAAAAAAAAJY/LLNTFiPqHjw/s400/tumblr_kpkfebpEy61qzmucdo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378964122761838882" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sushi and Anime party on Friday. My last bit of freedom before exams. And then on the Saturday after exam week, I should be partying on down to Gen Con :D Here's to hoping that plans don't fall through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much love &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-8829438485141974108?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/8829438485141974108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/09/eric-northman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/8829438485141974108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/8829438485141974108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/09/eric-northman.html' title='Eric Northman'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/SqXrXuTKQSI/AAAAAAAAAJY/LLNTFiPqHjw/s72-c/tumblr_kpkfebpEy61qzmucdo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-1140815375187383718</id><published>2009-09-05T07:15:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T07:16:18.890+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#77</title><content type='html'>It's raining, and I'm curled up in a nice warm bed. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can only think of one other thing that could make this morning perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... Oh, and they're playing good music on the radio XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-1140815375187383718?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/1140815375187383718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/09/77.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/1140815375187383718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/1140815375187383718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/09/77.html' title='#77'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-4070618545301710234</id><published>2009-09-04T19:53:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T19:58:25.884+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#76</title><content type='html'>Oh yes, number titled posts. Sorry for my lack of an update all week. It's been hectic.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'd like to start this off with saying, so far this week, this FML has been my favourite:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fmylife.com/love/5019215" class="fmllink" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Today, I was visiting my girlfriend's house to meet her parents.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fmylife.com/love/5019215" class="fmllink" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); text-decoration: none; "&gt; We were having a nice conversation and her mom then asked "What have you done recently that was great?" I replied without thinking "Your daughter.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fmylife.com/love/5019215" class="fmllink" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); text-decoration: none; "&gt;" FML&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been called a fake, but I don't care, it brings a smile to my face every time I read it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other side of things, got my ancient assignment. Freaking out already. Oral presentation. Yuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exam week heading my way. Three exams. Not to bad. I envy those with two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My problem with exam week, is that maths and english are on the same day. Ew. With an hour or so inbetween each one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But after my ancient exam on Wednesday or something, I'm finished for the term. Then off to Gen Con! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... Hopefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cosplay arrived, and it's amazing. But I don't know if I can still go. Eep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-4070618545301710234?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/4070618545301710234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/09/76.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/4070618545301710234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/4070618545301710234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/09/76.html' title='#76'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-5572415403628368625</id><published>2009-08-30T11:24:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T11:29:02.878+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly dress</title><content type='html'>Well, if you've ever wanted to feel like a butterfly, this is the dress you need.&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/SpnVC55b_qI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/MqPMc_OmlyY/s1600-h/20090817153637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/SpnVC55b_qI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/MqPMc_OmlyY/s320/20090817153637.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375561876121583266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/SpnVC55b_qI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/MqPMc_OmlyY/s1600-h/20090817153637.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How amazingly cool is it! It's all butterfly like and whatnot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I want it :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fly Away Butterfly, Fly Away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-5572415403628368625?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/5572415403628368625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/08/butterfly-dress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/5572415403628368625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/5572415403628368625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/08/butterfly-dress.html' title='Butterfly dress'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/SpnVC55b_qI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/MqPMc_OmlyY/s72-c/20090817153637.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-5828163667787072895</id><published>2009-08-29T06:37:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T06:41:26.912+10:00</updated><title type='text'>So disappointed</title><content type='html'>=[&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sick. I've been slowly getting sick over the week, but it finally caught up with me. And I feel terrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so unbelievably pumped for Shannon's 16th this weekend. Horror movies and then spotlight out in the woods. I mean come on, doesn't that just sound awesome?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, if the party was just for a couple of hours, I might have forced myself to go. But because it doesn't start till 5, and then finishes sometime on sunday, I doubt I'll make it through that. Especially with the running around and what not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I begged my body not to let this happen, but apparently my body hates me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks. For. Nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(frankie was awesome btw)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-5828163667787072895?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/5828163667787072895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-disappointed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/5828163667787072895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/5828163667787072895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-disappointed.html' title='So disappointed'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-558135381047733332</id><published>2009-08-27T19:36:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T19:38:25.603+10:00</updated><title type='text'>frankie</title><content type='html'>Oh ho ho, my parents bought me a surprise frankie subscription.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... for 12 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It arrived yesterday. I had no idea. Best surprise so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate my mailman, because he folded it and shoved it into the mailbox.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's now under a heavy book flattening out. It's been like that all night. Should be good now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then onto the frankie goodness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-558135381047733332?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/558135381047733332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/08/frankie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/558135381047733332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/558135381047733332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/08/frankie.html' title='frankie'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-7056284265617262866</id><published>2009-08-24T06:21:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T06:24:49.997+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hottt</title><content type='html'>Ew, 30 degrees all week long.