<?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-3850022044533806363</id><updated>2011-09-20T03:01:35.966+12:00</updated><category term='I ain&apos;t not a dorkus'/><category term='this makes no sense'/><category term='this is an outrage'/><category term='hello'/><category term='and I&apos;ll suppress the rage I&apos;m feeling'/><category term='my tags are non-specific'/><category term='THERE&apos;S A DOIN&apos;S A TRANSPIRIN&apos;'/><category term='hello that&apos;s not relevant'/><category term='there&apos;s no emoticon for what I&apos;m feeling'/><category term='that&apos;s not relevant'/><category term='bourgeois'/><category term='NIGHTMARE FUEL'/><category term='that&apos;s glad'/><category term='encouraging message to self'/><category term='STUPID FACES'/><category term='sadness ahoy'/><category term='interesting recounts of my interesting life'/><category term='Radical Jackson'/><category term='COFFEE'/><category term='hooray'/><category term='school is fascinating isn&apos;t it'/><category term='Doctor Whoo'/><category term='DO I DAZZLE YOU'/><category term='deal. with. it.'/><category term='alabaster retard'/><category term='down with this sort of thing'/><category term='GAY GAY GAY'/><category term='SORRY BLOGGER'/><category term='sick'/><category term='one of those long winded musings'/><category term='confusoin'/><category term='improvident lackwit'/><category term='Musicos'/><category term='musings'/><category term='baileys from a shoe'/><category term='WHAT WHAT'/><category term='Myoooose'/><category term='confusion'/><title type='text'>Dorky And Unrefined</title><subtitle type='html'>A Laid-back place</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>137</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-7898633723790898335</id><published>2011-03-31T17:38:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T17:38:14.260+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to do re: internet existence</title><content type='html'>I feel mildly suffocated by the internet.&lt;br /&gt;So here is what I should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Delete my twitter and make a new one simply for following a few accounts ie muse, maybe beatonna/ryan north and friends- don't post actual tweets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;delete this blog and archive the posts somewhere&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sort out my three tumblrs (why, kate. why.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sort out my three livejournals (again. WHY. WHY DO YOU DO THIS.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-7898633723790898335?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/7898633723790898335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=7898633723790898335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/7898633723790898335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/7898633723790898335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2011/03/things-to-do-re-internet-existence.html' title='Things to do re: internet existence'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-9019190112047819619</id><published>2011-02-13T14:16:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T14:16:24.608+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deal. with. it.'/><title type='text'>Dear world:</title><content type='html'>I am happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-9019190112047819619?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/9019190112047819619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=9019190112047819619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/9019190112047819619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/9019190112047819619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2011/02/dear-world.html' title='Dear world:'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-575843337152709967</id><published>2010-12-23T23:22:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T23:35:47.812+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this makes no sense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='there&apos;s no emoticon for what I&apos;m feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusoin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and I&apos;ll suppress the rage I&apos;m feeling'/><title type='text'>You know I'm in a bad mood when I start posting here</title><content type='html'>I feel so very very shit&lt;br /&gt;I have been on the internet for four fucking hours doing absolutely fucking nothing&lt;br /&gt;I could have read a fucking book in all this time. So why the hell do I stay?&lt;br /&gt;What keeps me here?&lt;br /&gt;It's just a wait. A wait a wait a wast a waste a waiste a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;ruining my posture curling in to a deformed freak with spinal issues and dead pale skin and ugh fuck&lt;br /&gt;sick of it sick of it I don't know what I want any more, I don't think I ever did, I'm so confused and annoyed and I go from being magnificently, wildly happy and ecstatic and overjoyed to miserable and confused and helpless and hopeless and angry and tired and swearing too much.&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to stay happy for long.&lt;br /&gt;Things make me happy, I am happy for a little while but then I just sink back in to this misery and pessimism and baww baww my life is so hard because I have nothing to do, baww baww I have a roof over my head and an internet connection and food to eat my life is so fucking difficult god I want to just kill myself because my life is so fucking hard you know, I have so many fucking problems you know?&lt;br /&gt;fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T UNDERSTAND. This mindset here, this mood, this is a night time thing, it arrives at night and stays and I am just in this black mood, hating everything, fucking miserable and not knowing why, then by the next day I'm fine and it's like this part of me that gets so bleak is a detached part of my mind, ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not see how someone could be happy all the time. And I do not feel like I am a person who has issues. There are people who quite distinctly are depressed, have issues, and what the hell am I? I feel like I need some sort of sticker slapped to my forehead for me to be able to know if there's something wrong with me. Like "HELP ME HELP ME! LABEL ME DIAGNOSE ME I WANT TO BE A SPECIAL PERSON! LAVISH ME WITH ATTENTION BECAUSE I'M SO MESSED UP!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing fucking wrong with me apart from the fact that I fucking hate myself and I am worthless and inadequate and useless and ugh ugh what the hell what does any of this mean it doesn't mean ANYTHING because once I have slept it is GONE until the next night. This self-loathing. What the fuck is it? It's the manifestation of loneliness and isolation and misery and fear and insecurity all mashed in to one with the catalyst of boredom and a dull dull life and a stupid dull brain that cannot think of anything interesting to do because it's so fucking fixated with a few particular things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should not take heed to any of this, I don't think, well I don't know. Someone said to me that maybe it is valid. If it keeps happening. Maybe she is right I don't know. She also says that I look sheepish a lot of the time and dammit that is true too.&lt;br /&gt;Also; I'm not making any sense. Also; no one really reads this blog that much but um I guess that's why it's good. It's just good to vent and it doesn't really matter if people see it or not. It's practically incoherent anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I very much dislike not knowing what I feel. I question my every emotion and my every thought. What does it mean? Do I really feel that way? Am I really miserable/depressed, or do I just need to sleep? Is it love, or toxic radiation? (It's both, but who cares.)&lt;br /&gt;So I drown my thoughts in internet bullshit to while away the hours and I just fucking sit here vegetating and dying and wishing there was something I could do and when I'm here by myself there's fucking nothing to live for, it's when I am out doing stuff that there are things. Actually I don't have to do anything I just have to be away from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what any of this means it's all shit.&lt;br /&gt;I need some sort of direction or guidance because I'm totally useless at running my own life. Other people have already got it down fucking fine by my age because they're mature, responsible, intelligent, empathetic kind people but I'm just a piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a contradiction. In those stupid online personality quiz things, that say stuff like "tick true or false: I prefer to spend time alone" or "I am happiest as the centre of attention at a party", I always go to "I prefer to spend time alone."&lt;br /&gt;Well actually, I have come to learn that I really fucking don't.&lt;br /&gt;I'd prefer to be alone than with a bunch of annoying people that I do not get along with, but it is my friends that keep me fucking sane, or insane, or somewhat stable, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be the centre of fucking attention but shit I just want someone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT HOW FUCKING ELOQUENT I AM. I SWEAR ALL THE FUCKING TIME. WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN.&lt;br /&gt;I disgust myself I am miserable I am useless I wish I could believe people when they tell me I am a good person or not inadequate I wish I could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically: I am a stupid teenager with emotions, news at e-fucking-leven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-575843337152709967?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/575843337152709967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=575843337152709967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/575843337152709967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/575843337152709967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-know-im-in-bad-mood-when-i-start.html' title='You know I&apos;m in a bad mood when I start posting here'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-7825014779822455274</id><published>2010-12-14T21:37:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T21:56:10.857+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this makes no sense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='there&apos;s no emoticon for what I&apos;m feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GAY GAY GAY'/><title type='text'>the world had a short-lived infatuation with blogspot.</title><content type='html'>All the blogs I follow haven't been updated for a year.  =\&lt;br /&gt;I think it's because it's a bit isolated, really. There really isn't much of a sense of community at all. I think that may be important?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm desperately bored. So I am writing on this because I have no one to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;Why is no one on skype? Actually no one. &lt;br /&gt;I mean, I don't honestly care about the fact that there is no one because I cannot talk to anyone, I mean I care because I only want to talk to one person and I haven't talked to her in about a week. Probably over a week. And she isn't online. And since the start of holidays I keep just staying on the internet whiling away the hours in a bored stupor and she never comes online and I have had Beatles songs stuck in my head for about three days straight. Incessantly. Just all these different songs changing but never leaving. And she's the only person I talk to on skype and the only reason I keep skype open pretty much perpetually. &lt;br /&gt;And I dyed my hair red. It's cool.&lt;br /&gt;I need social interaction with my friends okay&lt;br /&gt;I'm going insane, also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning in to Niles Crane. Well actually I already have. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking hell fucking hell fucking hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most tiny things can drive me insane! I don't mean that in a negative way; it's just something I've learned. It doesn't take much to put me in a complete state of delirious delight. &lt;br /&gt;I mean. It takes next to NOTHING. The tiniest, most miniscule thing and I'll be a mess. Complete mess all over the place. Total nutter. Utterly hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;It has been eight months. Of not knowing. And of confusion. And of over-analysing and trying to look at things in a non-biased, non-judgemental, totally neutral point of view, which is of course completely hopeless because I am in no way non-biased or non-judgemental, my judgement is clouded completely by my own delusions and thoughts and obsessions etc.&lt;br /&gt;God help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. HELP ME. I'M A MESS. A TOTAL UTTER WRECK THAT KEEPS DYING AND MELTING AND EXPLODING AND GRINNING AND DYING AGAIN AND OH GOD HELP ME. HELP ME.&lt;br /&gt;THROW ME A FUCKING BONE, HERE! I CANNOT TAKE ANYTHING AS EVIDENCE, THIS IS UTTERLY VITAL. I NEED SOMETHING REALLY FUCKING OBVIOUS BEFORE I WILL LET MYSELF THINK, THINK AT ALL THAT THERE MIGHT BE A CHANCE OF SUCH A THING HAPPENING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THOUGH I DOUBT IT. I really fucking do. I'm so completely utterly incomparably inadequate. &lt;br /&gt;and I want to say just as much, I want to say everything, but I refuse to because I believe that even the slightest hint will be too obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, honestly? At this point in time? I think it's probably pretty fucking obvious, the way I've been behaving. (Ie like a completely infatuated idiot.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet.&lt;br /&gt;What happens if I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm just really fucking screwed because there's no way this can be anything other than disastrous.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I knew. I don't want much, really. I just. I just. I just.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, god, if I'm not wrong, then I will look like a massive creep of an obsessive lunatic. &lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Hmmrightwell. Hmm hmm hmmmmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in the everloving name of fuck should I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-7825014779822455274?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/7825014779822455274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=7825014779822455274' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/7825014779822455274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/7825014779822455274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2010/12/world-had-short-lived-infatuation-with.html' title='the world had a short-lived infatuation with blogspot.'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-8509688045511945794</id><published>2010-09-20T22:00:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T22:24:29.929+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this makes no sense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='there&apos;s no emoticon for what I&apos;m feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my tags are non-specific'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GAY GAY GAY'/><title type='text'>you know what</title><content type='html'>the good thing about this blog is?&lt;br /&gt;that no one reads it.&lt;br /&gt;I could say whatever the hell I wanted here and it would pretty much be okay.&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;Um.&lt;br /&gt;Basically.&lt;br /&gt;It is really bad to be a person who reads subtext in to everything.&lt;br /&gt;Because it makes you incapable of interacting with other humans in any way shape or form.&lt;br /&gt;oh god.&lt;br /&gt;oh god oh god what is my life.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly this is just bizarre. &lt;br /&gt;This whole year has been bizarre.&lt;br /&gt;I can't.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a bit freaked out and just a bit delighted and mad with insanity and just a little bit stupid and I wonder what it's like to not sleep for days on end? I mean you can only survive ten days without sleep. &lt;br /&gt;But I mean what if you went three days without sleep&lt;br /&gt;I don't even see how that would be possible.&lt;br /&gt;I just need sleep. I need it like oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it weird how a lack of sleep can make you feel? It's so fascinating how important it is.&lt;br /&gt;Because when you don't sleep you are basically screwed. And it particularly makes your mouth feel all funny. and your hair pretty awful. And gives you a general sense of feeling incredibly unhygienic. And your head feels like it's been pounded with a block of cheese. It's really bizarre. And what's more frustrating is that often during the night you wont even feel tired any more. You will feel so tired that you will feel awake again. &lt;br /&gt;This year is indeed a strange thing to behold. I have lost the plot.&lt;br /&gt;And I can measure in hours of lost sleep the development of my insanity through the year.&lt;br /&gt;And.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;Some twisted form of progress.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what the fuck that means. But it's interesting to think that in term one holidays my mind was perpetrated and perpetuated by these thoughts. Curious, indeed! And to think I was still in denial then, and yet; still bizarrely intending for madness. &lt;br /&gt;And now here we are in the epitome of madness.&lt;br /&gt;I really rather like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this has been a highly ambiguous post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-8509688045511945794?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/8509688045511945794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=8509688045511945794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/8509688045511945794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/8509688045511945794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-know-what.html' title='you know what'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-3936088889731295713</id><published>2010-09-11T22:30:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T22:53:31.022+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='there&apos;s no emoticon for what I&apos;m feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness ahoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and I&apos;ll suppress the rage I&apos;m feeling'/><title type='text'>and I've seen all I'll ever need</title><content type='html'>It is really strange.&lt;br /&gt;Last year I used this blog copious amounts. And the year before that. And now I'm just like "no sorry."&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not sure why.&lt;br /&gt;I feel pretty bad about it. I mean I can actually use this blog, really; it's got a funky style and it's sort of pseudo-sophisticated and no one really knows about it either. Oh, the dilemma! I don't understand the world.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Muse as usual. Though I haven't been listening to them that much recently- I've been in one of my "listening to everything ever" moods re:music, in which I have gone from Radiohead to The Horrors, from Florence to Neutral Milk Hotel and from Arcade Fire to Pink Floyd and The XX. Just sort of flitting around them.&lt;br /&gt;But of course I always return to Muse, without fail.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Space Dementia. God I love this song.&lt;br /&gt;This has been a strange year. It has been a year completely undocumented by blogspot. &lt;br /&gt;and of course, when I'm just about to start a big pensive blog post my parents are all 'GO TO BED'.&lt;br /&gt;typical.&lt;br /&gt;okay. I'll go then. Maybe I'll save it for another day.&lt;br /&gt;(But I'll try write some now before I properly have to go.)&lt;br /&gt;Right. Anyway. This year.&lt;br /&gt;It has gone impossibly, ridiculously, frighteningly fast.&lt;br /&gt;There was the start of this year- fresh ideas and thoughts and music and words.&lt;br /&gt;There was the obsession with Sherlock Holmes, mixed with the obsession with The Horrors. There was House of Leaves, and the thoughts and the summery days, and the Big Day Out with Muse and The Horrors and the smell of smoke.&lt;br /&gt;There was the constant playing of Horses, the album by Patti Smith in the car for a long time throughout the year. There was the madness of everything at the beginning. I have a very powerful nostalgia for the start of the year. Which is weird, but I do. I really miss it, because I feel like this year has just slipped through my fingers; at the same time as is has been a really long year, with so many events, it feels like it's been about five days in my life compressed in to a confusing dream, a blur of images and memories and music and some really fucked up thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;There have been all my freak outs and panics and fainting in public and crying in public and my developed fears of things, and my paranoia, and my obsessive intrusive thought processes, thoughts that began at the start of the year and culminated in May the goddamn fucking 12th; two days later, May 15th; the freakout, two days after that, going to see Iron Man 2 with Alice, completely freaking out, then talking with her, then freaking out to an extent I never thought possible.&lt;br /&gt;Thus leading to the supposed acceptance of the intrusive thoughts. Which, I suppose, was a good thing; if I continued in the vein of 'NO STOP THINKING THAT' I suppose it would have culminated in my going completely batshit insane. Now I just have some really awkward emotions to contend with; ones that certainly still make me hate myself, but, you know, I can deal with it. &lt;br /&gt;So. It's been a really weird year. It's definitely been a significant year. I'm certain this will stick out in my memories for all the weird events that have happened. It's been a mixture of really great things and really crap things- I've been feeling really awful about myself a lot more than usual, this year- and completely losing any interest in school I might have previously had. School is just utter tedium now. Boring, every single day, every single hour of the day is utterly boring. And I am tired, constantly. And tend to feel miserable every day. And generally I keep feeling utter hatred towards myself, and my complete inability to do anything worthwhile, or to succeed particularly well in anything. I just feel hopeless and I'm not sure how to change things in order to be better. I just can't do it. So I simply hide away in the world of procrastination. Fortunately there are a lot of things out there that make me feel a bit better. I've become quite obsessed with Monty Python this year. That is a great thing. I'm really glad about that. &lt;br /&gt;And as you can see, it is the night, and whenever it's the night I get really glum and morose and everything I write is like BAWW BAWW what is life. Also I'm listening to Citizen Erased by Muse. Oh god I love this album so much. Origin of Symmetry is just incredible, okay? I miss Muse. I miss them. Which is ridiculous, I suppose, but I am just so sad that I missed so much of their life- 2001,2002, the mad insane years, 2003, 2004 with Absolution, then BH&amp;R- I found out all of this after the fact- and as such, ten years of Muse have been compressed in to about two years of learning about them with me. I wish I could have known about them when I was a tiny kid. Impossible, really. How could I have possibly become a mad fan of Muse at the age of seven? Holy shit. I was seven when Origin Of Symmetry came out.&lt;br /&gt;What. The. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;I just cannot comprehend the world.&lt;br /&gt;I really truly cannot.&lt;br /&gt;Oh god this song is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citizen Erased. You are amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-3936088889731295713?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/3936088889731295713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=3936088889731295713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/3936088889731295713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/3936088889731295713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-dear.html' title='and I&apos;ve seen all I&apos;ll ever need'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-3614766533543032786</id><published>2010-06-25T22:38:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T22:39:13.226+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SORRY BLOGGER'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='down with this sort of thing'/><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>HI BLOGGER I HAVEN'T TALKED TO YOU IN SO LONG I'M SO SORRY&lt;br /&gt;JUST THAT THINGS WITH ME AND LIVEJOURNAL HAVE BEEN IMPROVING AND I'VE JUST KIND OF NEGLECTED YOU&lt;br /&gt;SO SORRY&lt;br /&gt;=[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-3614766533543032786?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/3614766533543032786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=3614766533543032786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/3614766533543032786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/3614766533543032786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2010/06/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-8691037040333217252</id><published>2010-04-04T17:16:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T17:19:37.971+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this makes no sense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='down with this sort of thing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hello that&apos;s not relevant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alabaster retard'/><title type='text'>Dear blogspot,</title><content type='html'>I like Livejournal more than you.&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;I'm fickle on the wind yeah.&lt;br /&gt;GOT ICONS&lt;br /&gt;GOT COLOUR&lt;br /&gt;GOT COMMUNITIES&lt;br /&gt;GOT FIC&lt;br /&gt;YOU GOT WORDS&lt;br /&gt;AND QUIET UNASSUMING FASCINATIONS.&lt;br /&gt;And if you ever see a journal hanging around that might belong to me... it's not me.&lt;br /&gt;Plz to not be blackmailing/reading/assuming.&lt;br /&gt;CEASE AND DESIST.&lt;br /&gt;Don't listen to a word she says.&lt;br /&gt;I'll write what I like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-8691037040333217252?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/8691037040333217252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=8691037040333217252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/8691037040333217252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/8691037040333217252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-blogspot.html' title='Dear blogspot,'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-5027480217512652737</id><published>2010-03-28T18:39:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T19:04:48.447+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s not relevant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this makes no sense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='there&apos;s no emoticon for what I&apos;m feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myoooose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooray'/><title type='text'>Shine on you crazy diamond</title><content type='html'>I am listening to that at the moment! Whee, Wish You Were Here is made of win.&lt;br /&gt;WELCOME MY SON&lt;br /&gt;WELCOME TO THE MACHINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME IN HERE DEAR BOY, HAVE A CIGAR, YOU'RE GONNA GO FAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE JUST TWO LOST SOULS SWIMMING IN A FISH BOWL YEAR AFTER YEAR&lt;br /&gt;RUNNING OVER THE SAME OLD GROUND AND HOW WE FOUND THE SAME OLD FEARS&lt;br /&gt;WISH YOU WERE HERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking that Absolution is maybe my favourite Muse album? I just feel weird singling one out, because I love them all and it's like "OMG YOU DON'T LOVE US OTHER ALBUMS BAWWWWWWWW" which is totally not the case. But there's something about Absolution.