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;33 today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing compared to Wagga's 40 degrees all week long. But still!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um, at least there isn't any crowed halls for everyone in the school to be shoved in. That would be death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- New TrueBlood episode came out last night. I hope it gets online soon :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;div id="id_4a91a488028570d66999506" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="display: inline; "&gt;- And according to &lt;a href="http://www.friendshipstats.com/" onmousedown="UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this), &amp;quot;18a707add15bf87e3b34e45379778099&amp;quot;, event)" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;http://www.friendshipstats.com&lt;/a&gt; (with my facebook) I have 176 friends, 56 more than average. 34% are male, 66% are female. 70 are single, 61 are dating or married. If I contracted a deadly variant of flu, I would likely infect 10 people, 1 of whom would die&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;. When I share something on Facebook, it is typically viewed by 17 people. If I died today, an estimated 388 people would try to attend my funeral. Based on my Facebook profile, I have a 90% probability of getting married. I am likely to earn US$1.8 million and have 2.2 children over my lifetime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-7056284265617262866?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/7056284265617262866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/08/hottt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/7056284265617262866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/7056284265617262866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/08/hottt.html' title='Hottt'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-6124932808088868020</id><published>2009-08-21T17:08:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T17:15:31.450+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Tights</title><content type='html'>I love tights.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have an old pair of grey tights, I don't even know where they came from (... creepy?), the elastic was worn when I got them (... creepier?), and I still wore them a couple of times back in Wagga, when it was cold, because they were lovely and warm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today, I have either mad the coolest alteration, or the stupidest one, and I've now lost a pair of slightly worn out old tights, that I couldn't wear without them falling down, and only wore them with shorts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it was a fifty-fifty choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The idea came to me a while ago, to cut off the legs and turn them into long socks. You can never have enough long socks. I kept putting it off (mostly because I couldn't find them, shh), and then today I finally took the leap and cut them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turns out I can cut straight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm yet to turn them into lovely long socks, with elastic at the top to make sure they stay up, but now that I've cut them, I'll get around to doing it. Instead of putting it off like I always do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm one step closer to looking slightly fashionable. Without spending any money!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... And going to opshops of course. I love those.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/So5JV-Sq0mI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Pvq6fQWeTCA/s320/Photo+168.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372312047346963042" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                           A new hat maybe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-6124932808088868020?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/6124932808088868020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/08/tights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/6124932808088868020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/6124932808088868020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/08/tights.html' title='Tights'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/So5JV-Sq0mI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Pvq6fQWeTCA/s72-c/Photo+168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-2395788836154765786</id><published>2009-08-20T15:39:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T15:45:22.833+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Art</title><content type='html'>Oh gosh, art today was probably the best lesson so far.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent the lesson with Shannon, making clay figures, as we'd both finished making the actual thing we had to do. And because we had a sub, he so did not know that we should have been doing theory work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, in total we made around 15, I forget now. We wrote our teacher a note, saying "Please don't kill us!" and put it next to the leader of the fifth battalion.  We had a very productive lesson. Each had it's own quirk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We wish that we could have taken a photo of them before we had to go, but we didn't get the chance. So here's to hoping that they're still around next time we have art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh, Shannon plans on making them her birthday present... If they're still around, and if we find an excuse to paint them XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-2395788836154765786?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/2395788836154765786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/08/art.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/2395788836154765786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/2395788836154765786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/08/art.html' title='Art'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-6638866068448605360</id><published>2009-08-19T16:08:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T16:09:17.333+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 69</title><content type='html'>Lol 69&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... That is all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-6638866068448605360?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/6638866068448605360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-69.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/6638866068448605360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/6638866068448605360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-69.html' title='Post 69'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-2884955372484298335</id><published>2009-08-19T06:20:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T06:26:45.643+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Filminggg</title><content type='html'>Yeah, that happened yesterday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not mine, but a friends, I had to act in it. Not that I had a choice. But it was fun. Besides having to hang around for an extra 3 hours at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fun times, we had the tripod set up under a sheltered part where all these juniors were trying to get through, and so a couple of us got up blocked where they were trying to come through saying they're ruining our shot, so they'd have to go around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The amount that fell for that was hilarious! Turns out we did actually film part of us sending all these juniors in the other direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good afternoon, my hair was pinned back with a bandaid, as nobody had a clip. I got to wear glasses. Fully sick bro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=111415&amp;amp;id=712991236&amp;amp;l=3f00c171f9"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=111415&amp;amp;id=712991236&amp;amp;l=3f00c171f9"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=111415&amp;amp;id=712991236&amp;amp;l=3f00c171f9"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=111415&amp;amp;id=712991236&amp;amp;l=3f00c171f9"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=111415&amp;amp;id=712991236&amp;amp;l=3f00c171f9"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=111415&amp;amp;id=712991236&amp;amp;l=3f00c171f9"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-2884955372484298335?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/2884955372484298335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/08/filminggg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/2884955372484298335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/2884955372484298335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/08/filminggg.html' title='Filminggg'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-8051344652190691003</id><published>2009-08-17T16:53:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T17:01:21.058+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Gen Con - Weapon prep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/Soj_ADRtX8I/AAAAAAAAAIw/w2H1IaiWbuo/s1600-h/lightning-character-art-from-final-fantasy-13%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 387px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/Soj_ADRtX8I/AAAAAAAAAIw/w2H1IaiWbuo/s400/lightning-character-art-from-final-fantasy-13%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370822931983982530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well anyone remotely paying attention to my twitter, will have noticed that Gen Con is next month.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm going as Lightning from Final Fantasy. The image above. I've bought the outfit off ebay, but I still need to make the sword/gunblade thingo. Who knows what it is really! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, her weapon looks like this    &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/Soj_avtg2mI/AAAAAAAAAI4/_-Prtjawang/s320/gunblade1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370823390588361314" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so I figured I make a mock version out of paper so I could work out how I can go about making the real version. It turned out like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/Soj_0hrHfUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/MTgPB8JhHAk/s400/Image014%238.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370823833496812866" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really probably doesn't like mean anything to you guys, and there's bits and pieces missing here and there, but for a quick paper mock I'm pretty happy with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took a bit more then an hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-8051344652190691003?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/8051344652190691003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/08/gen-con-weapon-prep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/8051344652190691003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/8051344652190691003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/08/gen-con-weapon-prep.html' title='Gen Con - Weapon prep.'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/Soj_ADRtX8I/AAAAAAAAAIw/w2H1IaiWbuo/s72-c/lightning-character-art-from-final-fantasy-13%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-6103278046817296667</id><published>2009-08-16T13:27:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T13:31:15.093+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Choc on Choc</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I made a new cake =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/Sod9IM7dXaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/elPulza00zc/s1600-h/Image017%2311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/Sod9IM7dXaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/elPulza00zc/s400/Image017%2311.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370398660525645218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/Sod9HRU1XaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Gct_958XjbE/s1600-h/Image003%235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/Sod9HRU1XaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Gct_958XjbE/s400/Image003%235.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370398644525948322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/Sod9HRU1XaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Gct_958XjbE/s1600-h/Image003%235.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope it's as yummy as it looks =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a chocolate cake with chocolate icing, with strawberries and mint leaves to look like flowers. I get bored :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-6103278046817296667?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/6103278046817296667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/08/choc-on-choc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/6103278046817296667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/6103278046817296667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/08/choc-on-choc.html' title='Choc on Choc'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/Sod9IM7dXaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/elPulza00zc/s72-c/Image017%2311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-4536828573774498256</id><published>2009-08-15T09:44:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T18:05:37.704+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Disco Biscuit Love</title><content type='html'>Is what I'm currently jamming to.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disco Biscuit Love by the Jezabels. It was my iTunes free single a couple of weeks ago. And I finally listened to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's some rad stuff for the free single of the week. Some of them have become some of my favourite songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Love &amp;amp; Lost - Leena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blood - The Middle East&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moths Wings - Passion Pit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What Can I Do - Tokenview&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dunno, you should check out the free singles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-4536828573774498256?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/4536828573774498256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/08/disco-biscuit-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/4536828573774498256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/4536828573774498256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/08/disco-biscuit-love.html' title='Disco Biscuit Love'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-4885830862782153081</id><published>2009-08-09T10:46:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T10:48:26.770+10:00</updated><title type='text'>That Turkey</title><content type='html'>Oh, second turkey related post in two days, what is the world coming too?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that turkey for one can go to a painful and slow death. He attacked all my strawberries! He didn't eat them, he just hacked them up a bit, and left them there. Every single one of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my strawberries, attacking my strawberries is like declaring war.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-4885830862782153081?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/4885830862782153081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/08/that-turkey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/4885830862782153081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/4885830862782153081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/08/that-turkey.html' title='That Turkey'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-8436927231998183675</id><published>2009-08-08T07:43:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T07:45:50.769+10:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a Turkey in my Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/SnygMqsDe8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lvvCGz2Dk4I/s1600-h/Picture+15.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/SnygMqsDe8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lvvCGz2Dk4I/s400/Picture+15.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367340995396729794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kid you not. That black spot with a red circle around it, is a turkey.&lt;div&gt;The quality is shit, as it's off my phone and it was actually getting really dark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there was a turkey in my tree!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-8436927231998183675?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/8436927231998183675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/08/theres-turkey-in-my-tree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/8436927231998183675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/8436927231998183675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/08/theres-turkey-in-my-tree.html' title='There&apos;s a Turkey in my Tree'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/SnygMqsDe8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lvvCGz2Dk4I/s72-c/Picture+15.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-8232130926895439005</id><published>2009-08-03T15:34:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T15:37:03.507+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ancient History</title><content type='html'>We start SPARTA tomorrow. The teach better get off her highhorse and actually start to teach us something.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... Or let us watch 300. As long as I don't have to do another 2748357238430948 chapters with no teaching what so ever I'll be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sparta is rad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-8232130926895439005?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/8232130926895439005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/08/ancient-history.