&lt;br /&gt;(Be forewarned: This post is just me rambling in over-excessive, totally biased detail about a whole bunch of Muse songs. Yeah. I don't know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muse always end their albums with the most epic of songs.&lt;br /&gt;Showbiz: Hate This And I'll Love You. Supreme angst, quiet piano/shouty guitar, and crickets in the background. There's something sinisterly sad about it. I mean, it has the line "I was born to destroy you." Right, okay. An angsty end to an epically angsty album. Yay Showbiz!&lt;br /&gt;Origin Of Symmetry:Megalo-freakin'-mania. Also known as Epic Win. Played on a goddamn organ. Starts out quiet and sinister, with these very dark lyrics. Then it explodes. And has epic backing vocals and angsty cello. Then, as it gets to the end- well, it just sounds like something you would have playing when someone is just spiraling out of control. Spiraling is the word, because the organ is swirling in evil arpeggios and you can just see that this is when your mind breaks and everything you know is crashing down around you and you've just lost the plot. And then when you think the song is over, it gives one final, huge blast on the organ. Basically: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;EPIC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you were young? You shone like the sun. SHINE ON YOU CRAZY DIAAAAMOND!&lt;br /&gt;Okay lyrical interlude over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolution: Ruled By Freakin' Secrecy. Holy crapsticks, another dark and eerie song to end the album. Starts off very quiet, and when the drums come in you can hear every shift and rattle of snare drum and the shudder of the bass drum. The most paranoid lyrics ever. The song is about a guy who snaps and kills everyone at his work. Nice. So the song is pretty quiet, the lyrics and vocals soft and despairing- there's a slight pause. And then it explodes in epic piano chords. EXPLODES, I say. The vocals screaaaaaaaaaaam and the piano explodes and the drums smash and the bass rattles and then it goes quiet again, fading away with a barely audible heartbeat and the whine of that effecty thing, in which you think the sound is shifting downwards but never actually does. Uh, there's a name for it- hang on, ah it's called a Shepard Tone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Holes And Revelations: Knights. Of. Cydonia. For once the album doesn't end on a doom and gloom note. It ends on a WHAT THE HELL AWW YEAH IMMA FIRIN MAH LAZERZ YEEEEHAW SPACE ALIEN ROBOT NINJAS GO!!!!! explosion. Just hearing the first wavering shimmers of horses galloping and lazerz set to stuntastic and I go all "OMG OMG OMG THIS SONG IS SO EPIC OMG" and that's before the music actually starts. And then it starts. And. Well. The best drumbeat ever, honest to god. And epic riffage. And just... just...epic everything. And using the Rickenbacker bass and and asdfhadfoghagoiahsg that's it. Just...yes. Of course to compensate for not ending on a dramatic note, the opening song is Take A Bow and holy crap yes. Soooo good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Resistance: Ends with the Piece De Resistance, (hurrhurr I maded a pun) the three-part Exogenesis. About the human race having to go out in space and find a new world to live because the current one has been destroyed. Aww yeah. The first part channels some sort of evil version of Ave Maria combined with Matt's version of opera singing (seriously) and evil minor arpeggios, whoo (just deal with my attempts at being knowledgeable about music, okay) and has crazy tremolo guitar wailing and Matt being all existential in his lyrics "who are we why are we who are we why why why?" etc. Haha. Indeed, Matt.&lt;br /&gt;Part 2 is dramatic piano for a bit, before chilling out slightly, then exploding with win again. (YOU MUST RESCUE US ALL!!!) This is our laaaaaast chaaaaaaance etc.&lt;br /&gt;part 3 is the most mellow and starts really soft and tentative and sad before getting a bit more upbeat. It's like the hopeful part of the song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL. SO YEAH. THAT'S... THAT'S ABOUT IT.&lt;br /&gt;Well the point I was trying to make, was...dolphins. No. It was- that Muse end their albums with the most intensely epic songs ever. And well they fill them with epic songs too, but- I- I don't know. I just felt like talking about Muse. *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ffffffffffffffff I love Have A Cigar. WELL I'VE ALWAYS HAD A DEEP RESPECT AND I MEAN THAT MOST SINCERELY. THE BAND IS JUST FANTASTIC, THAT IS REALLY WHAT I THINK- OH BY THE WAY, WHICH ONE'S PINK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE SO HAPPY WE CAN HARDLY COUNT! (aaah I love that line.)&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. I'M DONE talking about Muse and quoting Pink Floyd lyrics for no other reason than I'm listening to it right now.&lt;br /&gt;Man talk about a pointless post. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-5027480217512652737?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/5027480217512652737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=5027480217512652737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/5027480217512652737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/5027480217512652737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2010/03/shine-on-you-crazy-diamond.html' title='Shine on you crazy diamond'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-7630752288753219404</id><published>2010-03-12T21:25:00.006+13:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T17:15:39.924+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myoooose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hello'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting recounts of my interesting life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooray'/><title type='text'>What an industrious empire!</title><content type='html'>Woaaaaaaah I haven't posted a blog in quite some time!&lt;br /&gt;So what's happened lately? Hmm...... not much really. I've just been obsessed with the horrors and listened to the entirety of Primary Colours about 56 times in the space of a month. You just don't know how amazing it is. YOU DON'T. OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;And I have developed an obsession with pocket watches it would appear, as I went on dA and looked up pocket watches and just died. My god. THEY ARE SO PRETTYYYYYYYYYYY. I want all of them.&lt;br /&gt;We have a pocket watch chez moi, however it doesn't have a key to wind it up with. So. It doesn't work. I find this highly aggravating. I mean really, who has a pocket watch that doesn't have a key? Fsadfadg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was bored in English and we were reading one of the speeches with that line about sound and fury (in Macbeth, I neglected to mention) so I was all "oh hey I'm going to look up that book, The Sound And The Fury!" so I did that. And it sounded interesting. And yes it said it was highly difficult to read so I was all "okay, whatever, I can totally still read this" so I got it out of the library and... hahah. Good lord. Yeah that is some intense writing. I'll uh, keep trying though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is my very cunning plan to be top on language perfect for Spanish. This is going to be very difficult though as I am currently on 4 points and other people are on about 200. And I don't really know many of the words at the moment. Que malo!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to need some serious motivation for this!&lt;br /&gt;I like the sound of rain at night, it's one of the most delightful things in the world. And yes there is a difference between rain at night and rain at day. I'm...not exactly sure what, but there's something different. It has to be heavy rain though, not some wussy light shower. XD Like now, it is nice and windy outside and the rain is all sporadic. Although I do prefer heavy rainstorms to not be sporadic, but what can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well by extension of this interest in pocket watches I have been looking at steampunky things. I mean the word itself is just so cool. Steampunk! I don't even know. It's quite a strange...&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thing,&lt;/span&gt; really, but I like looking at the creativity of other people transforming modern technology in to an anachronism that looks like it belongs. XD Does that make sense?&lt;br /&gt;I need to find some more music. 1 or 2 songs in particular, and I just came across a whole bunch of random stuff written on a word document, copy-pasted from what someone on Da Myoose boards had been rambling about. That I want to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow there shall be a ~*~band practice~*~ for the ~*~very excellent band~*~ in which I play some guitar. But saying that makes it sound like we are ~*~very srs bsns~*~ but it is simply myself and Marijke and Rekha attempting to play some music and sometimes succeeding! But I am too self-deprecating. We are getting a fair bit better really. And Rekha has already attained musical excellence so it's not like we are three people who can't play instruments. No sir! We just get over enthusiastic and suggest a whole bunch of songs to learn and then learn them and then run off to find something else to play. Which is quite fun really. And we do not have a band name! [UNDEFINED] was suggested and lingers on the peripherals of our mind as a potential one, but at the moment we are just "a band" or a "musical trio" if you like.&lt;br /&gt;...I totally think Asimov's Erotica would have been an awesome name. DOES NO ONE AGREE WITH ME?&lt;br /&gt;I want to get better at drawing, I have been stuck in a rut of drawing the same thing over and over and over and over again and not changing my style at all. Which I should do because quite frankly it sucks. I must draw moar! So that I can get much much better! I must practice and practice and I always forget the different between practice and practise. Which do you use when? I can never remember. Though spellcheck denies the existence of practise so... I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Well. I do go off on tangents rather quickly, don't I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well I don't really have anything else to say, there is a very fascinating update for you. Hooray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-7630752288753219404?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/7630752288753219404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=7630752288753219404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/7630752288753219404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/7630752288753219404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-industrious-empire.html' title='What an industrious empire!'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-1847946863703490466</id><published>2010-02-03T15:55:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T16:07:02.256+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='there&apos;s no emoticon for what I&apos;m feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school is fascinating isn&apos;t it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hello'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GAY GAY GAY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting recounts of my interesting life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooray'/><title type='text'>WHEE!</title><content type='html'>I changed the layout again because this one is nice and pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day of school! Though it hardly counts because we were there for about an hour. And it was good to see everyone again, and I was able to be all squee-ful for a brief few glorious seconds before we had to sit down and shut up.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to continue said squeeing, flailing and general conspiracy theorising tomorrow at length! And since tomorrow is also a messy day, hopefully also on Friday too.&lt;br /&gt;I must post a photo of the record player. It's amazing. SO AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;And it's a hot and sunny day but I'm inside where it is nice and cool apart from this laptop which is all "I'm two years old, watch me EXPLODE with suckiness!"&lt;br /&gt;I want to love you, laptop, I really do, but you make it really difficult sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have a new Spanish teacher for the first time EVER which is kind of sad but to be expected, really. It would have been kind of odd if I had had the same Spanish teacher four years running. So I'm not really sure what to expect. Oh well, I believe Lucy is in my class so that should be good.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know much about any of my other classes, but: I was meant to take music, right? And they were like "lol no, it clashes with French, gtfo" so I had to drop it and choose from one of some other very fascinating subjects (/sarcasm). So we sent a message saying "okay I'll take alternative maths then, FINE JEEZ" and well they do not appear to have regarded this message as I have a gap on my timetable every day.&lt;br /&gt;Now I wouldn't complain if I were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meant &lt;/span&gt;to have spaces, but I am supposed to be taking six subjects and that just really doesn't work. Much as I don't want to take maths because hello, most boring subject ever, I am afraid I shall have to ask "hello, what is the deal?"&lt;br /&gt;Still. It's interesting. Anyway all my classes are cool because I'm not taking anything I don't like thus far, so every day should hopefully be quite alright! IT'S GOING TO BE INTERESTING, HOORAY.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to go back already and talk with my friends for ages and ages about certain things.&lt;br /&gt;ASDHDGASGIHAOGHIAOGIH&lt;br /&gt;I am filled with a fandomy glee. Now if only I could find an original of that drawing without the words on it. I feel this may be futile, however.&lt;br /&gt;So to sum up: ASDFASDFH YAY!!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-1847946863703490466?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/1847946863703490466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=1847946863703490466' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/1847946863703490466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/1847946863703490466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2010/02/whee.html' title='WHEE!'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-3179784701684441296</id><published>2010-02-01T21:42:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T22:09:57.638+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this makes no sense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DO I DAZZLE YOU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='there&apos;s no emoticon for what I&apos;m feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radical Jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GAY GAY GAY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting recounts of my interesting life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooray'/><title type='text'>Okay okay so</title><content type='html'>Sooooooooo I just finished reading all the comments in the fandomsecrets anon meme. OMG IT WAS WONDERFUL. AND I'M SO SAD BECAUSE I DIDN'T GET TO COMMENT ONCE. NOT. A SINGLE. TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*angstangstangst*&lt;br /&gt;And it was so awesome! So so so so awesome. And I COULD have commented before, before all the comments got filled up until you couldn't post any more. But then we left for the day- and my firefox just decided to freeze and tell me that it had to force quit. Fortunately blogger saved some of this blog! Now I have to wait for all my 100+ tabs to finish loading. XD I just had an interesting time listening to a whole bunch of youtube videos playing at the same time. This is what it sounds like: "Thank you Yeoman, that's sufficient. My word, Jane, the garden's looking very homosexual today! I've never been more shocked in all my life! Come on Spock, I know that look. You savage! You savage!! I'm bringing sexyback *yeah~*"&lt;br /&gt;Huh, this is strange, they appear to be repeating now! I'm thoroughly confused.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Anyway. The anon meme was awesome and there must be another one IMMEDIATELY because I just feel depressed about having been unable to post a single comment on this one. *sigh!*&lt;br /&gt;Well! All the tabs have finished loading! That didn't take long, I was under the impression that the internet was very slow lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday we went to Mangawhai to hang out with the cousins and it was an awesome and great ol' time. The weather was crazy and went from rainy and dismal to sunshiney and glorious! And it was all very spiffing the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;When it was sunshiney we went to the beach, and there was this sort of big sandbar thing further out, and we kayaked over and had a look around, and it was all sunny and great.&lt;br /&gt;Then myself, my brother and one of my cousins spent about half an hour to 45 minutes drifting downwards and then slowly crawling upwards against a rather strong current, before drifting down again. It was fun. And we spent the time talking and laughing hysterically over completely absurd things such as "I ain't no fool 'cause I go to school!" Yeah really. Then we discussed something that had been bothering me a great deal and came to four possible reasons/conclusions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is gay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is Edward Cullen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is Edgar Allen Poe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because The Master ate a turkey.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling there was a fifth one, but I can't remember it. Anyway the discussion still proved inconclusive, but was highly amusing and delightful nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;............................yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it was a good time and it was all very nice and the moon was really big and bright.&lt;br /&gt;So it's been a good couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;I am happy!&lt;br /&gt;.....and you know, there was something on the anon meme, on page two, that was completely and utterly awesome and epic and amazing.&lt;br /&gt;.....I'm just saying. Page two. Fandomsecrets? Just saying.&lt;br /&gt;...Page two.&lt;br /&gt;And various other pages with other interesting and fascinating ideas.&lt;br /&gt;One of which was a sort of "NEW PERSONAL CANON" thing.&lt;br /&gt;.....I am going to leave now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-3179784701684441296?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/3179784701684441296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=3179784701684441296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/3179784701684441296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/3179784701684441296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2010/02/okay-okay-so.html' title='Okay okay so'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-4493124630360922272</id><published>2010-02-01T14:03:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T14:07:28.047+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this makes no sense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alabaster retard'/><title type='text'>What are these things? KEEP RUNNING!</title><content type='html'>Okay so on fandomsecrets today there was a secret about some random 30 second video and someone linked to it and I don't even know what it's about (left for dead, apparently) and I'm just listening to it on repeat over and over and over again because it repeats automatically, and it's just... hypnotic. It's completely stupid and I DON'T UNDERSTAND IT and I think I'm probably going to go insane soon but I just can't stop listening to it. I mean when I stopped listening to it before, I kind of went..."oh. It's quiet. What now?"&lt;br /&gt;So um. That's what I'm doing today, other than going through these friending and anon memes and feeling annoyed that I was late to the party which I always am *sigh!*&lt;br /&gt;And also here is the video of complete strangeness that I don't understand at all:http://unomastiempo.deviantart.com/art/coach-the-movie-147404325&lt;br /&gt;Um. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;One man cheeseburger apocalypse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-4493124630360922272?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/4493124630360922272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=4493124630360922272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/4493124630360922272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/4493124630360922272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-are-these-things-keep-running.html' title='What are these things? KEEP RUNNING!'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-3774529493330545819</id><published>2010-01-29T22:40:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T22:45:41.274+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s not relevant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this makes no sense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WHAT WHAT'/><title type='text'>It's not you, it's me!</title><content type='html'>So hey Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;We need to talk.&lt;br /&gt;There's...someone else. No, they're an old friend of mine. Yeah, you might have heard me talk about them- yes, I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; I said they were stupid and lame and that you were better, but... lately, I'm not so sure. &lt;br /&gt;It's just... I need something &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;, you know? I need to know that it's long-lasting. I want this to work. Really, I do. I'm willing to work on it as long as you are. But you know... I have known Livejournal for a lot longer than I've known you. There's something comforting about them. No, I'm not cheating on you, okay?! I did basically &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;abandon&lt;/span&gt; LJ for you, so you could at least be a little grateful!&lt;br /&gt;I just have a different dynamic with LJ, okay? And a different dynamic with you, too. I just want to be able to spend an equal amount of time with both of you. I know you two probably wont ever get along, but hey. You will just have to DEAL WITH IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough*&lt;br /&gt;anyway! Do I have anything else to say right now? No, because the computer is going to be taken away in approx. 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;......YESTERDAY I- SORRY, WE- GOT A RECORD PLAYER. IT'S GREEN.&lt;br /&gt;ADFASGHAOGIFHADFKLHJADOFHIAHIH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;THAT IS ALL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-3774529493330545819?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/3774529493330545819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=3774529493330545819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/3774529493330545819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/3774529493330545819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-not-you-its-me.html' title='It&apos;s not you, it&apos;s me!'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-9034794271391167189</id><published>2010-01-24T13:00:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T13:06:45.068+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='there&apos;s no emoticon for what I&apos;m feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting recounts of my interesting life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooray'/><title type='text'>I am tired</title><content type='html'>Hmm so we went to our gran's house yesterday for dinner and found a big box of records under the stairs. I was...reticent to enter the cupboard under the stairs, as it was a very small space and there were a lot of cobwebs and whatnot. I'd been fine to go in there before, but that was when I was younger and as such my head wasn't as close to the ceiling as before. It took me a while to go in there, and when I did Hamish turned off the light and shut the door.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, that's real nice. A really nice thing to do to someone who doesn't like the combination of small spaces and potential spiders. And darkness. So I screamed until he opened it again. XD&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we didn't look through all the records (because judging by the height of the box there would be quite a lot) but we looked through the top and there were some really awesome things! There was David Bowie, Devo, The Rolling Stones, Blue Oyster Cult (I think that's their name) and other such things. There was also a disconcertingly large amount of Rod Stewart. That was not cool.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah! I look forward to returning and perusing further to find out what other interesting gems there might be lurking in there. Should be good times!&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have to say really. Although also, I must go and find Primary Colours by The Horrors and buy it. Because. It. Is. AMAZING. And I am annoyed that I didn't listen to it much before, because ASDHFGAGOAHG AFDG AOHO AOMG it's AMAZING guys.&lt;br /&gt;AMAZING&lt;br /&gt;And I want to marry it. I have to buy it. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well that's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-9034794271391167189?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/9034794271391167189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=9034794271391167189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/9034794271391167189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/9034794271391167189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-tired.html' title='I am tired'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-2020401248525761389</id><published>2010-01-18T22:55:00.009+13:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:39:21.123+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this makes no sense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='down with this sort of thing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myoooose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radical Jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musicos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STUPID FACES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alabaster retard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='improvident lackwit'/><title type='text'>John Paul, you my main man</title><content type='html'>HELP, I'm still an utterly paranoid lunatic looner nutcase psychopath&lt;br /&gt;okay I'm not a psychopath but I am an utterly paranoid loser. I need someone to slap me,I need a general in the military, to slap me and shout "GET YO ACT TOGETHER, YOU LITTLE MAGGOT!! AIN'T NOBODY CARES ABOUT YOU, OR YOUR PATHETIC LIFE! DROP AND GIVE ME TWENTY!!!"&lt;br /&gt;And then kick me so I fall over while trying to do twenty pushups&lt;br /&gt;...actually I'm not really sure how this will help me get over my paranoia&lt;br /&gt;is there anything you can do to stop being paranoid? It's completely irrational. But I can't heeeeeeeeeeeelp it. Heeeeeeeelp me!&lt;br /&gt;You know, I think I know what helped me to become paranoid. THE SCHOOL. WITH THEIR CLAIMS OF WATCHING YOU WHEN YOU USE YOUR COMPUTER. SPYING ON YOU. ALL. THE DAMN. TIME.&lt;br /&gt;THAT is why I am so paranoid. It's not like I'm looking up "how to blow up your school" on google or anything, I'm just paranoid! Like I said, it IS irrational, so yeah. But I think I can fairly say that's one of the causes for my paranoia. I mean it's not like anyone CARES what I'm doing (irrational, remember) but I can't but help think that I'll go "I TOTALLY think there should be Tony Harrison/Saboo fanfiction" and look it up for the lolz, and someone will be spying on me and go "WTF IS WRONG WITH THIS PERSON, ARREST HER IN THE NAME OF THE LAW!"&lt;br /&gt;Also... I don't think I want Tony Harrison/Saboo fanfiction. That sounds...disturbing as hell, because you know, Tony Harrison is a pink bladder with tentacles. So.&lt;br /&gt;The paranoia only happens when I feel particularly stupid about something, something I feel inherently embarrassed about because god knows why. So it's EVEN MORE STUPID, because I'm not paranoid ALL THE TIME, just some of the time. It's getting ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;Help meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A peculiar coincidence happened today (I guess it wasn't reeeeeeeaally a coincidence, but it did strike me as rather peculiar.)&lt;br /&gt;oh, yeah, and the Big Day Out was that thing that happened the other day? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;The Horrors, you guys! We were right up the front, it was most excellent. Although I didn't actually know any of their songs really, it was still cool, and the crowd was a bit crazy, I was practically falling over a lot of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I sat down for about, 45 minutes? In the course of the whole day? And it was a long day. And my feet were dead. The day after, I could barely walk. BUT! I have made a full recovery, hurrah hooray.&lt;br /&gt;And of course there was MUSE.&lt;br /&gt;MUSE YOU GUYS&lt;br /&gt;Oh god they were so &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;wonderful.&lt;/span&gt; I was in the D area, but quite far to the back, and there were lots of tall people and my vision was rather impaired by their height. Which was sucky and lame, I didn't get to see Chris headbanging like a lunatic, or Matt playing the guitar behind his head in Plug In Baby, or leaning against the amp, or doing a little floor slide, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;BUT it was still great and wonderful and delightful, and they played Nishe, I mean wow. I was just listening to that now. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have ~*~officially~*~ scrobbled Muse 2000 times! I've listened to them more than that, but you know, that proves it's the bare minimum. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY someone on the Muse boards (actually the guy I got my resistance boxset from, whoo!) said that if they returned it would probably be in November or December. OH PLEASE BE TRUE, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE (let me get what I want)&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, they must return immediately. Ie in twelve months, whatever. So that I can arrive early, and get an excellent spot in the pit of mosh. So I can see everything, and be close to the front yet still able to jump up and down. (The jumping up and down at BDO was aweeeesome. So much fun!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. I think that's all I have to report for now. I've been all obsessive and internet lurking as usual, and of course I have no one to uh, "squee" with, you know, because of that whole paranoia/embarrassment thing I have going on. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE IT COMES FROM, GUYS. I'M JUST...INHERENTLY EMBARRASSED ABOUT SOME THINGS, AND NOT OTHERS!! WHAT THE HELL?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guysssssss help me stop being paranoid, ookay?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also. My laptop is a pile of crap. It keeps&lt;br /&gt;ELECTROCUTING ME&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS BOLLOCKS&lt;br /&gt;piece of junk. Stupid dells. Never buy a dell. They're crap okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, have this super awesome comic by Kate Beaton, who is also awesome. I think you should click on it. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Also: JAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/S1Q6OMYgkwI/AAAAAAAAAIg/PxHICqAHcVg/s1600-h/popeactionsm.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/S1Q6OMYgkwI/AAAAAAAAAIg/PxHICqAHcVg/s320/popeactionsm.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428027466404893442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-2020401248525761389?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/2020401248525761389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=2020401248525761389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/2020401248525761389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/2020401248525761389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2010/01/john-paul-you-my-main-man.html' title='John Paul, you my main man'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/S1Q6OMYgkwI/AAAAAAAAAIg/PxHICqAHcVg/s72-c/popeactionsm.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-3327908642756875719</id><published>2010-01-13T01:17:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:40:21.229+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is an outrage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='down with this sort of thing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIGHTMARE FUEL'/><title type='text'>Ohhhhhh god</title><content type='html'>Amongst other things, I don't think I'll ever quite be able to understand the Supernatural fandom. And... other fandoms, of a similar bent, or, fans...who... ship things...like...that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*whimpers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might change my layout again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, though. That's just&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;wrong&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, you can be all "well, if it's two responsible adults then I have no problem with it!"&lt;br /&gt;but you know, if they're fictional and it is quite clear that such a situation would not have them acting in such a manner, well I think it's fairly understandable that someone would be squicked.&lt;br /&gt;I just... wow.&lt;br /&gt;They're quite serious, too!&lt;br /&gt;...I have to go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, also? A 41 second video, and now I want to watch Star Trek. That was honestly all it took. Oh boy. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-3327908642756875719?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/3327908642756875719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=3327908642756875719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/3327908642756875719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/3327908642756875719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2010/01/ohhhhhh-god.html' title='Ohhhhhh god'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-1817294546976453309</id><published>2010-01-09T00:47:00.006+13:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T01:04:12.193+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s not relevant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school is fascinating isn&apos;t it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Une annee sans lumiere</title><content type='html'>I am STILL amazed by how fast 2009 went.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? A little feedback, anyone? What did you think? There are five of you who follow this blog, surely you at least read it? Okay, it's probably just me who spends every waking hour in a world that doesn't physically exist.&lt;br /&gt;It's just gone. SNAP! CRACKLE! POP!&lt;br /&gt;Vanished. But I've already gone over this.&lt;br /&gt;But my memories of 2008 seem more vivid than this year. Perhaps it's because this year, it was a good year, but a lot of it was spend in mind-numbingly boring situations- I had a lot of classes with no friends in them, or people who I knew quite well but didn't sit with or talk with or whatever. Thus making them boring. Especially maths. Oh god. Worst. Subject. Ever. Not only am I atrociously bad at it, I sat by myself the entire year. OH GODDDDDDDDD You could pick me from a mile away as being an epic loser. /o\&lt;br /&gt;French was okay, but it was always in the morning and freezing cold, and it was in the stupid French room that gives off a large, cold, unfeeling atmosphere. Anyway, it was okay, just not riveting or memorable, you know? The classes you remember are engaging and interesting, with your friends there to talk with and get yelled at and have jokes with, etc etc. So, English, Writing and Spanish were probably the most memorable subjects.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, it was a good year, but event-free, making it kind of... well, it was just a passing sequence of days in which similar things happened. Yeah it was a good year, and I enjoyed it and had lots of good times, but when I think about it, the first thing that comes up is a blank slate, and only after thinking for a while am I able to recollect things that happened. I'm not saying it was a bad year! I must stress that- but there was a lot of nothingness along with the good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah&lt;br /&gt;that's all, I guess. I am going a bit insane, stuck in the house all day, getting up at eleven, only getting ready for the day at 12.00, sitting on the floor, downloading icons... why? What on earth is my obsession with 100x100 pixel boxes? I don't know, but they're AWESOME. But you know, I wouldn't mind at all getting out of here- I could do it myself, but there's nothing interesting around here. And because I'm just sitting around, I expend little energy, so I stay up later and later, and get up later and later and get more tired and so on and so forth... BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;But hey it's the night, and I always tend to get pessimistic then, it's not all as bad as that... just boring. I want to run around and have a band practice, I want to hang out at Lucy's house (I have this thing where I just really, really want to hang out there all the time. It exudes creativity from its very core! Or...something.)&lt;br /&gt;I want to spend time in the sunshine, in the grass, with FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;But then most of them are heading to exotic places, or are currently in exotic places, and here I am at home again.&lt;br /&gt;Still, I've been to places before. I remember- wait I've said all this before too! But I still really really really fondly recall going to New Plymouth. I don't even know WHY. I just love love love love love the memories of it. It's not like anything AMAZING happened- maybe that's why. It was just the niceness of a new place, and of course, that playlist. That I listened to a lot, and brings up strong epic memories.&lt;br /&gt;It's 2010? I just don't even know. It's going so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time.... BLAH&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO GO ON ADVENTURES&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO RUN AROUND&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO PUNCH BAD GUYS IN THE FACE&lt;br /&gt;WHO'S UP FOR A BIT OF BAD GUY PUNCHING??? I AM, THAT'S FOR SURE!&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe not, bad guys can be quite evil and whatnot. Maybe just annoying people who need their daily dose of COMEUPPANCE, TM REGISTERED TRADEMARK.&lt;br /&gt;I got out my old tablet that I haven't used in aaaaaaages, and it was going great with adobe photoshop elements, the pressure of the pen was making the brushstrokes lovely and realistic, lighter and darker and whatnot. Then hey presto, something changes and the paintstrokes are thick and black and ugly with pen pressure having no effect on it. AAAAAAAARGH GOD DAMMNITTTTTT!!!! Someone help me out here, plzplox?&lt;br /&gt;It might sort itself out though I doubt it. SO ANNOYING, I was just really getting in to it and now it's all stupid again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well I guess that's my ranting over for now. Good day/night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-1817294546976453309?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/1817294546976453309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=1817294546976453309' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/1817294546976453309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/1817294546976453309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2010/01/une-annee-sans-lumiere.html' title='Une annee sans lumiere'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-7324654189073660973</id><published>2010-01-08T00:04:00.006+13:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T00:11:51.805+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DO I DAZZLE YOU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='there&apos;s no emoticon for what I&apos;m feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radical Jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THERE&apos;S A DOIN&apos;S A TRANSPIRIN&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GAY GAY GAY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WHAT WHAT'/><title type='text'>THE DOWN LOW</title><content type='html'>WORDS&lt;br /&gt;CANNOT&lt;br /&gt;QUITE EXPRESS THE JOY I AM FEELING RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, I've missed House, I'm so glad it's finally coming back. In perhaps, approx. 2 months, there shall be an episode on screen, an episode so hilariously amazing that the likes of it have not been seen since Don't Ever Change.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. When I found out about Don't Ever Change, I pretty much ended up knowing the whole episode off by heart by the time it was on tv here. (I think it was probably the mention of it on the livejournal of a certain edible star that piqued my interest, what with it being called the "bowie" episode of house (ie referring to the episode of FOTC.) I apologise if that makes no sense. But not really. XD&lt;br /&gt;This time I don't think I'm going to wait, I'm going to download it from the interwebs straight away!&lt;br /&gt;And this episode isn't even written by Doris Egan, whaat? At least I don't think so. I'm sure she had some part to play in this insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL. IT'S GOING TO BE&lt;br /&gt;AMAZING&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. AND HILARIOUS&lt;br /&gt;AND EVEN IF IT ISN'T, WELL I HONESTLY DON'T CARE BECAUSE THIS PRETTY MUCH SEALS THE DEAL&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-7324654189073660973?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/7324654189073660973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=7324654189073660973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/7324654189073660973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/7324654189073660973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2010/01/down-low.html' title='THE DOWN LOW'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-7338236002049229937</id><published>2010-01-05T23:32:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:34:19.312+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is an outrage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='down with this sort of thing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='there&apos;s no emoticon for what I&apos;m feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness ahoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STUPID FACES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIGHTMARE FUEL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WHAT WHAT'/><title type='text'>Hang on-</title><content type='html'>Wait a moment. Wait a moment. Wait... wait. Just... just wait a moment there. Wait. Wait a moment.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be SEVENTEEN THIS YEAR!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OHSHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-7338236002049229937?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/7338236002049229937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=7338236002049229937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/7338236002049229937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/7338236002049229937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2010/01/hang-on.html' title='Hang on-'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-3967714564011091139</id><published>2010-01-01T02:02:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T02:09:16.610+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is an outrage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alabaster retard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WHAT WHAT'/><title type='text'>Hello 2010</title><content type='html'>I am soooooooo tired you guys&lt;br /&gt;I was busy deleting all the tabs I had open jeeeeeeesus&lt;br /&gt;and I'm srsly annoyed&lt;br /&gt;youtube keeps being dumb and having no audio&lt;br /&gt;and yes I checked the damn thing, it's not on mute&lt;br /&gt;so I just deleted most of my tabs in case there's something there that's *overriding* the audio of youtube or some rubbish like that&lt;br /&gt;but it still doesn't work&lt;br /&gt;piece of crap&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch some very important videos!!!!! Well they're not important but I'd like to see them, okay&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tiiiiiiiired&lt;br /&gt;so so tired!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;it's only like 2.05 guys, lolwut&lt;br /&gt;oh my god&lt;br /&gt;I just downloaded like fifty million icons of the exact same thing but in different styles and stuff&lt;br /&gt;bring on January 2nd, I want to see Doctor Who, whooo!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, before I was all sombre and ranty and wtf-y, now I'm just exhausted.?&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally going to end up printing out 50 billion icons and sticking them in a book for the lols or something&lt;br /&gt;that's the extent to which I have a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway if anyone wants to help me out on the youtube thing I'd appreciate it, or how to surreptitiously gain an ethernet local area network internet connection to ones room, that'd be great&lt;br /&gt;have a nice time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-3967714564011091139?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/3967714564011091139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=3967714564011091139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/3967714564011091139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/3967714564011091139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-2010.html' title='Hello 2010'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-5419977232396884945</id><published>2009-12-31T21:35:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T21:42:51.177+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is an outrage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Whoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='down with this sort of thing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='there&apos;s no emoticon for what I&apos;m feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one of those long winded musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THERE&apos;S A DOIN&apos;S A TRANSPIRIN&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness ahoy'/><title type='text'>Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time</title><content type='html'>Whoooooooooo-hoooo lyrics? Time? Pink Floyd? That song kind of scares me because well.&lt;br /&gt;Read them.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a really long ramble I made. Yay?&lt;br /&gt;It seems only yesterday that I was a young child with a passion for jazz-rock fusion…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;It is the 31st of December, 2009. Last year I was at Katikati I believe it is called, with some of my friends. It was a spiffing time. The sun shone, we had nice food, and we found an awesome treehouse on the beach (although it was a little derelict.) It was generally really nice. I have good memories, helped along by a playlist I found on December 19th, a most excellent one at that. I listened to it frequently, so when I listen to the playlist I tend to recall memories from that time quite strongly. As well as new years, I listened to it through January when we (we being ma famille) went down to New Plymouth for a day or two. We had a motel/hotel place that was really nice, and I have fond memories of it, I’m not really sure why. (It was Shark Week, I believe.) We had a cool room and watched Mythbusters a lot for some reason. We went to a park where they had a sort of lights thing happening, and that was nice, we went to a nice Indian restaurant, I bought the hoodie that I have worn basically all the time, and it was just really nice. Then we went down a bit further to… somewhere, by a river, and we listened to Matinee Idle, and went to a little café by the river where they were playing Led Zeppelin, and had some chips. Then we continued down to a little place where we stayed as we were going to go kayaking down a river for several hours. I recall listening to Black Holes and Revelations and Folie A Deux a lot at this time too. Anyway it was a funny little place, and the next day we headed off and went down the river. That was an interesting experience, very tiresome but enjoyable too.&lt;br /&gt;Uh… I don’t know what my point was. Anyway, it was a good time, and that was at this time last year.&lt;br /&gt;And now it’s the end of the year again and I am hella confused.&lt;br /&gt;The general consensus across the entire planet seems to be that this year went impossibly fast. I am seriously bewildered. It just disappeared in a snap. There doesn’t seem to be any… continuance. It’s just a blur. It didn’t seem, in the middle of the year, to be going at any pace at all. It just went. And I seem to have very few strong memories. It’s like I’ve lost a whole year. I mean I haven’t of course, but it just vanished like that in a flash of days of school that repeated over and over. They say that time flies when you’re having fun of course, so I guess there’s that, as it was a pretty good year and I don’t really have any complaints. But it’s also kind of strange. I’m living in the present with little reminiscing over the past or musing over the future, and it’s just going, just slipping away with every second. What??&lt;br /&gt;Do y’all agree with me that this year went really insanely fast?&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to remind me of lots of good things and significant events that happened. It’s crazy. It hasn’t been a particularly busy or hectic year, but stuff just happened, flew along and disappeared to exist only in our memories, and my brain is having a hard time memorising this. It’s quite strange really. I don’t know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;Help me out here people, what happened this year?&lt;br /&gt;It’s going to be over in… 5 hours. And it seems significant. The last few years, it’s just been one of those things you celebrate, but it’s strange and different this time. A good year that just happened, it came and went like…a fart in the wind? I’m sorry that’s tangentially related to Muse and popped in to my head and wouldn’t leave. Please accept my condolences.&lt;br /&gt;I found new things, read a lot of fandom secrets, saw events play out, became mildly addicted to V and got the train a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Well now I feel it is time for creativity to flow like an angry river that’s just had some pleasant poetry recited to it, and to be all footloose and fancy-free.&lt;br /&gt;…I just remembered that the tenth doctor dies in two days. &lt;br /&gt;……………..=[&lt;br /&gt;I want to have one of those holidays that isn’t wasted, I want to spend time with friends, play music in a band and pretend to be really cool, hang around at people’s houses and be all creative in the sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as well as all that, I think there’s a lot of importance placed upon New Years, when in reality it’s nothing different. If you were feeling sad and nostalgic, you might think things such as “this is the last breath I’ll take in this year,” or “this is the last time I’ll eat food this year” or something odd like that. But really it doesn’t make a different, it’s not really a last, but because of the calendars we place significance on it. Maybe it’s to give purpose to things, to make the concept of time less abstract. I don’t really know, I’m just rambling, and then I will post this to my blog and it will be the last blog post of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new desk, and I cleaned my room, it looks lovely and maybe I will take a photo of it (not that any of you care.) Whenever I sort out a desk, I want to have the internet set up in my room. That way it feels proper and right. I feel that a desk is for having a computer which should have internet. Otherwise it tends to decay, I don’t use the desk and I end up just putting all my junk on it. But there are some things that have to be done in order for this to happen. I can’t just announce it to everyone. I would have to add an extra wire, and plug it in to a thingamajig, and then plug the internet in to my room. It would be best if this was not made too public or else everyone will get angry and try and steal it away from me. Blah. How come everyone else gets to have wireless? They wont want me to have internet in my room as I tend to become overzealous in my use of it… that is to say I never get off it and don’t do any of my actual work. Buuuuuuut I think it would be good for me to have the internet in my room again. It would make the internet less of a thing, perhaps? Maybe if I was allowed the internet all the time, I wouldn’t use it as much- okay I would still use it a lot, but it wouldn’t be a ~*~big deal~*~ and whatnot. Of course that won’t happen so I’ll just have to try negotiating a deal with mon pere to see if he wants to find a wire to plug it in and whatnot. Just to see what happens. Maybe… maybe I just want to be able to use the internet while sitting at a comfortable desk, instead of sitting on the cold hard concrete (with a thin layer of carpet covering it)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to add lots of things to my notebook; it’s this one I got with an orange cover. I want to write and add lots of things to it so it feels… homely? For now I just find it difficult to add things to it and I feel this would be improved if I added lots of pictures and made it all cluttered and full of stuff so that I would feel less self-conscious about writing in it. I don’t knowwwwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;And I want my friends to come back from all their glamorous holidays so we can have another band practice. I think I’ve already said this. Maybe. But I just think it would be fun, because we would sound like an actual band, now that I have an electric guitar with an amp and everything. They’ll be able to actually hear me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a weird old time, hasn’t it? Anyway I’ll stop musing in a sad manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what's going on in this post. But year 12 seems like a big number, as does 17. It's very jarring. But there's not much we can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Happy new years!!??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-5419977232396884945?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/5419977232396884945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=5419977232396884945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/5419977232396884945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/5419977232396884945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/12/every-year-is-getting-shorter-never.html' title='Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-7989502272289143888</id><published>2009-12-28T14:03:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T14:09:08.477+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s not relevant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Whoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness ahoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GAY GAY GAY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='improvident lackwit'/><title type='text'>Um</title><content type='html'>Well I hope my five followers all had nice Christmases. &lt;br /&gt;There used to be two other people who followed me, from different countries (!) then they stopped following me, which is sad, because sometimes they had nice things to say, and they had interesting blogs too. One of them hasn't updated in about a year which makes me sad because they had the best blogs. I guess they just thought I was immature and lame, yaaaaaaaaaaay /o\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a good Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;We bought desks for rooms. My room is a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;Doctor Who was absurd but delightful for the brief two seconds of epic win. It's a shame that wasn't longer though. It was honestly great. Now I'm looking forward to the next part, we shall see what will happen eh?