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/8232130926895439005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/8232130926895439005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/08/ancient-history.html' title='Ancient History'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-7254000560363590502</id><published>2009-08-01T20:36:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:49:00.475+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiders</title><content type='html'>Spiders are in the garden. BIG spiders. I'm not shitting you either. Mum went down into the garden, and found some big spiders. I went and had a look. They were massive.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum: 'Think that ones big, take a look at this one!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, the first one that you see, would be about the size of both hands probably. Actually probably bigger then that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum lifts up a massive leaf branch shielding another web, and another spider. About the size of my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far I've found 3 of them. 2 'small' ones, and one freaking massive one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went searching for what kind of spider it is. To my knowledge, it's just a golden orb spider or something. Nothing too exciting there. But shit they're big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to take a photo of them with the big camera, but they're still on the big camera. So I only have a shot of the small one taken with my phone camera. So it's not the best quality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/SnQcybKB1wI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MQCEs28Yfuc/s400/Image017%239.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364944708713961218" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd also like to say that this is the back of the spider. It was facing this way, and under those lovely leafy branch things, was the MASSIVE one. The front of them look kick arse though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I think it's just an orb spider. It's the only sort of spider I can find that looks like it really. But i could also be quite wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what I did in my break from Ancient History homework. Six hours of it and I'm still not finished. Grr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-7254000560363590502?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/7254000560363590502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/08/spiders.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/7254000560363590502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/7254000560363590502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/08/spiders.html' title='Spiders'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/SnQcybKB1wI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MQCEs28Yfuc/s72-c/Image017%239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-8903426153087464851</id><published>2009-08-01T06:34:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T06:44:41.572+10:00</updated><title type='text'>FILM disappointment...</title><content type='html'>Well, I have Film, TV and Media yesterday, and I went in happy because we were going to be doing group work, and we were to be working on my film. But apparently one day off changes everything.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the day I had off, everyone complained to the teacher about the groups we were in, as she made them, and tried to make us 'mingle' more. But apparently that was a bad idea, and she changed them. By now she had actually marked the assignments, and put all the A students into two groups, and all the lower ranked kids in groups with the other lower ranked kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only good news I got out of this, is that my storyboard was enough to put me into an A group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, we are no longer making my storyboard, we're making someone else's. Which is okay I guess, I'm just a tad disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt; Mine was about a kid who cheats on a test. He meets up with someone in a dark alleyway, gets the cheat sheet, and studies over it all night. He goes to school the next morning pumped for the exam. However, back at home his Mother has found the cheat sheet and sent it to the school. The kid is called the principals office, and he gets put on detention. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt; The one we're now doing, is a guy who cheats on his girlfriend. Boyfriend and Girlfriend are together in class, passing notes, looking at each other lovingly. Bell goes, they leave the room and are in the hallway heading to lunch. Another girl calls out to the boy, and he tells his girlfriend that he'll be back before the end of lunch, and runs off with her. Needless to say, he doesn't come back, so she goes looking for him and finds him in a room hooking up with the other chick.  (I have jazzed this up a tad)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I go on, pretty much the main central idea for the assignment was, that it had to be in school uniform, and it had to be relevant to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, at least I don't have to direct anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-8903426153087464851?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/8903426153087464851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/08/film-disappointment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/8903426153087464851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/8903426153087464851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/08/film-disappointment.html' title='FILM disappointment...'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-806276354409639573</id><published>2009-07-30T20:39:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T20:47:06.230+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff + Twitterr</title><content type='html'>I hate coming up with titles when I have nothing interesting to say. I haven't made a post since Monday, but I've been sick again/swamped with totally self induced over achieving homework/couldn't be stuffed to go on the computer.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, this is basically just a 'I'm still alive' blog post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I can write who I've deicided that I will now follow on twitter, because I went on an adding spree. Well not really, I only follow 35 people :P but 37 follow me :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets see who Jessie has recently added,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P!nk, Russel Brand, Josh Thomas, Hamish Blake, David Tennant, The Cat Empire, John Cleese, Kevin Rudd and Obama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The interesting people who recently followed me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.... Kevin Rudd. Well I've had about 7 people start following me, since Kevin Rudd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he's by far the most interesting, and the only one I'm following back. I'm so terrible, I only follow people I know in person, or people who are famous who I find interesting. None of these nobody people I don't know. It's not about the number of followers, it's about the humor... And to see how much time I can waste on twitter XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-806276354409639573?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/806276354409639573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/07/stuff-twitterr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/806276354409639573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/806276354409639573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/07/stuff-twitterr.html' title='Stuff + Twitterr'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-696234792898411895</id><published>2009-07-27T17:32:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T17:39:26.697+10:00</updated><title type='text'>FILM EXCITEMENT</title><content type='html'>Yes. Well, Film, TV and Media.&lt;div&gt;We had an assignment due today. I spent a long time, and a lot of effort into completing this assignment, as it was the first assignment of the year, and my first thing to do in the class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, for the assignment we had to come up with an idea, which fitted into, documentary, soap opera, sitcom or reality tv. And with this idea, we had to make a storyboard, complete with fully coloured pictures, and camera angles, and shot lengths, lighting and everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second part, of the assignment (well, they are two different assignments but they work together), is to make one of the ideas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were put into groups, and as a group we had to chose one of the groups ideas. And mine was chosen! I am now a director lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ho ho ho, so much mystery about what my idea is. Well, I'm intending to make it into a comic or something, and post it on my deviantART page. So you can find out then :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mwhaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-696234792898411895?