&lt;br /&gt;There is no one here, I want my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I got an electric guitar, which was a wonderful event. And my brother got a really nice stereo, and I will be seriously annoyed if he doesn't use it. He had better use it. I'll make him. If I'm not allowed it, then he MUST use it, because otherwise that would just be the stupidest thing ever, y/y?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate breakfast, there is never anything I want to have for breakfast, so I tend to just ignore it or have some fruit. It greatly angers me. Toast is too crunchy, I am just sick of cereal, and that's about it. Everything else requires a lot of effort, and sometimes you just want something simple for breakfast, you don't want pancakes every day or a slap up meal. There needs to be a simple breakfast thing.&lt;br /&gt;Actually you can have a sort of fruit salad and yoghurt thing. That sounds good, I'll try do that from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what I'm on about, I'm just rambling to myself, whooooo&lt;br /&gt;goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-7989502272289143888?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/7989502272289143888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=7989502272289143888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/7989502272289143888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/7989502272289143888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/12/um.html' title='Um'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-6048804248047443299</id><published>2009-12-23T22:08:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T22:14:25.925+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s not relevant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I ain&apos;t not a dorkus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alabaster retard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIGHTMARE FUEL'/><title type='text'>WHAT</title><content type='html'>I WAS GOING TO POST SOMETHING BUT I CAN'T RE-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh right, anyway I had yet ANOTHER dream in which I attempt to play a musical instrument. It was the bass yet again, I recall the tabs saying 5 and 18 (in accordance with fret numbers) and well I managed to wrangle it, although I was really slow at getting to the 18th fret, it was quite difficult. Before that everyone was hanging at an electronics store, looking at speakers and what have you, then we were at this weird warehouse with a downwards ramp that went all the way down the road to the supermarket or something. I don't really know. Anyway the thing is that I had another dream where I kind of fail at playing the bass but kind of succeed as well. HOW STRANGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all, yeah. I probably had more to say but you know, I always do and who really cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer is being stupid and rejecting my ipod. Grr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SzHfFQ-gO6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/83OZIRsT7CU/s1600-h/DENIED.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SzHfFQ-gO6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/83OZIRsT7CU/s320/DENIED.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418357108252883874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently stuck in the middle of a wiki walk, with approx. 50 tabs open on all sorts of things like lists of paradoxes and symphonic metal. Good times! I shall read them. Au revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-6048804248047443299?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/6048804248047443299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=6048804248047443299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/6048804248047443299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/6048804248047443299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/12/what.html' title='WHAT'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SzHfFQ-gO6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/83OZIRsT7CU/s72-c/DENIED.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-7458331024932507630</id><published>2009-12-23T00:51:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T01:15:59.920+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one of those long winded musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I ain&apos;t not a dorkus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and I&apos;ll suppress the rage I&apos;m feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alabaster retard'/><title type='text'>Ohhh my goodness aren't things strange</title><content type='html'>SO I think it's time for one of those philosophical blogs, amirite? Incidentially it is 12.51 am RIGHT now, which totally has nothing to do with anything, but I just came up with the line WE ARE ALL A BEHEMOTH LUNATIC, I don't know what it means, make of it what you will.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today I was having this huge ramble in my brain about Christmas, as if I was talking to someone, I don't know who, but they were probably annoyed at me because I was probably there for a whole half hour or something.&lt;br /&gt;frig my typing woke up a fool. I knew it would. He shakes his head and leaves. He'll be back. NOT FAIR, NOT FAIR!!!!!! NOT FAIR DAMMIT.&lt;br /&gt;You see I've been trying to work up the courage to look at a wikipedia page, good lord sometimes I get paranoid about the strangest things. Honestly. &lt;br /&gt;They're coming to take me away haha, they're coming to take me away!&lt;br /&gt;This isn't fair! I want to ramble to my hearts content. My typing was clearly too loud, I knew I should have been quieter. Gosh darnit to heck!&lt;br /&gt;Ooooookay, I thiiiiiiiiiiiink they've gone, but I don't know what they wanted to achieve by getting up, going to the door to just shake their head at me. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Where was I?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my blogs have been rather mundane lately.&lt;br /&gt;So I was thinking about Christmas, and okay, I think people who say "I hate Christmas" or generally whine about Christmas and how it's been commercialised are just trying to be edgy and out there and pessimistic and omg so insightful.&lt;br /&gt;Shut upppppppppp!&lt;br /&gt;YOU LOVE CHRISTMAS. DON'T TRY AND DENY IT. Just because you're an angsty teenager or a tired adult and you're not allowed to enjoy simple things like opening presents and you have to act all sullen just to be cool.&lt;br /&gt;I mean some people will have legitimate reasons for their dislike of Christmas, like sucky family relations that end in an unpleasant time for all (especially if there are some relatives that get overly drunk) or if you are a poor orphan on the street. But surely most people love Christmas, even if they are in denial about it.&lt;br /&gt;YES. Christmas has been twisted and mutated due to businesses and chain stores who only care about making lots of money, and since Christmas is a time for giving it is an excellent time for them to exploit the general public for moar moneys. And so maybe the reason people are excited about Christmas is because of the presents. Which is materialism and capitalism and whatnot and whatever. I was never good with -isms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true! BUT. It's completely awesome, because what else connects people in such a strong way? It's an event where people all over the world do exactly the same thing- get a tree, put shiny things on it, put presents under it and then open the presents and have a nice time hanging out with relatives you don't get to see that much. Why? Why is this? Obviously not everyone does this, as it all started off in religion, so different religions have their different celebrations, but the fact of the matter is most people celebrate in some way around this time of year, with different traditions. And everyone gets so excited about it and it's just such a friggin big deal. And it's hard to really know why. Obviously kids like it because of the presents, and it kind of sticks with you, and maybe it isn't that big, it's just all the advertisements that cause the hype. But then again everyone gets all excited and stressed and worried and what have you. And it's all very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what I'm saying is don't say you hate Christmas! The ads and the commercial stuff is lame (seriously, Miley Cyrus advent calendars? lolwut) But in the end it's one of those weird wonderful festivities where you are meant to be happy SO YOU SHOULD BE HAPPY OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must sound like an idiot or something, but that is a general summary of what was rambling through my mind today. OOOH also, fake Christmas trees should only be used by the elderly who might not find it quite as easy to have a big real tree. EVERYONE ELSE SHOULD HAVE A REAL TREE. The essence of Christmas is the smell of those trees! The pine needles falling on the ground, the general prickliness! The difficulty of getting decorations on the tree! It's great! FAKE TREES ARE FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I sound as idiotic as usual, I need to read a lot more. I mean, I want to read loads. But I'm never motivated or anything, ahhhhhh. If only I could be more knowledgeable.&lt;br /&gt;See, intelligence is more a genetic thing I think, like your capacity to understand well and to learn quickly whereas knowledge is the accumulation of things you have learned. So I guess I can't ask to be more intelligent but I can try and be more knowledgeable right? Although I'm not doing too well there either. &lt;br /&gt;OH WELL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's 1.08 now so I'm going to go on wikipedia and try my luck at not being paranoid. Then sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Also: My cat is being very strange, her pupils are all big and what have you, and she just jumped up on to the computer desk and is sitting on it, miaowing all plaintively and sadly like she's been abandoned or something. Now stretching over the printer and on the dresser. She's sitting on the fancy placemats. Oookay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-7458331024932507630?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/7458331024932507630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=7458331024932507630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/7458331024932507630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/7458331024932507630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/12/ohhh-my-goodness-arent-things-strange.html' title='Ohhh my goodness aren&apos;t things 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TRANSPIRIN&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WHAT WHAT'/><title type='text'>TEMPERATURE FLUCTUATES VERY QUICKLY</title><content type='html'>AAAASDGHADFBQEJROPI EGEIHDAFGAE GMERNGYUHDFS HNQERPUG HDF NBBEIGH ADFG&lt;br /&gt;AREGDFUS JBSOEBHNUHG  OUAR NAHG MAEHE GAFH BA HEF UEURGAEOHR GMHG RUGOH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;OH&lt;br /&gt;MY&lt;br /&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU KNOW HOW AMAZING THAT WAS&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;YOU DON'T I'M AFRAID&lt;br /&gt;SWEET ZOMBIE JESUS ON A CRACKER RIDING A BIKE IN HEAVEN AND THEN A HURRICANE MAKES HIM FALL OFF A CLOUD AND LAND ON A RAINBOW COR BLIMEY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SASDHGAHDFHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHADFUGHAEUH&lt;br /&gt;YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW OKAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT WAS FREAKING AMAZING&lt;br /&gt;MY LEGS ARE VERY SORE AND I AM ALL JITTERY AND OH MY GOD AND AND NAD ANDS NASDG WHAT WHAT&lt;br /&gt;BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE BY FAR, SO FAR PROBABLY EVER OKAY&lt;br /&gt;MM-HMMM TRY BEAT THAT MUSE&lt;br /&gt;BITCHES GOT NOTHING ON THIS&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY HAVE NOTHING MORE TO SAY&lt;br /&gt;YOU WILL HAVE TO WAIT FOR ME TO REGAIN COHERENCY TOMORROW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AOASDHFGHASGIUHAGUHASGOH AOGSIH OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ASDHGAIUSGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: OH ALSO I FORGOT&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;ASDGHDAOEIRT OQIHBOI YE TWQYRQOUE HBHUBFHFSII&lt;br /&gt;SO GOOD&lt;br /&gt;SO EPIC&lt;br /&gt;EPIC EPIC WIN I TELLS YOU&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO SEE THEM AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;I AM EUPHORIC&lt;br /&gt;EUPHORIC, I SAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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chance two separate glances meet;</title><content type='html'>I LOVE THE SONG ECHOES OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's epic and amazing!!!! \o/ And 23 minutes long!!!!! Whoooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;It's very radical. And has a random funky breakdown with the bass...yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I wrote a sentence before, then forgot I was writing it and started writing about something else in the middle of the sentence. Good times!)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I did something radical today. I shan't tell you what. Bwuahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;GREEN DAY TOMORROW WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited!!!!! I said that yesterday, but I'm even more excited now because it's the night and I'll go to bed and it will be the next day and OMG WHOOO&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get a train at about 4.14 and get there are 4.30 and I guess I'll just wait around until 6.30 when the doors open... XD it's a long time to wait, but I guess we'll see how long the line is when I get there. Not as long as some people wait though. I wonder what line etiquette is? Can you save spots for people? Can you leave for the bathroom? Probably not. Do you sit down or stand? Well. I GUESS WE'LL FIND OUT, WON'T WE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, what? I didn't know Richard Wright died! Ah, jeez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-8296343689962116626?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/8296343689962116626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=8296343689962116626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/8296343689962116626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/8296343689962116626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/12/strangers-passing-in-street-by-chance.html' title='Strangers passing in the street, by chance two separate glances meet;'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-4931936416660525229</id><published>2009-12-16T23:26:00.006+13:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T23:36:48.086+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s not relevant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radical Jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WHAT WHAT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='improvident lackwit'/><title type='text'>Oh hi there</title><content type='html'>I has a new blog layout! It's pretty, although I would rather the white colour was just transparent so it's the same colour as the background, and the font maybe a different one. But I think I'll stick with this for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited! On Friday I shall be seeing Green Day! By myself, yeah, but hey it's still cool. I DON'T NEED YOU, FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;Also I bought a cool top which I shall wear to see Green Day. And tomorrow I am going to faire les courses? Um...yay?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happens at night because if you don't have any plans there isn't much to do. And I don't tend to have plans all that often. XD&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now? I'm sure I'll talk about more interesting things soon. (Famous last words.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BEANS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all- wait no it isn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO my headphones broke sadly... the left one stopped working. They are covered under a 2 year warranty so I was able to get a replacement pair. Although I do feel a bit sad because you know, they were my headphones! The new pair are just as good, I've noticed that when you first get them they are very tightly clamped over your ears and they loosen up after a little while. Hmm. Well. It's alright. I'll live. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-4931936416660525229?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/4931936416660525229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=4931936416660525229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/4931936416660525229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/4931936416660525229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-hi-there.html' title='Oh hi there'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-4865077487428374890</id><published>2009-12-15T22:33:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T23:25:31.484+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musicos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooray'/><title type='text'>Big list of music I think you should listen to maybe!</title><content type='html'>Well I had a side thingy on my blog, but you know it will get too large and whatnot. No one really cares anyway, but you know, it's there anyway if you want to look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly here's a whole bunch that was on the side of the blog in the first place, under all the asterisked ones will be the new ones. Yaaaaaaaaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Incubus- Zee Deveel&lt;br /&gt;   * Incubus- Southern Girl&lt;br /&gt;   * Shearwater- Soon&lt;br /&gt;   * The Strokes- You Only Live Once&lt;br /&gt;   * The Low Lows- The Low Lows&lt;br /&gt;   * Arab Strap- Dream Sequence&lt;br /&gt;   * Iron And Wine- Lion's Mane&lt;br /&gt;   * The Southland- Shadow&lt;br /&gt;   * The Most Serene Republic- Relative's Eyes&lt;br /&gt;   * Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds- Moonland&lt;br /&gt;   * Alkaline Trio- Nose Over Tail&lt;br /&gt;   * Panic At The Disco- She's A Handsome Woman&lt;br /&gt;   * Metric- Love Is A Place&lt;br /&gt;   * Magnetic Fields- I Thought You Were My Boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;   * Clem Snide- Something Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;   * Of Montreal- Wraith Pinned To The Mist And Other Games&lt;br /&gt;   * Of Montreal- Disconnect The Dots&lt;br /&gt;   * Badly Drawn Boy- Above You, Below Me&lt;br /&gt;   * Kelley Stoltz- The Sun Comes Through&lt;br /&gt;   * Beth Orton- Worms&lt;br /&gt;   * Yo La Tengo- From Black To Blue&lt;br /&gt;   * Great Lake Swimmers- Various Stages&lt;br /&gt;   * Grand National- Drink To Moving On&lt;br /&gt;   * Clue To Kalo- As Tommy Fixes Fights&lt;br /&gt;   * San Saba County- It's Not The Fall That Hurts&lt;br /&gt;   * Radiohead- Karma Police&lt;br /&gt;   * The Killers- This River Is Wild&lt;br /&gt;   * Of Montreal- Tim I Wish You Were Born A Girl&lt;br /&gt;   * I'm From Barcelona- Treehouse&lt;br /&gt;   * The Distillers- Coral Fang&lt;br /&gt;   * Scissor Sisters- Ooh&lt;br /&gt;   * Radiohead- All I Need&lt;br /&gt;   * Smashing Pumpkins- Disarm&lt;br /&gt;   * Nine Inch Nails- The Wretched&lt;br /&gt;   * Muse- Map Of Your Head&lt;br /&gt;   * Amanda Palmer- Two Headed Boy&lt;br /&gt;   * Shiny Toy Guns- Stripped&lt;br /&gt;   * David Bowie- Oh! You Pretty Things&lt;br /&gt;   * Controller.Controller- PF&lt;br /&gt;   * Muse- Blackout&lt;br /&gt;   * Jakalope- Pretty Life&lt;br /&gt;   * Bell X1- Lamposts&lt;br /&gt;   * Iron &amp;amp; Wine- Dark Eyes&lt;br /&gt;   * The Twilight Sad- Talking With Fireworks/ Here, It Never Snowed&lt;br /&gt;   * Arcade Fire- Une Annee Sans Lumiere&lt;br /&gt;   * Smashing Pumpkins- The Beginning Is The End Is The Beginning&lt;br /&gt;   * Inara George- Fools In Love&lt;br /&gt;   * Menomena- Boyscoutin'&lt;br /&gt;   * Women &amp;amp; Children- Headless&lt;br /&gt;   * The Hives- Main Offender&lt;br /&gt;   * Incubus- Aqueous Transmission&lt;br /&gt;   * Muse- Soldier's Poem&lt;br /&gt;   * Muse- Starlight&lt;br /&gt;   * Chairlift- Bruises&lt;br /&gt;   * The Asteroids Galaxy Tour- Around The Bend&lt;br /&gt;   * Fiona Apple- Criminal&lt;br /&gt;   * A Perfect Circle- 3 Libras&lt;br /&gt;   * The Vines- Get Free&lt;br /&gt;   * Letters To Cleo- Here And Now&lt;br /&gt;   * Elastica- Stutter&lt;br /&gt;   * Sugar Ray- RPM&lt;br /&gt;   * The White Stripes- Fell In Love With A Girl&lt;br /&gt;   * Tripping Daisy- I Got A Girl&lt;br /&gt;   * Filter- Jurrassitol&lt;br /&gt;   * Tripping Daisy- Piranhas&lt;br /&gt;   * Ocean Colour Scene- The Riverboat Song&lt;br /&gt;   * Our Lady Peace- 4 am&lt;br /&gt;   * Mirage- Midnight Movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to add 33 more songs! But not right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-4865077487428374890?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/4865077487428374890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=4865077487428374890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/4865077487428374890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/4865077487428374890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/12/big-list-of-music-i-think-you-should.html' title='Big list of music I think you should listen to maybe!'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-1266774957034496833</id><published>2009-12-13T17:29:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T18:01:26.299+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='there&apos;s no emoticon for what I&apos;m feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting recounts of my interesting life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooray'/><title type='text'>Hmmm</title><content type='html'>Is there a blog layout that, whenever you post a blog, you can post an icon with it which will appear in a box next to the post? Probably not, it might be complicated but if there was a way to have an icon next to your post here then that would be awesome, especially if it could just be something chosen from your computer and that way there isn't a limit to the number of icons you use. I just like icons okay? And lj sucks for being boring and also not letting you have more than 15 icons unless you pay. Blogger should have an icon system! These are my thorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should get a new blog layout maybe as I have had this one all year, it would be good for a change as I'm a bit sick of all the light blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday there was a zombie apocalypse party. It was awesome fun because not many people went and we sat in the super awesome basement with tvs that were all static and broken and filmed little scenarios where a bunch of survivors lower their guard and get attacked by a whole bunch of zombies. I kept dying quickly, because the zombies kept going for me and when I shot at them THEY DIDN'T REACT. Losers. My gun wasn't making a noise so they didn't pay attention, and I couldn't really hit them on the head either. So they kept jumping at me and killing me. Noobs!! I need a toy gun that actually shoots things. XDD&lt;br /&gt;Then there was an impromptu night time swim which was amusing as we watched Lucy try and sit on the floaty seat thing and fall off every single time. XDD&lt;br /&gt;Well if anyone would like to suggest some nice looking blog layouts to me, that would be nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg Yo La Tengo are coming to NZ! That is seriously awesome and I want to go! And it's in February so I have enough time to uh listen to their songs. It's on the eighth... which sounds like it might be one of the first days of school which is lame. So maybe not, but I would seriously like to go because they're cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-1266774957034496833?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/1266774957034496833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=1266774957034496833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/1266774957034496833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/1266774957034496833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/12/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-892774909679449679</id><published>2009-12-10T17:38:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T17:52:38.525+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Whoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='down with this sort of thing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='there&apos;s no emoticon for what I&apos;m feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness ahoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting recounts of my interesting life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and I&apos;ll suppress the rage I&apos;m feeling'/><title type='text'>Oh. Well, then.</title><content type='html'>Sooooooooooooooooooooooo my laptop got a virus, I got it fixed though, but this came at the price of reimaging- fortunately I backed up all my things, and also they didn't delete any of my stuff. Apart from all the applications I had downloaded, games, msn etc, and most annoyingly firefox's history was completely wiped, including all my billions of bookmarks.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh!*&lt;br /&gt;It's not that bad, just very annoying and kind of saddening. But then I guess it's okay to have a fresh start. And it's a good thing I backed up the data for the sims 2 and warcraft because they got deleted. Quelle dommage!&lt;br /&gt;It's just a little aggravating, but it's still good, it's still good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had a good dream about Doctor Who that I have not been able to shut up about because it amused me to a great extent. Hurr. =D&lt;br /&gt;So I guess things are pretty alright, otherwise!!! Well goodybe then eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-892774909679449679?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/892774909679449679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=892774909679449679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/892774909679449679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/892774909679449679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-well-then.html' title='Oh. Well, then.'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-6411370643388253086</id><published>2009-11-26T23:01:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T23:06:48.639+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting recounts of my interesting life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='improvident lackwit'/><title type='text'>Triskadekaphobia?</title><content type='html'>OKAY FINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted in a while but I'm concerned about the number this post is.&lt;br /&gt;.... so here's an update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the whole day on livejournal... obtaining music *cough*&lt;br /&gt;I got lots of Yo La Tengo, Radiohead, The Horrors, The Strokes, Iron And Wine, Tom Waits, and for some reason I also got some Velvet Underground, Mad Marge and The Stonecutters, The Flaming Lips and Them Crooked Vultures. Oh, and lots of Of Montreal too. I've never heard a lot of the stuff from these bands before, so that should be interesting, eh?&lt;br /&gt;Je suis libre! Pour cinq jours... I only have a Spanish exam left, que malo! But not really. And then boring stuff like prizegiving and whatnot, then freeeeeeeedom! Horrible, horrible freedom!&lt;br /&gt;...Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;...I use the improvident lackwit tab for almost every post, yet it usually has nothing to do with anything. I just really like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-6411370643388253086?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/6411370643388253086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=6411370643388253086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/6411370643388253086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/6411370643388253086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/11/triskadekaphobia.html' title='Triskadekaphobia?'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-1673844193752868150</id><published>2009-10-31T12:59:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T13:02:56.217+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s not relevant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='improvident lackwit'/><title type='text'>Failing at playing guitars</title><content type='html'>I keep having dreams in which I am made to play instruments on stage, I believe this has happened three times now, and each time, I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING. It always seems to work out okay, but first was a dream in which I had to play with Fall out Boy (I was just re-reading some old blog posts and saw that, hah.) Then I was playing bass at school in the hall with some band, no idea what I was doing.&lt;br /&gt;And a few days ago I was playing in a band, it seemed NO ONE knew what was going on to be honest. That was also in the hall. Good times!&lt;br /&gt;I got a radical haircut today, there's a spot over my eye that hurts.&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;Also I am obsessed with the song Money by Pink Floyd, it's impossible to get out of your head.&lt;br /&gt;Okay well that's all.&lt;br /&gt;Oh maaaan, I haven't listened to this song in SO LONG! When the day met the night? I always thought it was kind of weird and didn't listen to it much, but it's sounding pretty awesome right now!&lt;br /&gt;Aw, stupid panic at the disco. /o\ and \o/? awww. Sad. Happy. I become bipolar when I listen to them these days? I still love them though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-1673844193752868150?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/1673844193752868150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=1673844193752868150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/1673844193752868150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/1673844193752868150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/10/failing-at-playing-guitars.html' title='Failing at playing guitars'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-493872524531332166</id><published>2009-10-25T22:34:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T22:42:20.192+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baileys from a shoe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musicos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting recounts of my interesting life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COFFEE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>T-Rex Tries It: Bleh</title><content type='html'>Hmm so I was ill on Thursday and had to leave my science exam. Blehhhh&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I recovered and I am fine now, and exams are over for a little while, and I'm pretty sure I did really badly. Especially at English and maths, uuuugh.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm well all my friends said they were going to Giappo's after exams, turns out they didn't but changed it to another time but I don't know if they went or not. Anyway I went there today because I wanted to avec ma famille and I had an ice cream that was hazelnut (oh my god it was like those praline chocolates in ice cream form) and coffee and creamy baileys, it was highly delicious. Anyway then we wandered around aimlessly and I was rather distressed by that, then we went to Real Groovy as we tend to do and I got Pretty. Odd because it was three dollars. Seriously, quelle bargain! And I looked in the little album booklet and got all sad and angry at them for being all adorable and TOGETHER, stupid sucky band. &gt;=[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I saw HAARP for about $70 (seriously, I feel sorry for the poor sod who buys that when you can get it for $15).&lt;br /&gt;And my pa got Dark Side of the Moon which wasn't really surprising and we listened to some of that and it's pretty rad, and also the night before I was watching The Wall. Seriously, what's the deal with that? O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't know what else to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-493872524531332166?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/493872524531332166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=493872524531332166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/493872524531332166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/493872524531332166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/10/t-rex-tries-it-bleh.html' title='T-Rex Tries It: Bleh'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-784781530234888157</id><published>2009-10-16T23:54:00.007+13:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T00:08:03.108+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s not relevant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baileys from a shoe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this makes no sense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='down with this sort of thing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STUPID FACES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alabaster retard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WHAT WHAT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='improvident lackwit'/><title type='text'>STOP IT</title><content type='html'>Hi there,&lt;br /&gt;stop being paranoid, there is no one behind you. And if there were I doubt they would be laughing at you for beling "lyk omg a total loser rofl!!!"&lt;br /&gt;srsly though, the paranoia is not leaving, dammit this always happens. And I don't have it all the time it's only when I'm irrationally embarrassed by something. Epic fail!&lt;br /&gt;I have no reason to be paranoid, no reason to be embarrassed by whatever random unexpected obsessions I have, but THIS ALWAYS HAPPENS&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to go, okay? And not be paranoid. DAMN IT ALL, I'M NOT GOING TO BE PARANOID!&lt;br /&gt;There that's it. Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm losing my nerve, OKAY OKAY OKAY, FINE, FINE, THERE'S NO ONE THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aah, I managed to survive. Barely. What the hell is wrong with me I don't even know dammit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-784781530234888157?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/784781530234888157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=784781530234888157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/784781530234888157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/784781530234888157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/10/stop-it.html' title='STOP IT'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-1351691807195674505</id><published>2009-10-08T14:52:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T15:01:30.837+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is an outrage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='down with this sort of thing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hello'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COFFEE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STUPID FACES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='improvident lackwit'/><title type='text'>Time is running out</title><content type='html'>seriously though, it is.&lt;br /&gt;I managed to wake up kind of early today. 9.40 ish. Not early, but early for me. Buhhhh I've only been able to get to sleep at around 2 in the morning and it sucks. So I decided to get up earlier, so that I would be more tired, so that I would get to sleep faster.&lt;br /&gt;Uh that's all I have to say right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: we just found a spider on a shoe OH GOD OH GOD IT'S HORRENDOUS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-1351691807195674505?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/1351691807195674505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=1351691807195674505' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/1351691807195674505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/1351691807195674505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-is-running-out.html' title='Time is running out'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-681206148558651673</id><published>2009-09-25T23:07:00.006+12:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:23:06.730+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='down with this sort of thing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='there&apos;s no emoticon for what I&apos;m feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myoooose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting recounts of my interesting life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooray'/><title type='text'>Everyone secretly likes slap bass</title><content type='html'>Well I got my boxset and it is uber pretty. Mayhaps I shall take pictures of it. The vinyls have awesome covers. Now I just need to find something to play them on. &lt;br /&gt;I watched Hullabalooooooooooo today, and it was pretty rad. I want to watch it again. Going to watch disc 2 now methinks, despite its mild, uh... strangeness... still awesome though. And complete with freaky music, yay.&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are fairly uninspiring. Generally end up playing games excessively, ie Warcraft III or the sims 2, which is the current trend. Getting a bit boring however, it seems less interesting when you can cheat the whole time. XDD It does let you concentrate on other stuff but ehhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;It's September already. September 25th, precisely. Which means it is my birthday in two weeks, which is pretty lame. My birthday is rather unfortunately placed this year. I get to celebrate it on the first day back at school. Whoop-de-freakin'-doo.&lt;br /&gt;I get the feeling it will be more depressing than good- ie, it will suck to have my birthday on the first day back, rather than my birthday being an event that will improve the lameness of the day. Sheesh, way to be pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have to find some old Green Day music and listen to it otherwise I will just be a lame person who goes to a concert and only knows the new stuff which isn't really that cool. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever mentioned wanting to be in a band? No? Never? Well I want to be in a band.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and also daylight saving already? Tomorrow? Bwuh? This year has gone too quickly mmkay this ought not to be tolerated. I mean seriously, next year is 2010, WHAT IS THE FREAKIN' DEAL. Also where the hell is my jetpack and flying car? Tsk tsk fortune predictors! &lt;br /&gt;Well I'm going to leave now. Au revoir&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't even feel like a Friday today! And I don't really like Friday nights because I tend to watch too much tv and I don't like watching too much tv. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;hahah also I looked at my old apple laptop and read all my old stickies and seriously, what the hell, what the HELL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-681206148558651673?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/681206148558651673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=681206148558651673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/681206148558651673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/681206148558651673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/09/everyone-secretly-likes-slap-bass.html' title='Everyone secretly likes slap bass'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-2018453127549029065</id><published>2009-09-22T22:33:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:35:42.671+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myoooose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I ain&apos;t not a dorkus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='improvident lackwit'/><title type='text'>Lol bass clarinet solo</title><content type='html'>So hay guise!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Wooo I'm buying La Resistance: Le box set from someone who got two. Of course the people in charge managed to screw that up as well and people who ordered ltd edition and actually GOT IT ended up with just deluxe, depending on which site you ordered from. Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;Today I was playing the sims 2 and I found out that this thing I downloaded was an advent calendar! See I just thought they were random pictures of people dressed up like santa but turns out you can click on them and get gifts. You get 1000 dollars the first day and a lot of chocolate. When you get chocolate you end up with "so and so has eaten too much chocolate!" and they run to the bathroom and throw up. hahahah! They also get other good stuff too, as well as a pizza. When they take it out you get a pop up box with the person who got it saying "wow, a pizza in a calendar! what next?" and then when you get all of them it says "merry Christmas to your sims!" and then they run up to where the calendars are and look at the screen and wave and smile at you. IT'S SO CUTE HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway now I'm going to go watch Hullabalooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;Also I have lots of asthma today. Grrr. I've had it the whole day and it won't go away. Also spiders have started returning to our house after a pleasant season of them not being there for some reason. What a shame. Daddy-long-legs should die. They're just so repulsive. I mean seriously. They're blobs with long spindly legs and they walk like freaks UGH UGH UGH. And apparently they actually have enough venom to kill a person? But they can't because their fangs aren't large enough. Or so I heard. Let's hope they don't evolve or something. UGH. Disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welp. That's that I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah screw it, it's 11.30, I can't be bothered watching dvds. I'm listening to Muse slowed way down right now. It's hilarious. I'll go to bed apres ca! &lt;br /&gt;FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL MOIIIIIIIIIII WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORLD&lt;br /&gt;CRUUUUUMBLIIIIIIIIIIIIING DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWN&lt;br /&gt;FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL MOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII &lt;br /&gt;LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOIFE CROMBLIIIIIIIIING AWOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;br /&gt;FOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLING AWOIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;br /&gt;FOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLING AWOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;br /&gt;WITH YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...really, you've got to listen to it to get the idea. XDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-2018453127549029065?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/2018453127549029065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=2018453127549029065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/2018453127549029065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/2018453127549029065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/09/lol-bass-clarinet-solo.html' title='Lol bass clarinet solo'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-4169998282034681036</id><published>2009-09-18T23:29:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T23:31:55.948+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='there&apos;s no emoticon for what I&apos;m feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and I&apos;ll suppress the rage I&apos;m feeling'/><title type='text'>I smashed 13 mirrors when I was born</title><content type='html'>so I just got a refund for the muse boxset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hello, shotgun! It's nice to see you. Hey! Look! It's the inside of my mouth! hahaha, that's funny. It's cool in here, eh? Ooh, a trigger thing! Hahahah let's press it hahahahah!!! oooh whoops there's blood all over the walls! hahahahah!!!! look at all that grey matter everywhere hahahahahah!!!!! hahahahahahahahaha!!!!! hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaahahahahaha here comes the ambulance, wheeee,ooooh,wheeeee,ooohhh wheeeeeeeee1!!!!!!!!!!!!!! don't think they'll be able to fix this whoopsie!!!! hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;never mind the uncontrollable trembling hahahahahahaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-4169998282034681036?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/4169998282034681036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=4169998282034681036' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/4169998282034681036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/4169998282034681036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-smashed-13-mirrors-when-i-was-born.html' title='I smashed 13 mirrors when I was born'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-8209815086642859084</id><published>2009-09-18T20:03:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T20:16:57.756+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myoooose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radical Jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THERE&apos;S A DOIN&apos;S A TRANSPIRIN&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting recounts of my interesting life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='improvident lackwit'/><title type='text'>Que malo! Tengo mierdo de las matematicas!</title><content type='html'>Haha what a day.&lt;br /&gt;It was good. Didn't do much, found I got excellence in my science test so that was good. It was previously merit but one had been marked incorrectly so yeah. Teachers were late so Lucy and co came to our classroom and were loud and rambunctious for a while. Watched speeches and they were good. Had lunch and we had a kind of semi shared lunch. XDD We sang a lot of songs randomly. And then I started attacking Lucy and hitting her on the head with a drink bottle with Laura trying to stop us fighting. Then Lucy tried to throw water and me and I was not going to stand for that, no sir! She tried to throw water at me and I ran away. Then she put it down and for whatever reason, Nikki decided to pour all the water over them. Then they got yelled at. XDD&lt;br /&gt;And then I had a maths test and got all depressed because I did really badly and sat staring at it for ages. So I was depressed until after p.e when I went wandering around with Laura and Lucy. Lucy told someone to have a "FANTASTIC WEEKEND" and I cracked up laughing and she didn't quite understand why until I said "I think your drawing's FANTASTIC!" at which point she too began to die laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went downstairs to my locker where Rebecca was. Laura knocked over one of the boxes she was carrying and she said something in one of those "teacher" voices. Can't remember what exactly she said, I think it was "I'm waiting." and she promptly killed us all. We all actually collapsed on the floor laughing. Lucy was flailing around as she is wont to do, Laura just fell down and I curled up on the floor. It was absurdly hilarious. Anyway we managed to get up and continue after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went up to the train station and they followed me for a little while before crossing the road. We were standing around for a while and this guy went by in an old vintage style sort of racing-convertible car thing. I went \m/ at him and he waved and tooted his horn and we went "whoo!" So that was good times!&lt;br /&gt;And then I wasn't depressed any more so that was good. Although I went on the train and that was stupid and I was kind of "blehhhhhhhhhh" but BUT, we took Hamish to his piano lesson and we went to JB HiFi and I got Muse dvds: Hullabaloooooo and Absolution SO THAT WAS RAD! Hoorah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that was good. I had a good day! And hopefully I will get my muse boxset tomorrow because on the forums some NZers have mentioned receiving theirs AT LAST. WHOOOOOOO that sounds good!&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow I have a sleepover whatsit so that should be good.&lt;br /&gt;ALL IN ALL IT HAS BEEN A GOOD WEEK. It went pretty fast actually. Faster than last week.&lt;br /&gt;GOOD TIMES! I am happy now and going to finish watching my Myoose dvd which I have only been able to watch one song off. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also at jb-hifi they had AMAZING TVS. AMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZING. They were incredibly high quality! On one you could basically see every tiny little detail. It seemed like higher visual quality than actual visual life. Wow. Wooooooooooow. They were pretty.&lt;br /&gt;Welp! That's all I guess. G'jbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-8209815086642859084?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/8209815086642859084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=8209815086642859084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/8209815086642859084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/8209815086642859084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/09/que-malo-tengo-mierdo-de-las.html' title='Que malo! Tengo mierdo de las matematicas!'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-3371005468768757912</id><published>2009-09-16T21:50:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T21:58:45.610+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is an outrage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='down with this sort of thing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myoooose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school is fascinating isn&apos;t it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness ahoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and I&apos;ll suppress the rage I&apos;m feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STUPID FACES'/><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>Hmm so Lucy's party was good, I had fun, I was muy happy afterwards for some reason. Anyway the week has been going pretty fast and I haven't even really noticed that it's almost the end of term because I've been busy waiting for my Myooose box set which HASN'T ARRIVED and everyone is annoyed because there have been lots of delays in getting them sent and whatnot. LE SIGH!&lt;br /&gt;Have a science test tomorrow, blah... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Blah it's 10.00... I never get things done.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just wait for my boxset. Which will have to come tomorrow or I may be turned in to a mad raving lunatic. =[&lt;br /&gt;well gj'bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-3371005468768757912?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/3371005468768757912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=3371005468768757912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/3371005468768757912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/3371005468768757912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/09/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-3418933339564766571</id><published>2009-09-12T14:42:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T15:00:51.741+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s not relevant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this makes no sense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='down with this sort of thing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myoooose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musicos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and I&apos;ll suppress the rage I&apos;m feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='improvident lackwit'/><title type='text'>Lol Undisclosed Desires</title><content type='html'>Yay one can insert a text break or a "cut" in lj speak! In the case that you may have many words to say, but they take up a great deal of space. Intrigued readers may CLICK THE CUT and more words will appear! WOW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, look, italics and bolds! I didn't notice those before. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! I'm in the compose section, and there's loads of things one can change! YOU CAN MAKE LISTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;lol hi guys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;baked beans aren't very nice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so today I had this piano thing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it went for an hour twenty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had a pepsi today&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Matt Bellamy is really good at the piano and it's not fair okay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;also, quotes!&lt;br /&gt;lolwut????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;my name is billy bob and I proclaim that all hamburgers be abolished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;here's a text break of despair for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today is Lucy's birthday party so that should be cool because she's only inviting you know a bajillion people. Hah. Y-yay?&lt;br /&gt;Aaaand I won't get my friggin Resistance box set until Monday or Tuesday. So that is lame. I want it now! I WAAAAAAAANT IT NOWWWWWWWWWWW!!! Yes that one gets said a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY GOODBYE. There wasn't really a point in this blog other than to look at html stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Also I had a weird dream.&lt;br /&gt;started off with people in these weird watery caverns, Molly Weasley was there? And we were talking about our plans and I could see that Voldemort's pals were listening in and no one else noticed. Then it cut to me being a minion wearing blue with all these other blue wearing minions. We were like these kids who were being recruited and we were all semi-swimming in these weird marshy bog things. Reminded me of a crypt fiend from Warcraft III XDD anyway there were a couple of us who were "good guys" and some dude approved us and then we went away doing stuff. We were walking along in this country setting, there were some people lying by the side of the road but I couldn't help them because I was supposed to be "evil" so yeah. We ended up in this weird farmish area and there was this old dilapidated house, we went round the back of it and the two other people I were with went in to this old shed. Then I got this voiceover saying "and that was fine but then we felt something dripping on us" and I heard a scream. I quickly walked up the hill through these weird arc de triomphe type things, up to the top of this hill. And at the top of the hill... well there were two parts to it. They were steep and perfect grass, and you could see out over the ocean and it looked quite magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was in a smaller part of the hill but it was quite steep so I had to hold on to it carefully before I could get to the proper high part where I stayed for a while, looking out while some other random told me about an old guy who used to sit there for ages and some random lady. (I was pretty sure I'd seen that place before in another dream.) Then I walked down to where this town was, it was quite a pretty one with nice reddy-orange colours. Ma famille were there. Then I went looking for a bread shop (also seemed to be from another dream.) I walked to this place, a guy tried to kill me and then apologised saying he wasn't meant to or something. (There were a lot of vague themes of old school shakespeare-type ruffs and whatnot.) So it had gone from bright daylight to evening now, anyway we went down this lift and found the breadshop. Then in the middle of the little town was a train/boat thing that went up and down the road. Someone kept doing something to stop it working well, there was some random thing about food and then it got a bit messed up.