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/696234792898411895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/07/film-excitement.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/696234792898411895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/696234792898411895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/07/film-excitement.html' title='FILM EXCITEMENT'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-6163428791440176435</id><published>2009-07-26T12:00:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T12:11:03.811+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Cardiff / What Seems To Be A Ramble</title><content type='html'>I knew that it wouldn't happen, and I'm not really that gutted over the event. But I would have absolutely loved to go to Cardiff, but most importantly hang out at the Torchwood Hub and go to the Doctor Who Museum. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But of course, I didn't win. P.Hunt from WA won, I never win things. So I'm not sure why I even bother to enter them anymore. Hope maybe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in more cheerful news, my room is being painted this week! Finally getting rid of the gross yellow colour of my walls, to be replaced by a totally boring white. I'm going to have an orange feature wall of some description, once I get around to making up my mind on what I want. I was going to have vertical stripes, of different shades of orange repeated in a pattern, but then I got some horizontal orange blinds. And that would have just looked weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm currently looking for some kick arse wallpaper. I found some, but there isn't enough being sold to cover the wall. Sad face. I need at least 3 rolls, and the most of the ones I like I can only get 1 roll. Gay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just bought, well not me personally, my mother bought Halo 3 and a new XBOX 360 controller for my brother and I. With the rules of 'Teach your Father to Play."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's going to be exciting, I'm currently 'cleaning' my room so I can go set up the XBOX and play!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, why do I reply to people on twitter with a question, or a statement when I know that they really wont reply/care?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally got myself of clear bayran thingos, you know the ones that look like glasses, but aren't really glasses? I would have loved a black pair, but I've seen loads of people wearing them lately, and can't find them anywhere! However, I did find a pair of white ones. So if I must, I could probably permanent marker them. Or get back to fixing my other pair of black sunglasses which broke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All is well in the mind of Jessie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Golly good show chaps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-6163428791440176435?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/6163428791440176435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/07/cardiff-what-seems-to-be-ramble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/6163428791440176435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/6163428791440176435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/07/cardiff-what-seems-to-be-ramble.html' title='Cardiff / What Seems To Be A Ramble'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-7059110193036208932</id><published>2009-07-25T06:38:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T06:46:30.121+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice in Wonderland Trailer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LjMkNrX60mA"&gt;Trailer :D&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;--- Follow itttt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Looky, magic! Tim Burtons Alice in Wonderland has a trailer! How excitement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But seriously, I'm a tad disappointed by it. It's in conjunction with Disney, so that already gives &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it a slight cringe effect. Sure Disney does awesome stuff,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but I would have liked a more darker story, and I'm just not convinced that this is it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My other disapointment is that it's not the stop motion puppets. I know that takes forever, but when I think Tim Burton,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; I think Nightmare Before Christmas, Corpse Bride etc, I know that's not all he's done, he's a master director &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and he's awesome. But that's the kind of thing I really like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And to see that Alice in Wonderland is a live action, with animated everything else basically, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;kinda annoys me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Also, lol at ranga Johnny Depp :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-7059110193036208932?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/7059110193036208932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/07/alice-in-wonderland-trailer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/7059110193036208932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/7059110193036208932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/07/alice-in-wonderland-trailer.html' title='Alice in Wonderland Trailer'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-2351486993579602155</id><published>2009-07-24T20:09:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T20:19:51.577+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird</title><content type='html'>It's funny how being pat on the head by a random kid who I call Conrad can remind you so much of home.&lt;div&gt;He calls me Jessiles and I call him Conrad. We met today in Ancient. And he already walks past me in class and pats me on the head for no reason :P Reminds me of you crazy guys :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Short, today was my first day of Ancient, and it was pretty cool. The people in the class are heaps of fun. But apparently the batshit insane teacher comes back next week who failed everyone in the class for the past 2 terms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dunno. Crazy shit. Some people actually knew where wagga is. How crazy is that? And they all correct me on the fact it's 'Wagga WAGGA' not just 'wagga'. How gay is that. I lived there for 16 years, you've been there twice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caroline the German girl I hang with told me I need to learn German. Her and her other German friends all speak it, and I feel so left out. I sit there at break time with a blank smile on my face because I have no idea what's going on. Sometimes she translates, but most of the time no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Film, TV and Media assignment due on Monday. It's great fun doing an assignment without an assignment sheet. The reason I don't have one is that she ran out. It's not like she can't print any new ones or anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English, well they're doing an assignment I don't have to do yay! I get to sit there and be bored for 70 minutes each lesson with nothing to do. This is going to be my dracula reading time methinks. I'm being slack and I haven't read it yet XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maths, I think I've done all the work. Like in year 7. Gay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, love you guys. Night all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-2351486993579602155?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/2351486993579602155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/07/weird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/2351486993579602155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/2351486993579602155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/07/weird.html' title='Weird'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-4640351440227380683</id><published>2009-07-22T08:51:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T09:02:36.504+10:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day At School</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the delay, I was going to post this on Monday after school, but I slept all afternoon, so I was going to do it yesterday, but I was sick, and I just wanted to sleep and watch TV. So today, I'm feeling a tad better, and I'm finally going to upload this silly little blog entry :P&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mmmkay, so first I got to school and got in trouble for two items of clothing. My 'tights' and my shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Office Lady: "You can't wear black tights"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "They're blue tights, and your uniform list says tights."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Office lady face goes red: "I'll write you a note for today."