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was at real groovy and I bought a keychain.&lt;br /&gt;YEAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-3418933339564766571?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/3418933339564766571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=3418933339564766571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/3418933339564766571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/3418933339564766571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/09/yay-one-can-insert-text-break-or-cut-in.html' title='Lol Undisclosed Desires'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-6456408513136243118</id><published>2009-09-06T22:16:00.006+12:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:24:03.485+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='there&apos;s no emoticon for what I&apos;m feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myoooose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THERE&apos;S A DOIN&apos;S A TRANSPIRIN&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STUPID FACES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='improvident lackwit'/><title type='text'>Lemon.</title><content type='html'>tomorrow pour l'ecole we have stupid House Music. ARGGHBLEH... I have to dress as a farmer, how original. Our house has decided to do New Zealand culture! I repeat: how original! Uuuuuuuuuugh. I just cannot be bothered. What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;Cannot be bothered with this upcoming week, as a matter of fact. Nothing else matters but the end of the week. I'm ignoring leaks, so that's when it will be. MUSE. The Re-friggin-sistance! Hahaha. It seems that is the same day as Lucy's party. I am quite glad to find out I get it on Saturday and not friggin' Monday. Says release in Australia is the 12th, so I assume that's the same for New Zealand. WHOO HOO. Of course that means that everyone at Lucy's will be right annoyed at me because I'll just be yelling about Muse the whole time. As a matter of fact I think I might have a piano thingy on that day as well... which means even less time able to listen to it. aarrgh. Just..... aaarrrgh. Apparently Unnatural Selection is INSANE. WHOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that's all. Just wanted to post a short blog. &lt;br /&gt;Spent some time today playing runescape with mon frere. We shouted insults at each other the whole time. It was great. Most of them involved the word "mule" in some way. We had insults such as steamed ham mule, steamed clams mule and aurora borealis mule, to name a few. hahahaha. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww, crap. Just remembered that I don't have a swandri-esque shirt for house music. OH WELL!!!! I GUESS I CAN'T GO THEN!! THAT'S A SHAME! Never mind the fact that I don't really have any proper shorts, or normal looking gumboots. I have... green spotty gumboots. And I ask you: how on earth are you supposed to dance in gumboots? It's difficult enough walking in them for crying out loud. I really don't think that this has been thought through too well. Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-6456408513136243118?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/6456408513136243118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=6456408513136243118' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/6456408513136243118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/6456408513136243118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/09/lemon.html' title='Lemon.'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-9212061123338641679</id><published>2009-08-23T18:03:00.008+12:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:44:26.898+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DO I DAZZLE YOU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myoooose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musicos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting recounts of my interesting life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COFFEE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WHAT WHAT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='improvident lackwit'/><title type='text'>'Cause I don't shine if you don't shine</title><content type='html'>^ aw what sweet lyrics. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Sam's Town is totes the best Killers album. In my opinion anyway XDD&lt;br /&gt;WHEN EVERYBODY ELSE REFRAINED, MY UNCLE JONNY DID COCAINE!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway went in to town today, went to Real Groovy of course; they had House of Leaves there which was totally rad and I would've bought it if it weren't for the fact that a)I'd already bought 3 cds, b)it was $40 and c)I've already read it haha&lt;br /&gt;of course one can read a book more than once! And I would certainly like to read it again! But yeah. &lt;br /&gt;So aujourd'hui j'ai achete (imagine an accent on that last e, okay, OKAY) three cds: I got HULLABALOO SOUNDTRACK of Muse and I was delighted to find it as usually they only have the four main cd's and HAARP, and today they had Hullabaloo. So yay! Now I just need the dvd of it and everything will be dandy.&lt;br /&gt;I also got an AFI compilation cd (bunch of songs off different albums, didn't really want to get any of the others so this seemed like a good one to get as I didn't have it)&lt;br /&gt;and also I got Renegades by RATM and hopefully that will be good. If it isn't well OH WELL THEN =|&lt;br /&gt;And ma mere got Sam's Town by The Killers so now we have their three main cds for some reason. Yay?&lt;br /&gt;WAIT 'TILL TOMORROW YOU'LL BE FINE&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT'S GONE TO THE DOGS IN MY MIND!&lt;br /&gt;I ALWAYS HEAR THEM WHEN THE DEAD OF NIGHT COMES CALLING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it was a good day despite the fact that it's Sunday. As far as I knooow... I don't have any homework... although next week I have a stupid English internal and also a French internal. Sigh... the English internal kind of sucks all the fun out of "creative writing" as the internal is called. The best bit is the examples, however; the not achieved examples are hilariously bad. However there is an excellence example which really shouldn't be excellence; it's way too over descriptive which is obviously why it got E, just because of the good vocabulary. Look, over describing doesn't work. Just look at Twilight. Edward's SCINTILLATING ARMS? Really, Smeyer? SCINTILLATING ARMS? Glittering in the incandescent sunlight, light sparkles gracing his frame; the body of Adonis, GOD OF...something??? JEEEEESUS. Get real. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;I srsly love Sam's Town, though. DON'T GIVE THE GHOST UP, JUST CLENCH YOUR FIRSTS YOU SHOULD'A KNOWN BY NOW, YOU WERE ON MY LIST!&lt;br /&gt;My favourite is by far THIS RIVER IS WIIIIIIIIIIIILD, GOD SPEED YA BOY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm going to stop writing lyrics and just leave now. hurhurhur.&lt;br /&gt;You know, everyone thinks I'm ~*~addicted~*~ to V because I keep buying them frequently. Okay okay so frequently buying them does nothing to help my innocence case, but I've done that with other drinks before! Cream Soda for example! Nothing wrong with frequently buying something you like, is there? I guess they're calling me out on it because of the general unhealthiness of it and the fact that I always complained about energy drinks. Hahaha. Although I do generally stand by what I say about people claiming to "need" them to wake up in the morning; they generally don't affect me, though I may act slightly more hyper at times.&lt;br /&gt;So my plan is; if I ever buy a v, it will not be in the company of my friends. That means I lessen the amount of times I purchase said drink and also they can't be annoying. Haha. PROBLEM: SOLVED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah This River Is Wild. EPIC. EPIC EPIC!&lt;br /&gt;anyway I'm leaving now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm nervous, when I talk I SHAKE a little! hahah okay, shut up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also: Happy 101st blog post, me! I know, I know. It's pretty great. Thanks, me. I appreciate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-9212061123338641679?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/9212061123338641679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=9212061123338641679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/9212061123338641679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/9212061123338641679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/08/cause-i-dont-shine-if-you-dont-shine.html' title='&apos;Cause I don&apos;t shine if you don&apos;t shine'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-4727643985089139487</id><published>2009-08-22T22:53:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T18:33:59.096+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='down with this sort of thing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='improvident lackwit'/><title type='text'>Partners in crime</title><content type='html'>I think I am going to die when I get The Resistance. I am desperately wanting to listen to Undisclosed Desires, which is the song everyone is going DO WANT about and with good reason. It's bizarre and makes me burst out laughing but it's seriously funky. Only Muse could make me like a song with "R&amp;B and Timbaland influences" in it HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaanyway..............................&lt;br /&gt;'twas a very nice day today, sunny all the way through. Spent a lot of time randomly travelling in the car to places just because, 'twas nice. Haven't really done much, just been wasting supermega time on the internet as per usual. At home by myself WHOOOO SCARY GHOSTIES until... about five minutes in to the future I guess, when I believe ma mere shall return home.&lt;br /&gt;PLEH&lt;br /&gt;I want to be in a pwopah band. I mean really now. Everyone at school plays bass, drums, guitar etc etc and none of them ever seem to want to get together and play something, EVER. It is quite aggravating. I always want to just go somewhere, some awesome looking place and get a sucky guitar, a warm room and a laptop and record some sucky stuff!&lt;br /&gt;And I want to get a camera, just a little digital one. (preferably green!) I just really want to record stuff. I've always been a little like that, back in the day in '04 I spent a lot of time opening sound studio, pressing record and just leaving it there while we did classwork. You end up with these ramblings while you're chatting and get some pretty cool stuff. Used to do that in 2002 as well, actually. There was a mega old computer with this simplistic recording thing and we'd sit there in the morning shouting nonsense in to it. It was much fun XDD&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'd like to do that but with a camera, just recording the seemingly mundane. Like if going in to town with friends or something. Just record them all chatting or doing something absurd, and while it seems pointless and "no one cares you loser" it's interesting to just get clips of life as it passes in its "bleh nothing's happenin' y'all" state. Hahah. Good times. &lt;br /&gt;Aww frig just remembered I have chapel in the morning. JEEZ&lt;br /&gt;I have to get up EARLY! uuuuuuuuugh&lt;br /&gt;anyway we plan to go in to town for breakfast and FUNTIMES AHOY!&lt;br /&gt;HOORAY!&lt;br /&gt;So you know it's not all bad.&lt;br /&gt;Welp! It's 12.49 now, and I have to get up early, so I should PROBABLY GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, note to self: blog suspiciously upbeat. Overuse of capitals, late night, reading ED is not advised. I do not wish for my brain to become a place full of swearing and complaining about the crappy things in the world. Dear god, there are a lot of crappy things in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-4727643985089139487?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/4727643985089139487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=4727643985089139487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/4727643985089139487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/4727643985089139487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/08/partners-in-crime.html' title='Partners in crime'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-4823901884250324356</id><published>2009-08-12T19:10:00.026+12:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T20:51:23.499+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is an outrage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='down with this sort of thing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myoooose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THERE&apos;S A DOIN&apos;S A TRANSPIRIN&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and I&apos;ll suppress the rage I&apos;m feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STUPID FACES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='improvident lackwit'/><title type='text'>“WTF Hargrid?” I shouted angrily. “Fuck off you fjucking bastard.”</title><content type='html'>HAHAHA My Immortal. The best fanfiction ever. In a weird, twisted sense of the word.&lt;br /&gt;Lol what an aggravating lame day.&lt;br /&gt;I had sushi for lunch. It was yum! My mother didn't realise that sushi, ramen/udon noodles were Japanese food, as today she said "I've never had Japanese food before!"&lt;br /&gt;In which I told her, "ma, Wagamama's is japanese food. Wagamama is a japanese word. Udon noodles and Ramen are Japanese. Sushi is JAPANESE."&lt;br /&gt;so she then changed her wording to "I have Japanese food all the time!" hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today a whole bunch of people were being SUPERCHUMPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only a couple of people really, but they're spoiling it for everyone else by saying a whole lot of crap like "OMG DA GROOP IS GOIN TO FALL APART!1!!!!" It's ridiculous. I also feel kind of annoyed by them saying this as they are a new person. I don't know why this counts for anything... it just seems that everything was fine until they came up and started acting absurd and making mountains out of molehills, figuratively but very certainly what they are doing. Them being a new person means that it seems they know all the logistics of our friends and have the tenacity to decide how everyone is behaving. Lol I know this is stupid but it bugs me for some reason. Which isn't really something I should do, always going "the old people" and "the new people." Although it is the truth. And I guess saying that means I don't find them to be a part of the friendship group. (Let me just add I hate using the word group. It's so damn aggravating, just like the phrase "hooking up." ARADGLAHDGOH)&lt;br /&gt;I do find them to be a part- just that hey haven't been around as long so they can't quite make judgments and say things like "the group is falling apart!" when they've been around less than a year.&lt;br /&gt;*facepalm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, only a couple of people are mad at one another. This has gotten everyone else involved, and I hate discussing said things because it makes me feel like it's all just escalating if we talk about it. I don't know. Because, talking about it accepts that there's a problem and there really. really isn't. We're all (the sane ones that is) kind of pissed off at the crap starters now for being idiotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, one person has gone crazy and decided that another friend has to stay away from her because she doesn't want to affect her? Or something? And so is trying to ignore her. One friend has decided to ~*~leave~*~ the group, some others think another one should be kicked out because she's too young and we might have a ~*~bad influence~*~ on her. FFS, we were FINE as far as goddamn influence goes before! Now we're flooded with people who are like LOL I'M CHEATING ON MAH BF WITH LYK 5 PEOPLE LOL"&lt;br /&gt;okay so not that many. But you know. We were just a bit less vapid and guy obsessed to an annoying point than now. &lt;br /&gt;One person, everyone is getting annoyed with (she's the LOL CHEATING one and the one who has decided the group is ~*falling apart~* and accusing people of random crap that I can't even remember now. She thinks the close relationship between two people is ruining the group (what the hell?) and that everyone hates this one other person (not true.) AARGH. &lt;br /&gt;And Laura is all (from the happenings of today, no less!) I wanted to leave the group, I wanted to leave the school!&lt;br /&gt;Eh. What? &lt;br /&gt;I find some people's approach to dealing with things quite absurd.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, what's this LOL LEAVING THE GROUP 4 EVA BRB crap? It's like they can't deal. Apparently, people freak OUT about the possibility of LYK OMG HAVING A CRUSH ON SOMEONE! AND DEN THEY TOLD THE PERSON I HAVE A CRUSH ON! AND DEY HAVE A CRUSH ON ME LOL SO AWKWARD! TURNS OUT I DON'T HAVE A CRUSH ON THEM! WHOOPS I'D BETTA LEAVE COS IT'S RLLY AWKWARD AND SUCKY. kthx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that's the deal? And it's so pathetic and everyone's getting reallly riled up and I guess it can be mainly pinpointed to one shit-stirrer. WHOOP-DEE-DO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Let's get away from that angry ranting note and move on to other good stuff!&lt;br /&gt;I PRE-ORDERED THE MUSE LIMITED EDITION BOX SET!! WHOO!!!! It's rad. RAD. TOTALLY RAD.&lt;br /&gt;And here's something I wanted to do: A PICSPAM! WHOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;Is that six facepalms I hear in the distance?&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL. =| srsface.&lt;br /&gt;This is my chance to blatantly squee over Muse, okay? So... just deal with it for now. You get exciting pictures and you can ignore the keyboardmash. (I have to do it at some point, okay? OKAY?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SoJ1YUp41HI/AAAAAAAAAFo/NV5qQAI9Yyo/s1600-h/Matt300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SoJ1YUp41HI/AAAAAAAAAFo/NV5qQAI9Yyo/s320/Matt300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368982766500762738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tis one of my favourite pictures, it's so sparkly. I suggest clicking to enlarge if you happen to care. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SoJ179rspII/AAAAAAAAAFw/zVzUxKBvff4/s1600-h/awwwwwwwwwwwwwww+times+infinity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SoJ179rspII/AAAAAAAAAFw/zVzUxKBvff4/s320/awwwwwwwwwwwwwww+times+infinity.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368983378809627778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The annoying thing about blogger is that it puts the html for a picture at the top so you have to move it. RE: The picture: adfhasodighasgoih =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SoJ2ZNGugFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YLkk4Xn-uvA/s1600-h/WHOOO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SoJ2ZNGugFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YLkk4Xn-uvA/s320/WHOOO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368983881165733970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks like a bird here. An awesome weird bird. ...Yeah. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SoJ2urFQkeI/AAAAAAAAAGA/TM13pDQATqU/s1600-h/dawwwwww.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SoJ2urFQkeI/AAAAAAAAAGA/TM13pDQATqU/s320/dawwwwww.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368984249989894626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is absurd and therefore awesome. LOOK AT HIS FACE. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SoJ28nw7_FI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ihVb2o_ifZ0/s1600-h/oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SoJ28nw7_FI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ihVb2o_ifZ0/s320/oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368984489617521746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture be one of my favourites. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SoJ3QeAk23I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/zQhPUqM9VYI/s1600-h/ayeya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SoJ3QeAk23I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/zQhPUqM9VYI/s320/ayeya.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368984830596143986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\o/!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SoJ3tqWK2XI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UCB1SPE_KLM/s1600-h/7be13aac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SoJ3tqWK2XI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UCB1SPE_KLM/s320/7be13aac.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368985332124146034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AOGHASFOGHASFDOIGYQROEH WHAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SoJ4KdOxr9I/AAAAAAAAAGg/Moo6N6lbJZ8/s1600-h/Muse-SMBH-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SoJ4KdOxr9I/AAAAAAAAAGg/Moo6N6lbJZ8/s320/Muse-SMBH-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368985826819682258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed that I seem to have a large amount of really freaky hilarious pictures of Dom. XD Anyway this picture is ASDOIGHASGIOH =D Matt looks FLUFFY. I know that's really rather odd but just look! LOOK. LOOK AT THIS PICTURE. FLUFFY. NOSE. MOUTH. WEIRD FLUFFY. What? Don't kill me for squeeing over pictures! /o\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SoJ4pIdtorI/AAAAAAAAAGo/7ueyY-IyIXw/s1600-h/LOOK+AT+MY+HAIR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SoJ4pIdtorI/AAAAAAAAAGo/7ueyY-IyIXw/s320/LOOK+AT+MY+HAIR.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368986353821131442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT HIS HAIR. LOOK AT IT. asdgehoflooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SoJ49p_tekI/AAAAAAAAAGw/f1SS33pMf6g/s1600-h/crazyeyemuchun2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SoJ49p_tekI/AAAAAAAAAGw/f1SS33pMf6g/s320/crazyeyemuchun2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368986706419481154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SoJ-csLDOKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/0wGgCrUzU2I/s1600-h/GOODNESS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SoJ-csLDOKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/0wGgCrUzU2I/s320/GOODNESS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368992737137997986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOO random piano srs picture ftw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SoJ-87jPCDI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Klyf58wA0zo/s1600-h/Thejoyaftersceamingyourassoffdownam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SoJ-87jPCDI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Klyf58wA0zo/s320/Thejoyaftersceamingyourassoffdownam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368993291021781042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASDGHADFDFHPERIYQOIUERSNDFBSMDGNBSJHEARGV HERGDFSJIJDFHGAODHGAVOUHTOPUAIHVIOPH OMG&lt;br /&gt;=D =D =D =D HEADPHONES AND AARRGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SoJ_TcxDN4I/AAAAAAAAAHI/RA28tV7zuPQ/s1600-h/Matt228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SoJ_TcxDN4I/AAAAAAAAAHI/RA28tV7zuPQ/s320/Matt228.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368993677895219074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU&lt;br /&gt;=D =D =D I love this one it's aaaaah. =D!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SoJ_pCMQ4oI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GjDmnU9XcV4/s1600-h/Haarp136+this+song+is+called+butterflies+and+hurricanes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SoJ_pCMQ4oI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GjDmnU9XcV4/s320/Haarp136+this+song+is+called+butterflies+and+hurricanes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368994048718725762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASDUHASOGUHASGOIH~!!!!! Best. There are a lot moar pictures that I want to add other than these ones but I'm not going to just to be nice I guess. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SoJ_7St3DVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/2L4_iw3JQT0/s1600-h/making_smbh33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SoJ_7St3DVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/2L4_iw3JQT0/s320/making_smbh33.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368994362392251730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORIGIN OF FLUFFINESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SoKAKd6zwlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/QUAEhXLUMkE/s1600-h/image7-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SoKAKd6zwlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/QUAEhXLUMkE/s320/image7-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368994623097389650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGAHSGOPIASHGSOIGH I know my comments are so intelligent and insightful. Shut up. (There's a girl in my form class who is doing year 13 maths. I... I feel so inferior. /o\)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SoKAslLOm2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/U9w7IeN75S0/s1600-h/hahahah+aw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SoKAslLOm2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/U9w7IeN75S0/s320/hahahah+aw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368995209160858466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha this picture is cute in a weird sort of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, a lulzy Matt picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SoKBF93BBzI/AAAAAAAAAH4/5ySu96QXrGM/s1600-h/HAHA+LOL..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SoKBF93BBzI/AAAAAAAAAH4/5ySu96QXrGM/s320/HAHA+LOL..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368995645283698482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And three pictures of Dom that just kill me. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SoKB11gPN6I/AAAAAAAAAIA/cyOGn9-8H3g/s1600-h/AAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SoKB11gPN6I/AAAAAAAAAIA/cyOGn9-8H3g/s320/AAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368996467674396578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SoKCCpRcM7I/AAAAAAAAAII/yPoiJgUKslU/s1600-h/OMGNO+AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH+BEST+BEST+BEST+OMG+WTF+AHAHAHHFFFFFFFF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SoKCCpRcM7I/AAAAAAAAAII/yPoiJgUKslU/s320/OMGNO+AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH+BEST+BEST+BEST+OMG+WTF+AHAHAHHFFFFFFFF.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368996687729406898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SoKCLUzF02I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/AvRhA7dheEY/s1600-h/mattdominterwiewvt4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 177px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SoKCLUzF02I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/AvRhA7dheEY/s320/mattdominterwiewvt4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368996836852224866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA BEST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway that's all, finally!&lt;br /&gt;Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-4823901884250324356?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/4823901884250324356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=4823901884250324356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/4823901884250324356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/4823901884250324356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/08/wtf-hargrid-i-shouted-angrily-fuck-off.html' title='“WTF Hargrid?” I shouted angrily. “Fuck off you fjucking bastard.”'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SoJ1YUp41HI/AAAAAAAAAFo/NV5qQAI9Yyo/s72-c/Matt300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-4624762071474902400</id><published>2009-08-09T13:15:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T13:26:24.823+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this makes no sense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='down with this sort of thing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hello'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting recounts of my interesting life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIGHTMARE FUEL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WHAT WHAT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='improvident lackwit'/><title type='text'>When life gives you lemons, punch someone in the face.</title><content type='html'>What.&lt;br /&gt;This is how my brain works: lemons. seven! punching people!&lt;br /&gt;Had an exciting wondrous sleepover of idiocy yesterday at the house of Jordan's which is amazing gorgeous with a view over the beach, Rangitoto and Browns Island, this loft room, it's just amazing. =D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it was pretty weird, I discovered that for some reason everyone thinks I'm an innocent cute person. Wut&lt;br /&gt;The other day I suggested we make a band, everyone joined and I was promptly not a leading force in the creation of the band so I left. XDD BRB DOIN' SOLO CAREER&lt;br /&gt;You know an impossible genre of music? Punk prog-rock. Punk songs- super fast drumming, yelling fast lyrics and dirnt dirnt bass lines. Prog rock, super long elaborate instrumentals with some word salad lyrics to go along. IT JUST WOULDN'T WORK. XDD&lt;br /&gt;I need to sleep I had four hours sleep and went to bed at five ughhhh what the hell is with life. gtfo.&lt;br /&gt;What did I have to do for guitar? uh... some songs... sure.&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVERS.&lt;br /&gt;asdgjawrevsnfaehptuywupioqwopriyeuorjsdf&lt;br /&gt;asfkhgsfohbgojdbjrthnebnjdfg&lt;br /&gt;gtasgdoghfdm&lt;br /&gt;anyway I want to read fanfic for some weird reason? I don't actually know why, OH WELL I feel like venturing on to ff.net and laughing at all the atrocities... then again... maybe not. I get exceptionally paranoid whenever I go there. I don't know why. Why would I get more paranoid when going to a website? If I'm going to be spied upon, it would be always. so why aren't I paranoid when going to other sites? I'M NOT AT ALL PARANOID. But stick me on ff.net and if I go to the telletubbies section so I can laugh at all the summaries and then press the back button and go cry for my childhood, I'll assume there's someone watching me and thinking I actually WANT to read telletubbies fanfic. Oh dear god no.&lt;br /&gt;For the record I have never been to the telletubbies area and I do not intend to. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;(seriously though, there is a certain area of ff.net that I went to and just laughed until I cried at all the atrocious fic summaries. dear god. I really really want to go back but I don't think I have the willpower to face the badfic. XDD)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll go play the sims 2 instead. Or, you know, do homework. ughhh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I've sworn off energy drinks 4 EVA ND EVA!!!! If the chance arises for me to buy one, I REFUSE TO. So there. We had good times, but... THEY CHANGED ME. I WENT AGAINST EVERYTHING I USED TO STAND FOR! I BECAME EVERYTHING I HATED. LYK OH MY GOODNESS.&lt;br /&gt;I have to go now before I die?~?!?!!?!?&lt;br /&gt;I have eaten basically pure junk food for the last few days. Pray for Mojo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-4624762071474902400?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/4624762071474902400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=4624762071474902400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/4624762071474902400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/4624762071474902400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-life-gives-you-lemons-punch.html' title='When life gives you lemons, punch someone in the face.'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-8856734060666312040</id><published>2009-08-04T22:18:00.006+12:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T22:29:57.943+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is an outrage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='down with this sort of thing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='there&apos;s no emoticon for what I&apos;m feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THERE&apos;S A DOIN&apos;S A TRANSPIRIN&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness ahoy'/><title type='text'>Hmph</title><content type='html'>I need to stop getting overly upset from single tiny comments. Aaarrrgh. I'm going to go through a few days of depression now, reverting back to the Good One and keeping away from the Enigma until I've gotten over it.&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Something really weird happened today. I was doing piano, and I asked for help on some little thing I wasn't sure about. I got really tense and kind of stressed for a moment, but then that went away. But, after that, I suddenly started to get this pain where my jaw feels like it's going to explode and my face is going to burst because I'm trying to stop myself from crying. I basically just burst in to tears for absolutely no discernible reason whatsoever. I had to go to my room and calm down and try to stop. It was utterly bizarre because I had no idea what could have brought it on, apart from me doing piano, but that was just what I was doing at the time and it doesn't really seem like it was to blame. It's confusing, that must've been why, but you know, it wasn't one of those things where you know why you are crying; this just came out of nowhere. From a subconscious part of my brain. It just went OH HEY LET'S START CRYING FOR SOME REASON OKAY? and then my conscious part was all WHAT THE HELL WHAT THE HELL WHAT THE HELL ='[&lt;br /&gt;so um yeah&lt;br /&gt;This is slightly concerning. &lt;br /&gt;So anyway I'm going to go listen to AFI now. It's noisy. And that is good. And listen to Wolstenholme talking, and I will not watch the hullabaloo documentary. Nor will I play the sims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regularly have identity crisis's where I suddenly see everything in a different way and completely panic and freak out. So I stop thinking about it. I'm worried that if I keep thinking about it I'll probably go insane. I daresay ignoring such thoughts is a good idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-8856734060666312040?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/8856734060666312040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=8856734060666312040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/8856734060666312040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/8856734060666312040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/08/hmph.html' title='Hmph'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-268379354855460430</id><published>2009-07-31T22:25:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:36:53.993+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radical Jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I ain&apos;t not a dorkus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='encouraging message to self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alabaster retard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='improvident lackwit'/><title type='text'>Ahoy-hoy, lowly mortals!</title><content type='html'>STUFF IS PRETTY GOOD, GUYS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;So I still suck at the piano but I'm working on that!&lt;br /&gt;AFI are seriously awesome!&lt;br /&gt;It's the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered that I have a group lesson tomorrow for piano! That's not so good!&lt;br /&gt;I kind of love AFI!&lt;br /&gt;No one else in my household seems to!&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing the sims 2 and it's pretty fun!&lt;br /&gt;So I'm happy. =]&lt;br /&gt;Welp! I've been saying welp a lot recently.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;G'JBYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-268379354855460430?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/268379354855460430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=268379354855460430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/268379354855460430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/268379354855460430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/07/ahoy-hoy-lowly-mortals.html' title='Ahoy-hoy, lowly mortals!'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-6240938223548984327</id><published>2009-07-17T18:18:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T21:39:01.694+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is an outrage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='down with this sort of thing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myoooose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting recounts of my interesting life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and I&apos;ll suppress the rage I&apos;m feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='improvident lackwit'/><title type='text'>Insufferable Troglodytes! Or some such thing.</title><content type='html'>Number of times mistaken for a guy: 10.&lt;br /&gt;Hurhurhur. I have to wonder. That's only the number of times I have been aware that people thought I was a guy- something they would have said to me. Yesterday it was "are you two boys enjoying your holidays?" Oooh, it's bad when shop people say it. I feel bad and I have to get out of there. Don't really mind otherwise, but I just feel really weird having the word "boy" associated with me because it doesn't feel right at all. I'm a girl, people! Despite any evidence to the contrary.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, if people who have talked to me think I'm a guy, I wonder how many people who just see me walking along think I am a guy. Hahaha. Personally I don't really see how- my face doesn't seem particularly guyish. It seems more, girlishly structured. I guess it's just the hair and the clothes. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading 1984! Finally. That sure angers up the blood, much like reading Animal Farm did. Hahah. There's something about those books, you know the ideas in them that make me want to go AAARRRGGH WHYYY!!!!! HBNARRGHGSKANAGHAE!!!!! Those stupid pigs in Animal Farm and the insane! stuff in 1984. Daaaaaaaamn. Truly impossible to do anything! But the freakiest part was when that guy who was working on the dictionary goes on about how the language will eventually be structured to be only a few small words, and that all of history and literature from the past would be erased, no shakespeare, no nothing. Just a few root words and their stemming words, ie, "good". Becomes ungood, or bonusgood or superbigbonusgood (or whatever it was) replacing words like marvellous! wonderful! fantastic! and so on. And the fact that people actually go along with this and manage to be completely brainwashed by this insanity and the insensitivity towards violence, AAERRRRGGHH!!! Anywho, it's great. Although Winston sure was a super jerkass kid. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY!&lt;br /&gt;I verily much want Muse to hurry up and release the next parts of the United States Of Eurasia song. But I guess I have to be patient while people run around the Eurasian landmass at geostrategically placed points... or some such thing. XD&lt;br /&gt;Welp. I guess that's all. Fascinating I know.... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: WOAH. WOAH. Okay. So United States Of Eurasia starts with this soulful piano, some violins and whatnot in the background, some gentle lyrics, tra la la, very nice to listen to. Presently some quiet drums start in the background, just a slow rhythm. But this only goes for about a minute, and out of nowhere- he gets angry, crescendo!! loud!!!! HIGH PITCH, WAILING GUITARS!!!! Basically Bohemian Rhapsody if you need any idea hahah. Matt's voice is very strong! Loud drums and then we suddenly get this bizarre arabian thing going on, some clapping/clicking stuff (they recorded in a bathroom?) thudding drums WHOOOOOOOO!!!! &lt;br /&gt;And that's all for now. ARASGHASGKASGLAKSJGWORIHT&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-6240938223548984327?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/6240938223548984327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=6240938223548984327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/6240938223548984327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/6240938223548984327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/07/insufferable-troglodytes-or-some-such.html' title='Insufferable Troglodytes! Or some such thing.'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-7465168337360240507</id><published>2009-07-11T20:54:00.006+12:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T21:37:51.833+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is an outrage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='down with this sort of thing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myoooose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I ain&apos;t not a dorkus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness ahoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and I&apos;ll suppress the rage I&apos;m feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='improvident lackwit'/><title type='text'>Aw, hell diddly-ding-dong-crap!</title><content type='html'>I'm in yet another "thinking about my issues" mood.&lt;br /&gt;See, it all began perhaps an hour ago or so, and see, I was emptying the dishwasher and whatnot and thinking about all this stuff in elaborate terms, when yet again it has come to the point where I don't have to talk about it on this blog as it has all been cleared up in my head. Hoorah. (As the point of thinking about all those things was to talk about them in the blog, but then I think about it enough in my head that I no longer have to discuss it. I'm going to discuss it anyway, as articulately as I can. Damn, I didn't think "articulately" would be an actual word. Anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, Whittaker's is deliciously good chocolate. Take that, Cadbury!&lt;br /&gt;Here's something. I never ever ever talk about piano. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;So today as I was sitting on the couch, whoop-dee-do, my brother is saying something to my ma. I didn't notice what, but my ma responds with "that's because you're a good piano player and she's a crap one." I waited a few seconds before saying, "what did you say mother? What did you say? What did you just say, mother?" She didn't know what I was talking about and I wasn't about to press matters.&lt;br /&gt;See I've been playing piano for nine years, my brother is four years younger than me and at the same level, just a tad further. He has a different piano teacher to me; one who progresses a lot faster.&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing piano for nine years, and never once have I received a shred of encouragement, not a dot of motivation. Just told, hey there play piano- quit bashing the keys! UR DOIN IT RONG.&lt;br /&gt;So I wanted to quit so much, so so so much and yet I couldn't. I could not ever ever quit, there was no way. I couldn't. And I still can't and I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've never had motivation to play till now; which is why I find it so difficult to be motivated anyway. I'll go, "ALRIGHT. I HAVE A GOAL. LET'S DO THIS...aww, jeez, I can't be freakin' bothered. I'll do it tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;I'm that way with everything, actually, but that's irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo, I guess you could say that motivation is Matt Bellamy? Okay, okay, yeah the dude from Muse and everyone is sick of hearing me talk about Muse- but if someone I knew liked Muse as much as I do and talked about them with me, maybe I wouldn't go on about them all the time to everyone else as much. Srsly though, the only songs my friends know by them are Starlight and Supermassive Black Hole. Before I perused the internet to find out about Muse, I thought Starlight was a gorgeous song! That piano, guys. Great! But turns out it's kind of hated for being a single, and being more simplistic, generally considered pretty sucky to the max. Well daaaaaamn. Anywho, I facepalmed nontheless when the only songs my friends knew were Starlight and SMBH. (Excluding Alice- I know you know more songs XD)&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, Matt- he's a mad lunatic genius and sometimes I worry about him- he seems deadly serious about some of his conspiracy theories, but that's okay. XD&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, he's a ridiculously good pianist and okay, I feel like I'm too old to become a good pianist anymore, because I'm 15 and that's always too late to become an amazing talent, you have to be four years old and playing FANTASIE IMPROMPTU, or, 15 and playing FANTASIE IMPROMPTU. (Uh yeah there's a girl in my year who can play that. Hmph.)&lt;br /&gt;And, so far, he's the only inspiration I've ever had to keep playing the piano. And, okay, I do suck at the piano- all my friends will go "NO YOU'RE NOT! YOU'RE AMAZING!" but that's only because they don't play piano and they're my friends. So yes. I do suck. But for my mother to say that in front of my face while not actually talking to me is kind of the worst thing for anyone to hear. Maybe I do suck, but it would be nice to hear some encouragement once in a while! Some sign that you want me to continue playing! &lt;br /&gt;So sometimes when I get most inspired to do stuff, to BE THE BEST EVER AT EVERYTHING I DO, I'm fueled by anger and spite. Which is probably not good but, thing is, it always fades and I lose the moment, the moment of I'M GOING TO SHOW EVERYONE, THE BASTARDS.&lt;br /&gt;Because I do that a lot, and I always don't do it. But now I feel that I have to do something, I've already lost the will to try hard but I can't. I have to be better so that one day, I can go: "I'd like to say thank you, to my friends, for being awesome most of the time, thanks to my father, my brother, you people are alright. Thank you for choosing me to have this, uh "good at the piano" award. Cheers."&lt;br /&gt;And for my mother to go- hang on. Where's my thanks? And to confront me later.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, your thanks? Yeah. Thanks, ma, for never believing in me. Thanks for never helping me. Thanks for making me do my best with no help whatsoever. I had to drag myself up from the pit of sucky all by myself with no encouragement, no words, no help. Thanks."&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot.&lt;br /&gt;That's not sincere, by the way. In case you hadn't noticed, I was being somewhat sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;I could go on, talk about other things, about how sometimes I am deeply angered by stuff, but I tend to do that a lot, and you know, start delving in to all my ISSUES AS A PERSON and why I hate it whenever anyone does anything. But I won't. &lt;br /&gt;I think I'll just leave it at that, whoop-dee-freakin'-do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-7465168337360240507?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/7465168337360240507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=7465168337360240507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/7465168337360240507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/7465168337360240507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/07/aw-hell-diddly-ding-dong-crap.html' title='Aw, hell diddly-ding-dong-crap!'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-4984316017405571184</id><published>2009-07-05T18:41:00.006+12:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:25:11.290+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='down with this sort of thing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my tags are non-specific'/><title type='text'>Awesomah Powah!</title><content type='html'>I watched 2001 A Space Odyssey! It was awesome! I should stop saying awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Today we were listening to music and sorting through old cds and whatnot and I found a cd of Mario Lanza. AHAHAHAH it was so funny. And at the moment I have Citizen Kane in my household for watching which has Orson Welles in it. The great tenor, Mario Lanza and that hideous man Orson Welles! HAHAHA Heavenly Creatures. It's like a big joke in our year, talking in a super posh English accent and saying "it's all FRIGHTFULLY romantic!" and in terrible NZ accents "I think your drawing's FANTASTIC!" hahahahahah oh man. Okay- that would have made no sense.&lt;br /&gt;I went on Runescape (hahaha NERD) and it was boring funtiems. You can sit down now! But seriously- I'd been waiting for that for years. Pfft. Runescape isn't really fun any more because none of my friends go online ever and also I never talk to them. Buuuuut yeah. Someone gave me 10,000 moneys for free! Uh, whoo-hooo?&lt;br /&gt;Holidays. WHOOP-DEE-DO! Lots of lazing around for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh, it's now 12.24 am and I didn't notice. (I typed this hours ago and left it here.) anyway, goodnight I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-4984316017405571184?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/4984316017405571184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=4984316017405571184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/4984316017405571184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/4984316017405571184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/07/awesomah-powah.html' title='Awesomah Powah!'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-5287534934570762922</id><published>2009-06-27T21:51:00.008+12:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T23:31:14.220+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this makes no sense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myoooose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness ahoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STUPID FACES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alabaster retard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIGHTMARE FUEL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WHAT WHAT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='improvident lackwit'/><title type='text'>Feelin' fine.</title><content type='html'>I remember, years ago seeing 2001: A Space Odyssey. I was at maungawhai (I don't know how you spell that, eheh) I think it was easter. Hahah I was just thinking about it today. I didn't see the whole thing but I remembered there was an evil computer who killed people and when they shut it down it sung "daisy, daisy!" WEIRD. I want to watch that movie again it sounds cool. Anyway. I really have to do my speech.&lt;br /&gt;Speech speech! Gotta do that... NOW. NOW. NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;Muse slash fails. Do you know why? Because they're DOIN' IT RONG.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, it's not some ridiculous "OH DOM I LOVE YOU LET'S RUN AWAY TOGETHER!" "BUT MATT, WHAT WILL CHRIS DO?!" "OH IT'S OKAY, HE HAS TOM!!! LOLOLOL" AND THEY RUN OFF IN TO THE SUNSET AND HAVE ALIEN BABIES.&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;Lol I was on the slash comm on el jay and... NO NO NO. I came across a highly traumatic and disturbing chris/tom one, I just uhhh skimmed it before closing it because DO NOT WANT. ahahahahhahahaha seriously. It has to be ridiculous. That's basically it. Think hullabaloo! Set to angsty hyper chondriac music. AHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;WHAT&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I had another traumatic and highly disturbing dream last night. (I'd had a disturbing dream on either monday or tuesday night.) Yyyyyyyyyyyyeah. it was truly bizarre. And what was odd, was that I woke up and went back to sleep and the dream continued in the same vein. Usually when you go back to sleep you have an entirely different dream. The first part was okay, if not highly odd. It... well I was thinking along with the dream, "yeah, go you! admitting it and all!" but afterwards I figured it was fairly odd. The dream then mutated in to a whole pile of rubbish designed to infuriate and distress me. Without being nightmarish! For the most part. At the last part, I was going oh god please let this be a dream oh god this had better not be real- OH THANK GOD, THIS IS A DREAM! NOW I JUST HAVE TO WAKE UP! and lo and behold I woke up, and lay there for a while feeling severely freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;Today we went in to town. I got a t shirt. I GOT A T SHIRT OF EPIC PROPORTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;EPIC PROPORTIONS. eheheheheeheheh.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I must go search the interweb for info on Scientology so I can write my speech. Eeeeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: AW CRAP IT'S 11.30 NOW!!! WHY IS TIME GOING SO FAST?!?? I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING. GODDD HELP ME&lt;br /&gt;well I only have myself to blame. AARRRGH SCREW YOU, SPEECHES!&lt;br /&gt;Also, screw you, tvtropes! DO YOU KNOW HOW ADDICTING THAT STUPID SITE IS. YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW JUST HOW MUCH IT IS. GODDAMMIT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-5287534934570762922?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/5287534934570762922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=5287534934570762922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/5287534934570762922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/5287534934570762922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/06/feelin-fine.html' title='Feelin&apos; fine.'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-4123582688995830937</id><published>2009-06-26T18:37:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:01:27.532+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is an outrage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school is fascinating isn&apos;t it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THERE&apos;S A DOIN&apos;S A TRANSPIRIN&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness ahoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and I&apos;ll suppress the rage I&apos;m feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STUPID FACES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alabaster retard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='improvident lackwit'/><title type='text'>Sucky to the max</title><content type='html'>Okay I'm pissed. I missed the Green Day presale tickets (it was only for 24 hours jeez) and my old email account deactivated, a cool person on livejournal deleted their account, my facebook account was banned a few days ago and they didn't bother to explain why, I have another week of school and only a fortnight of holidays, I have a maths internal and a speech to do, JESUS CHRIST THIS IS A WHOLE LOAD OF CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;Also I am using a sucky loaner computer! IT IS SUCKY TO THE MAX. It never goes to sleep? so you'll close it but it will stay on. So it's really hot and it dies quickly. Also the resolution of the screen is messed up and I don't know how to fix it, so whenever I scroll down it goes all slow and jerky and everything is wide and blurry. Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;Also we got an external hard drive which is cool. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Ssooooo.&lt;br /&gt;I had stuff to say but I think I'll say it some other day. For now I should sleep or something... I have to write a speech. Yeah, yeah I have to do that. And, uh, learn it off by heart or some such thing. God. I'm screwed.&lt;br /&gt;Good...night????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-4123582688995830937?