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: *Rolls eyes* the other kid next to me is trying not to laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OfficeLady: "You can't wear those shoes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: They are black, leather, lace up shoes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Officelady: "They have pink on them."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Oh so they do. But pink is in your school uniform."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Officelady looks as if her head is going to explode. Kid next to me is pissing himself laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Officelady talking to kid next to me: You have to take off that ring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kid: WHAT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: *giggling*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OL: It's not school uniform."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kid: "I can't get it off"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OL: "Use this hand moisturizer, or you'll have to get it cut off."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That took about an hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first class was Design and Art Studies, didn't do like anything, got there with 10 minutes or so left of the lesson. The teacher seems nice, and I sit next to two german girls. They seem pretty cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next class was Film, TV and Media. I have an assignment to do in that. One of the german girls is in my class, she's pretty cool :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recess - Hung out with the german girls, and their other german friends and a couple of other people. In Germany they don't sit on the concrete and school. We thought that was weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assembly - Meh. You sit in alphabetical order. Met a couple of nice people. MY name wasn't on the roll. Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English - Totally bludge on mondays, the teacher was chill and lets you do anything. Sat next to an English girl. She's short. And has a rad accent :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maths - Rumor is the teacher is a pedo. Apparently he was suspended all of last term because of it. The girl I sat with was nice, she's not too good at maths :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it only me, or is it weird to leave bags outside the classroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-4640351440227380683?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/4640351440227380683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-day-at-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/4640351440227380683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/4640351440227380683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-day-at-school.html' title='First Day At School'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-3163223935363796555</id><published>2009-07-20T06:16:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T06:20:35.934+10:00</updated><title type='text'>School Todayy</title><content type='html'>Yup. Today is the first day at school. Start at 7:25am and finish at 1:00pm. Five and a half hours, to do four subjects.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in the process of getting ready now, which means doing my every morning internet time, which involves updating this sad thing I call a blog :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The school uniform is lameee, I have a tie to wear... Somewhere. There are no pants for girls, but screw them, I'm going to be wearing pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's freezing, and I've been up since 5:30am. I feel sick. If I fake swineflu, I get another week off. If I have the sniffles, I'm not meant to go back to school till that clears up. Or so says Queensland Government, I actually quite seriously have the sniffles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-3163223935363796555?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/3163223935363796555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/07/school-todayy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/3163223935363796555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/3163223935363796555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/07/school-todayy.html' title='School Todayy'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-8108670598761898731</id><published>2009-07-18T19:06:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T19:13:06.996+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miss Mosh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modeling'/><title type='text'>Modeling</title><content type='html'>Maybe it's what I really want to do. I get told I should do it, and I shrug it off. I pose for friends. Haha, Dead Shots. Photography fun =]&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the problem is that I am only 5'3" at the most 5'4", and to pretty much be a model, hello an extra 3 inches to even get a look it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although, browsing through&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.modelmayhem.com"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Model Mayhem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;, the lovely &lt;a href="http://www.modelmayhem.com/219654"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Miss Mosh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is only 5'3" as well :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes this is the same &lt;a href="http://miss-mosh.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Miss Mosh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; as the one on deviantART &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure it'd be better to have that extra 3 inches, i'd be all that much taller!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But maybe I still have a look in. I wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-8108670598761898731?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/8108670598761898731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/07/modeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/8108670598761898731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/8108670598761898731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/07/modeling.html' title='Modeling'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-4135054049531960735</id><published>2009-07-17T20:42:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T20:46:07.359+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformers 2</title><content type='html'>Yup! I finally got around to going and seeing it. It was totally worth the $13.50 (expensive huh!). &lt;div&gt;I loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeahh, I had a smoothie at the movies, they made smoothies there. And it was actually a fairly decent smoothie! I also had my first hand full of popcorn in a very long time. Blech. It wasn't very nice popcorn, but I still ate half the box :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was terrible, I blinked and zoned out from the movie for two seconds, and I look back up and Optimus Prime was being killed. Heart broken! But Bumblebee is my favourite, so as long as he's still kicking it, I'm happy :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh I love Transformers. Always have, always will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-4135054049531960735?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/4135054049531960735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/07/transformers-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/4135054049531960735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/4135054049531960735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/07/transformers-2.html' title='Transformers 2'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-2947936958364658887</id><published>2009-07-16T15:14:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T15:24:06.639+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview</title><content type='html'>Well, I had my interview at the new school this morning. The interview itself wasn't too bad. The person I met was nice, but she does the year 10 stuff, so I don't know why I met her.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The outcome of the interview however was a little so-so. The list that follows are my old subjects and my new subjects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Old&lt;/b&gt;: General Maths C (But was moved to a higher class for commitment or something)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;New&lt;/b&gt;: General Maths A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Old&lt;/b&gt;: Advanced English&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;New&lt;/b&gt;: English C (is it just me or does that sound lower?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Old&lt;/b&gt;: Italian by Correspondence &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;New&lt;/b&gt;: Film, TV and Media (how fun does that sound?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Old&lt;/b&gt;: Photography&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;New&lt;/b&gt;: Design and Arts Studies (Which is Photography, digital imaging and lots of other things)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Old&lt;/b&gt;: Modern History&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;New&lt;/b&gt;: Ancient History (This one pisses me off the most. I wasn't allowed to do Modern History. I mean What. The. Fuck)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Art is art. All in all, I'm now doing 3 art subjects. Start school at 7:30am and finish at 1:00pm, and I do four subjects a day. The uniform is terrible, no shorts or pants for the girls. Skirts only. And black leather shoes. I don't do skirts only and black leather shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tired to get some black leather cons, but there were none in my size.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-2947936958364658887?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/2947936958364658887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/07/interview.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/2947936958364658887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/2947936958364658887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/07/interview.html' title='Interview'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-5710329910973872817</id><published>2009-07-14T16:14:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T16:20:09.685+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumper :D</title><content type='html'>My jumper arrived today :D About time.  But it doesn't matter now, because I have my jumper :P&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually don't mind how they look, it wasn't my favourite choice in design, but I also thought they'd look much worse then they actually do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I laughed about was the envelope it arrived in :P It arrived in a massive envelope with six stamps, and more to the point it's a 'Office of the Board of Studies' envelope. And for some reason that makes me laugh :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other plus of my jumper arriving today, is that I have something 'smart' to wear to my interview on thursday. Turns out said interview isn't about getting in. Oh no, I'm already in, it's about what classes I'll be in, i.e top, middle, bottom, because apparently you can't get that sort of information off the previous school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because 'English Advance' clearly does not mean top english :P And 'General Maths' does not mean middle maths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This school has issues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-5710329910973872817?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/5710329910973872817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/07/jumper-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/5710329910973872817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/5710329910973872817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/07/jumper-d.html' title='Jumper :D'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-3761327701936405721</id><published>2009-07-13T16:06:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T16:11:50.364+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twiggy'/><title type='text'>Twiggy &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Gosh. Love her.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only because of her killer modeling during the late 60s and early 70s. But because she also thinks that models, actresses, etc are getting too thin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why I love her. And she's still gorgeous now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/SlrP9m4fdBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/f3eDB-lbsxI/s200/014twiggy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357823364027085842" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/SlrP90s2bnI/AAAAAAAAAHA/XEnFUsU0DFs/s200/fashion4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357823367736356466" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/SlrP-KUHDdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pZraFShlUq4/s200/twiggy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357823373538168274" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/SlrP-Y31qdI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/WwusmGocKfo/s200/twiggy-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357823377446119890" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-3761327701936405721?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/3761327701936405721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/07/twiggy-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/3761327701936405721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/3761327701936405721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/07/twiggy-3.html' title='Twiggy &lt;3'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/SlrP9m4fdBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/f3eDB-lbsxI/s72-c/014twiggy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-1542531192420694528</id><published>2009-07-11T22:27:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:36:49.034+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to go to Cardiff. I want to win the competition. But I know I never will.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm covered in scratches and bruises, and I hurt. I blame you cat. You run away, complain and attack me when I come after you, into places where you know I'll hurt myself, and where things probably lurk. You attack me when I bring you back to the house, the entire way. Getting back up the steep bush land was hard enough without you attacking me. And then for the rest of the day you sleep on my bed. So do you really want to run away? Or are you just testing me, because I swear, I'll stop coming after you one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a new fighting fish yesterday. I called him Ianto, after the guy in Torchwood. He died. Him and Jack never really got together, it was sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched the full five episodes of Torchwood:Children of Earth today. I love it. Ianto's death was sad. Jack, you're a coward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It would have been cool if The Doctor appeared, Gwen did mention you. But she was right, you were probably to ashamed of what was happening to appear. I wish you'd appear for me now. I could use the company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd like someone to talk to. Unfortunately, I can only come up with so many reasons as to why nobody is talking to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want my jumper! How long do I have to wait for it to come? I asked when you'd send it, you said tomorrow. It's been the better half of 3 weeks. And nobody will tell my why I still haven't gotten it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think you've already forgotten me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-1542531192420694528?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/1542531192420694528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want-to-go-to-cardiff.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/1542531192420694528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/1542531192420694528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want-to-go-to-cardiff.html' title=''/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-7783304213331403374</id><published>2009-07-10T08:48:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:57:23.667+10:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>I have my interview for my new school on thursday :P I think it's with the vice principal. I'm tempted to bleach my hair and dye it crazy colours all over again, just for the interview. And get some dreadlocks. Since I had to throw out my hair spray :P&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, if all goes well at the interview I'll be starting school the following week. Which is gay, because that's the second week back of term. And if for whatever reason, I don't get in... Well I'm more or less screwed. The next school is also a far distance away, and I'd have to do another interview and then start the week after, which would be like four weeks into the term. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great process these people have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the back of my mind, I have this thought of "LOL wouldn't it be funny if in all my subjects they were doing the same topics that I did at wagga high."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I realise that it wouldn't be all that funny, because I will have missed out on two terms of work :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it'd make those subjects a bludge :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yeah, the world is still sleepin' while I keep on dreaming for me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-7783304213331403374?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/7783304213331403374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/07/school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/7783304213331403374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/7783304213331403374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/07/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-4942141188070392071</id><published>2009-07-08T13:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T13:03:25.343+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmm...</title><content type='html'>Nothing like imaginary tea parties and food to fill the stomach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-4942141188070392071?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/4942141188070392071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/07/mmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/4942141188070392071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/4942141188070392071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/07/mmm.html' title='Mmm...'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-5562921587021204703</id><published>2009-07-07T13:10:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T13:18:30.443+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cat</title><content type='html'>He sits on my bed (I think he's just using me for warmth), and falls asleep.&lt;div&gt;I take him outside of my room when I'm not in there (I don't want him doing his business in there again), and he goes to sleep on the blankets, or boxes. All he does is sleep :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If he's asleep on my bed, and I so much as move, he wakes up and meows, and I have to assure him that I'll be back in a second. He's very attached to me. It's sweet. He hasn't tried to run away yet, so I have hope that he wont.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's been outside under full supervision a couple of times (and by outside I mean on the first floor balcony), and once by himself, and all he did was go to sleep in the sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a lazy cat :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I also think he's not stupid enough to jump off the balcony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're going to take him for a proper tour of the garden in a little while. He's been in his one room for ten days, he's been walking around the first floor for a couple of days, we're going to wait a week, he's been out on the balcony a few times (it's raining so we can't let him out XD), and then after a bit, we'll take him down into the garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if he runs away then, well I did all that I could to make him stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the owners of my old house, will have a cat on their doorstep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, we had an intruder last night. A little sugarglider, we have one around named Horrace, the dogs attacked it, it was in the house, so to them their natural instinct was to attack it. Mum said it was a baby one, she doesn't know if it was Horrace or not. It was the middle of the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-5562921587021204703?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/5562921587021204703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-cat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/5562921587021204703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/5562921587021204703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-cat.html' title='My Cat'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-8850486536018428621</id><published>2009-07-06T11:50:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T11:52:01.264+10:00</updated><title type='text'>headers</title><content type='html'>i was thinking about making a header for my blog, and i have all these crazy ideas. And I half arsed one a while ago.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then I wonder if one will look any good, because of my blogs layout. I could go and change the layout. But that requires more work XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just washed my hair, it's silky soft&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-8850486536018428621?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/8850486536018428621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/07/headers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/8850486536018428621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/8850486536018428621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/07/headers.html' title='headers'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-3231177138870280123</id><published>2009-07-04T20:04:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T20:19:11.106+10:00</updated><title type='text'>MasterChef</title><content type='html'>Mmm... I made cupcakes, i was inspired by masterchef.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made chocolate cupcakes, with a chocolate icing. I then decorated them with a strawberry neatly placed on top, then dusted in icing sugar, with a dollop of cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/Sk8sYxOaGDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-stJ_upMoR0/s200/Image027%234.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354547286009059378" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/Sk8sZA1RamI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/S7N6sn6LpOU/s200/Image028%234.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354547290198600290" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm told that they're very yummy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-3231177138870280123?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/3231177138870280123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/07/masterchef.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/3231177138870280123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/3231177138870280123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/07/masterchef.html' title='MasterChef'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/Sk8sYxOaGDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-stJ_upMoR0/s72-c/Image027%234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-4575001295876707660</id><published>2009-07-03T21:29:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T21:34:38.214+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall from heaven</title><content type='html'>I fell down the stairs. I don't know how, but I totally missed one of the stairs and just came tumbling down.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm fine, bumped my head, my wrist and my ankle, scraped my elbow, foot and heel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought that I made a pretty loud bang when I hit the floor. Wood house, sound travels fast, everything is loud. Apparently not loud enough for anyone to come to my rescue. Just lucky that I didn't really hurt myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I bit my lip then as well, because now my lip is swollen, and looks really awkward and painful, and it is. Mum told me to get the bag of peas out of the freezer and put that on it. I got out some berry sorbet and ate that instead. Oh it's so yummy &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not as sore as it was earlier, nor is it as swollen, so maybe by tomorrow it will be gone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope so. It's painful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-4575001295876707660?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/4575001295876707660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/07/fall-from-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/4575001295876707660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/4575001295876707660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/07/fall-from-heaven.html' title='Fall from heaven'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357574037070537530.post-2374939006659144291</id><published>2009-07-03T15:56:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T15:59:05.282+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Polaroids</title><content type='html'>Gosh, i love these.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm making ones on photoshop with photos of you crazy kids, to decorate my room in. Once it's painted. They're looking pretty rad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I  can't wait for my orange stripe wall to be painted. It'll match my lovely bright orange blinds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh ho ho ho, i need a life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5357574037070537530-2374939006659144291?l=pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/feeds/2374939006659144291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/07/polaroids.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/2374939006659144291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357574037070537530/posts/default/2374939006659144291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkspiderfelix.blogspot.com/2009/07/polaroids.html' title='Polaroids'/><author><name>Felix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207853705881502750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ow9l7ilLR2w/S4mi9phYv8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/AP5J8J1rjhc/S220/Photo0102.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