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/4123582688995830937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=4123582688995830937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/4123582688995830937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/4123582688995830937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/06/sucky-to-max.html' title='Sucky to the max'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-5575246252814770890</id><published>2009-06-21T16:31:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T17:04:58.786+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DO I DAZZLE YOU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='there&apos;s no emoticon for what I&apos;m feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myoooose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musicos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='improvident lackwit'/><title type='text'>What a Productive Day!</title><content type='html'>Okay well not that productive because I haven't done any homework AS OF YET... see, I simply must do homework today. Why? Because I mentioned, casually, IN PASSING, to Laura that I tend to never do homework in the weekend. AND SHE WON'T SHUT UP ABOUT IT!!! Which is pissing me off. Because I was like "well I'm going to do homework in the weekend" and she goes BUT YOU NEVER DO ANY HOMEWORK IN THE WEEKEND YOU JUST SAID THAT and I'm like it doesn't mean I never do! It's just the norm! YEAH BUT YOU SAID so?? doesn't mean I CAN'T do homework!!! YEAH BUT YOU NEVER DO HOMEWORK IN THE WEEKEND YOU SAID THAT TO ME JUST THEN&lt;br /&gt;AARRRGH she is treating it like it is WORD OF GOD, ABSOLUTE CANON OF MY LIFE INDISPUTABLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;So, anywho, I have to do homework in the weekend to PROVE HER GODDAMN WRONG. Hahahahehehehehee.&lt;br /&gt;Still. Yeah. Today, out of nowhere, I suddenly got to thinking about Harry Potter. And, suddenly, behold! I got out HP6 and started reading little extracts out of it. Daaaaaamn. Friggin' memories! God I love Harry Potter. I'm just pissed off at ALL THE PEOPLE SHE KILLED. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See thing is, lots of people are all annoyed at characters, something I totally didn't notice when I hung out in that area of the interweb. Apparently people hate Ginny? And looking back I can see why what with all the snogging etc, but for serious guys. Quit yer hatin'. And, uh, yeah SO MANY MEMORIES!!! I loved hp6 primarily, for all the Ron/Hermione stuff. MY FIRST OTP. D'awwww. As a matter of fact, I have this poster for the hp3 movie on my wall? Hahaha, yeah. And, years ago I had drawn lines going from Ron and Hermione with, I dunno a heart over the top of Harry's head. XDD I just checked today AND I CAN STILL SEE THE PENCIL LINES. It's so great. Anyway, it was good to revise over the book considering the movie is coming out soon (about friggin' time.) We have decided that we are all going to go see the movie together when it comes out. OH MY GOD IT'S GOING TO BE AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;I haven't squeed this much over Harry Potter since the last book came out! And, for the record: I haven't read the book since I first read it. Why? Because of several reasons. IT'S TOO HARD TO GO BACK; there's a hell of a lot of roaming around in forests (boring) it's friggin' dark and scary, DEATH OF CHARACTERS, it makes me sad, IT'S THE END, DEATH OF CHARACTERS, sadness, evilness, scariness, FRIGGIN' SNAPE, not enough ron/hermione APART FROM THAT THING AND OH MY GOD I WAS LIKE ABOUT FRIGGIN' TIME: MY LIFE IS COMPLETE!!! ahh, my life. So yeah, that book was damn freaky. And I'd like to keep it out of my mind for the time being, because it made me feel sad. Still, it was so awesome when I read it. Paragraph break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read it all on the day I got it and THERE WAS THIS MASSIVE FRIGGIN' HUGE STORM. I kid you not the rain poured down in bucketloads; buckets the size of Jupiter, that is. It was intense. Words cannot quite describe how intense. Anyway. It was a good day. Stressful too.&lt;br /&gt;And, book six? Hahah, I have re-read that plenty of times. I just remembered today, that I used to have PAGE NUMBERS MEMORISED. The pages where there was lots of Ron/Hermione, that is! WHOOO! PARTY PARTY PARTY&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. "A job I do not want? On the contrary Dumbledore, I want it very much." Good times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I damn friggin' love Harry Potter. I AM NOT ASHAMED, Y'ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how's by you? I also listened to music; this is not unnatural in the general scheme of things! I would like to, if you wish to listen, discuss some music I enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;Okay then!&lt;br /&gt;Now for starters I done gone made this playlist. It has some awesome songs. Which is why I made it! GOODNESS!&lt;br /&gt;Actually! I took a brief hiatus from writing this, and no longer wish to discuss my music playlist. OKAY!!! I would however like to direct your attention to another song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE IS THE DEAL&lt;br /&gt;So there is this song right? And I have this live version of it. BLISS LIVE AT EARLS COURT 2004. Okay, so originally I had bliss live at royal albert hall '08, which was pretty great. People were like, "Dude, the falsetto!" And I listened to it, and went, meh! But then after re-listening, I went, DUDE WOAHHHHHH HOW DID I NOT GET THE INTENSITY OF THIS BEFORE?!?!? Thing is, EARLS COURT IS BETTER. Why? The quality is better and you can hear it with a lot more clarity.&lt;br /&gt;And. The buildup to the falsetto bit, is epic. Actually it's epic every single time, but. The falsetto on this one? PERFECT. IT IS ACTUAL PERFECTION and sends shivers up my spine?? Oh by the way, it's by Muse. SURPRISE&lt;br /&gt;But oh my god it's just EPIC EPIC RIDICULOUSLY GREAT. And you know what else is awesome about Bliss? WHEN YOU SEE IT LIVE AND. AND. Whenever they play that song they RELEASE THE BALLOONS and oh god it's SO AWESOME, they release these HUGE balloons from the ceiling filled with confetti and they bounce around and get popped and people get covered in red confetti and they go on the stage and they pop them with guitars and stuff you JUST. DON'T. KNOW. HOW. AWESOME. Oh and the opening little... riff thingy on the live version? RANDOMLY GORGEOUS!?!!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CATCH YOU LATER, FOLKS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-5575246252814770890?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/5575246252814770890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=5575246252814770890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/5575246252814770890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/5575246252814770890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-productive-day.html' title='What a Productive Day!'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-3828626558967495874</id><published>2009-06-19T21:39:00.006+12:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T22:33:49.845+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s not relevant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this makes no sense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I ain&apos;t not a dorkus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GAY GAY GAY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alabaster retard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WHAT WHAT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='improvident lackwit'/><title type='text'>Well PARDON ME FOR BREATHING!</title><content type='html'>HAY GUYS WAT UP IN DA HOOD?!!?&lt;br /&gt;OH FRIG THERE'S A WHOLE BUNCH OF RANDOM THINGS I KEEP FORGETTING TO DO ON THE INTERNET LIKE REPLYING TO COMMENTS AND UH WHOOOOOOPS!!!&lt;br /&gt;OOOH FRIG!!!!! NOW ALL THOSE PEOPLE WHO COMMENTED TO ME ON VARIOUS SITES WILL BE LIKE "MAAAAN KATE MC SURE IS A HUGE JERK! SHE LIKE NEVER RESPONDS TO COMMENTS. JESUS CHRIST I DON'T LIKE HER ANY MORE. GOODBYE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what guys&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;So I've been reading HUGE amounts of dinosaur comics and oh my god I love dinosaur comics and oh my god I have totally started THINKING LIKE T-REX and and it's SO AWESOME because T-rex talks in this COMPLETELY RADICAL HYPER WAY but Uhhh I need my own style of speaking which I do, but only now there are WAY MORE RANDOM CAPITALS and EVEN MORE usage of words like AWESOME AND DUDE AND RADICAL. Although I always say those. Look. THE FORMAT IS JUST DIFFERENT AND I DON'T REALLY MIND BECAUSE I FEEL A LOT MORE OPTIMISTIC!!!! WHOOOO!!! PARTY PARTY HARD/I HOLD PARTYING IN FOND REGARD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. What I was going to say was that today, Tash decided that I am the sort of person who should own a nightclub. So now all my friends have decided that I will be the owner of a classy funky nightclub (I have decided it will be dark purple-ish in colour) and my friends will work there and I will apparently have cool jobs like auditioning bands to play and hiring dj's. WHOO HOO RAVE PARTY Y'ALL&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though my nightclub is going to be the GREATEST&lt;br /&gt;I'll be really badass (You may laugh! But I will be badass.)&lt;br /&gt;And then people can go there and be like DUUUDE THE COLOUR SCHEME HERE IS FREAKIN' RADICAL!!!! And purchase liquor drinks. I will also pay the dj more to slip in MUSE SONGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Here's something: I have started all my paragraphs with the word anyway, this is concerning to me.&lt;br /&gt;Heheheh. Concern.&lt;br /&gt;Soooo!!&lt;br /&gt;I GUESS- hang on a moment, anyway isn't it totally pointless when swear words are censored but they only censor it for a second so you get "I don't give a sheept!" which, basically, sounds like sht with a very quick BEEP in the middle which is basically shit with a beep&lt;br /&gt;which is totally pointless!!! PEOPLE CAN STILL GUESS WHAT THE WORD IS, AND LITTLE CHILDREN WILL BE LIKE: "WOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAH"&lt;br /&gt;Where was I? Oh, yes. Uh. So you know that fictional person who I am obsessed with? Well yeah that's going great. I think the other day I was thinking about the whole weirdness of the deal and I had some interesting things I could say about it but now I don't. OKAY FOR GOD'S SAKE, I'M LEAVING NOW BECAUSE MY SENTENCES ARE SOUNDING REALLY. REALLY MESSED UP&lt;br /&gt;BYE BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO: WHAT ARE YOUR FEELINGS, LET US SHARE THEM&lt;br /&gt;ALSO: YOU DO NOT HAVE TO SHARE YOUR FEELINGS&lt;br /&gt;ALSO: YOU SHOULD NOT FEEL OBLIGED TO SHARE&lt;br /&gt;ALSO: WHAT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-3828626558967495874?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/3828626558967495874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=3828626558967495874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/3828626558967495874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/3828626558967495874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/06/wicha-wicha-woww.html' title='Well PARDON ME FOR BREATHING!'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-6805803922989314932</id><published>2009-06-12T09:06:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:11:04.034+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THERE&apos;S A DOIN&apos;S A TRANSPIRIN&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STUPID FACES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WHAT WHAT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Here's some stuff!</title><content type='html'>SO I am not at school due to the fact that I'm all messed up in the immune system like.  Thing is, I don't feel super bad, I actually feel a bit better now, but if I went to school it would be a nightmare. And now I've started coughing up phlegm, whoohoo! still all asthmatic, my head hurts if I move it, and I was dying of heat all night. Mouth is all furry, and my bones are all weak and achy. &lt;br /&gt;Buuuut I just found out that Green Day are coming to New Zealand whoo! That will be something to look forward to... however it's in December. Ahahahahah okay then. So yeah I will be definitely going to that. Idk about ticket prices but I reckon I'll go anyway.&lt;br /&gt;whooo!&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaanyway I think I might go back to bed now. I am super tired. Uuuuugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-6805803922989314932?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/6805803922989314932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=6805803922989314932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/6805803922989314932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/6805803922989314932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/06/heres-some-stuff.html' title='Here&apos;s some stuff!'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-3686666827866843321</id><published>2009-06-11T20:03:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T20:15:36.402+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is an outrage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DO I DAZZLE YOU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness ahoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting recounts of my interesting life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and I&apos;ll suppress the rage I&apos;m feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STUPID FACES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='improvident lackwit'/><title type='text'>Oh my god I'm dying</title><content type='html'>Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh my respiratory system is deciding to fail today. I inhale, okay mild pain in the oesophagusal area, then I exhale COUGH COUGH PAIN AARGH. It's just this annoying discomfort everywhere! It's awful. I know it doesn't sound awful but seriously, small tiny things can just RUIN YOUR LIFE!!!!!! no really it's awful. I hate it. It's horrible to breathe. And I just feel really rubbish in me lungs. Also I had sugar and now I'm all like WOOAOOAAOAH srsly though carbonated drinks these days! And don't get me started on energy drinks. For gods sake. Those things are just pure sugar, in liquid form. That's all. It's not like they even give you much energy! So having one every morning as a claim that you "need your energy" like some sort of businessman with coffee, is completely ABSURD!!!! For the love of god!!!! I mean really. You drink one of those and your teeth just... die a little inside. XDD hahahah!!!!!!!!! OH MAN OH GOD JEEZ also one time I had an energy drink and it was ATROCIOUS!!! and they put SO MUCH IN THEM!!!! they just HAD to make the drinks SUPER HUGE and give them EXTREME names like DEEEEMOOON, MOOOOTHEERRR, IIIIIIINK, RRRRRRAAARRRGGGGGHG ENERGY TO THE MAX ADFAHSDFOASDHFASDOARRRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;anyway I believe I said, "don't get me started on energy drinks." Well thanks a LOT GUYS, YOU COMPLETELY FAILED THAT ONE SMALL TASK.&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep sooooooo badly.&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhhhhhhhhhh goddddd I want to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Still my dad said I probably shouldn't go to school tomorrow and HELL YEAH I AM DOWN WITH THAT. This has been the WORST WEEK OF MY LIFE, for serious. Jesus christ!! I mean, it's not like serious bad. It's just all these small things building up to make this week lameass. That and it had no redeeming features whatsoever. It was just BOREDOM. ALL THE TIME. GOD. I just couldn't be BOTHERED doing ANYTHING. This probably has to do with it being mufti day and a whole heap of people being gone on a trip which gave a more laid back feel so no one really did much.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha I edited my el jay page so it looks all nice and fancy like. I'm a bit of a novice at the old CSS. Fun times!!!! And before, I was lying on the ground laughing hysterically and throwing raisin boxes in the air that I found under the couch which I found hilarious. God I'm a MESS!!!&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go to school. =[ I'm going to say, NAY&lt;br /&gt;weeeeeeeeell it felt good to get that all out. What a mess of garbled english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheh lastfm just found 700+ scrobbles on my ipod. WHOOHOO get ready, lastfm profile! YOUSA GONNA GET ATTACKED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kill me now plz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-3686666827866843321?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/3686666827866843321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=3686666827866843321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/3686666827866843321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/3686666827866843321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-my-god-im-dying.html' title='Oh my god I&apos;m dying'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-7832511859510459126</id><published>2009-06-09T22:18:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:30:10.707+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is an outrage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness ahoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and I&apos;ll suppress the rage I&apos;m feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STUPID FACES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='improvident lackwit'/><title type='text'>I'm afraid he couldn't "bee" here</title><content type='html'>I am in a super bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;I thought about this before in my mind, so I can't be bothered elaborating now. Let's keep it concise. I refuse to give a fuck what people think now. Don't you look at me disdainfully, with your "wtf srsly? that's so lame" face. People who look down on stuff think they're better than those who like stuff, because they can "see" that the thing sucks and they aren't deluded. I have talked about this before. Just PISS OFF. I don't give a shit. I don't care that doing something means you have no life, or that you have too much free time. I'll act however I want and like whatever I want and do whatever I want and say whatever I want and I don't care what you think because you are wrong. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;Glad we cleared that up. I'm not going to defend myself anymore because I shouldn't have to. So if you say "why do you like that band?" I'm not going to go, "I just do, okay! I just like them! I dunno!" I'll just say "what the fuck do you care? Piss off"&lt;br /&gt;complete with swearing. GOODNESS GRACIOUS&lt;br /&gt;See I only swear if I'm pissed off. It just seems unnecessary otherwise. Like a certain someone... who kept freakin swearing all the time the other day. It just seemed pathetic like they were trying too hard. And it was the way they said it, so harshly. Like FFFUCK with the F so hard and angry and disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;See in my head I swear a lot, and it's soft. You know, like, "aw crap not that damn hell ass crap bitches!" okay I don't say that. Hahah, what I'm saying is that it's just casual annoyance so the sounds are soft and roll off the brain tongue. But when you say it, it should come out soft as well if you don't mean it angrily. Look, obnoxious unnecessary swearing just angers me, okay?&lt;br /&gt;So shuuuut the fuuuuuuuuuck up! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GARRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;Also I hate getting put in to a mould. People seem to think lately that I'm cute and innocent and sweet and would never hit anyone, and I never swear tra la laa~~!!! Grrr. I'm not "cute" gtfo. I'm not a "hardcore cool tough dude" either. I'm in the middle. Don't mollycoddle me! AARGH screw you guys&lt;br /&gt;I need a friend who is like me but not. Someone who doesn't follow the constraints of society, using slang of the now and saying stuff like "just cassh." Woah how do you spell that actually? You know, casual without the ual. And doesn't always go on about having no life and doesn't always talk about OOOH BOYS SO HOT LOL!!!!!! someone who knows what I'm talking about, is a fandom person without the obnoxiousness you sometimes get with people who are always like "I has a cheeseburger" or "stupid song is stupid" because that's an internet person, not a fandom person. GOD DAMMIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-7832511859510459126?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/7832511859510459126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=7832511859510459126' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/7832511859510459126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/7832511859510459126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-afraid-he-couldnt-bee-here.html' title='I&apos;m afraid he couldn&apos;t &quot;bee&quot; here'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-6948971942755038259</id><published>2009-05-31T22:47:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:57:27.172+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DO I DAZZLE YOU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='there&apos;s no emoticon for what I&apos;m feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radical Jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THERE&apos;S A DOIN&apos;S A TRANSPIRIN&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GAY GAY GAY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WHAT WHAT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='improvident lackwit'/><title type='text'>I'm just a big toasty cinnamon bun</title><content type='html'>Okay, well, today I realised the full extent of my extreme... obsession. With this fictional character. I'M JUST REALLY INTERESTED IN HIS BACKSTORY, YOU GUYS!!!!! WHAT WAS HIS LIFE LIKE? WHEN DID ALL THESE HAPPENSTANCES OCCUR? WHY IS HE AWESOME AND NERDY AND ADORABLE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also I saw Star Trek and every character was awesome, basically. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty great. I did nothing for most of the day, before watching copious amounts of stuff avec mon frere. Then mon frere started playing his random bionicle computer game and it was hilarious and I laughed way too much and then I flailed over said person I am obsessed with and then I saw Star Trek and you guys, IT'S SO SO SO COLD!!!!!! Whoo!&lt;br /&gt;Also I missed 30 Rock and I must watch it because Jonathan was fired and Kenneth was his replacement as an assistant WHICH SOUNDED FAMILIAR and lol, 30 Rock, you are awesome and also I see what you did there. I see it. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood times.&lt;br /&gt;=}&lt;br /&gt;It was a good day!!! Nay, a great day!&lt;br /&gt;I just love that guy so much, you guys. Too bad he's, uh, you know, fictional. And gay.&lt;br /&gt;Look if you weren't aware that I was a nerdy poindexter, you are aware now! So there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-6948971942755038259?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/6948971942755038259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=6948971942755038259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/6948971942755038259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/6948971942755038259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-just-big-toasty-cinnamon-bun.html' title='I&apos;m just a big toasty cinnamon bun'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-6833346412434177467</id><published>2009-05-30T17:52:00.006+12:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T18:25:11.214+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s not relevant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hello'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting recounts of my interesting life'/><title type='text'>And he left them and went out of the city, into Bethany, and he lodged there?</title><content type='html'>Yeah... think about it!&lt;br /&gt;This was a very boring day. I woke up at 12.45? &lt;br /&gt;Ah well, it doesn't matter. I just lazed around.&lt;br /&gt;Boring.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I believe I shall continue to watch episodes of various* television shows online to pass the time. The weather was cool today. Lots of rain, a weird sunset, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*various= just one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fascinating life.&lt;br /&gt;Also I downloaded some Explosions in the sky and, well they're weird. All their songs are super long and there are no vocals? I was not expecting that. XD But now I know where Alice got that Look in to the air thing from.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps later I shall go on to indie exchange and find more music to listen to. I feel I should expand my music library as I keep listening to the same things. Hahah&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA: hahah I got distracted and started looking at icons instead. It's not my fault, okay? I just really like icons! And people make really pretty ones, okay?&lt;br /&gt;Jeez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-6833346412434177467?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/6833346412434177467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=6833346412434177467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/6833346412434177467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/6833346412434177467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-he-left-them-and-went-out-of-city.html' title='And he left them and went out of the city, into Bethany, and he lodged there?'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-2987376579759681950</id><published>2009-05-27T20:23:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T15:36:12.678+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this makes no sense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school is fascinating isn&apos;t it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WHAT WHAT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='improvident lackwit'/><title type='text'>What I would like though, is a Spanish peanut</title><content type='html'>ffffffffffeh.&lt;br /&gt;So you know what's good? I don't have to go to school tomorrow, and as such I can SLEEP IN aaah it's going to be AMAZING. Yay. And well I only have my French exam to go. That should be okay. Not so sure how maths went today. Once again I think I completely messed up the last question on account of my idiotic brain.&lt;br /&gt;Sooo yes. Hahah. Today I was all like "I want a Spanish peanut" and then tash had peanuts and I ATE SOME. So that was a great accomplishment. /sarcasm&lt;br /&gt;still it was fun eating peanuts???&lt;br /&gt;so I made this playlist with 90 songs on it. It takes six hours to listen to. XD I think I'll listen to it without skipping any songs tomorrow. My life: so fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after Friday morning I shall be freee for another four days, how spiffing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I had something to talk about...hmm. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeeell I'm just going to go now. I have two rad songs for you today. (OOH, GOODY!)&lt;br /&gt;Southern Girl and Zee Deveel by Incubus. Fun awesome times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-2987376579759681950?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/2987376579759681950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=2987376579759681950' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/2987376579759681950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/2987376579759681950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-i-would-like-is-spanish-peanut.html' title='What I would like though, is a Spanish peanut'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-3023313197744755561</id><published>2009-05-22T23:26:00.007+12:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T23:44:37.226+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DO I DAZZLE YOU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='there&apos;s no emoticon for what I&apos;m feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myoooose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radical Jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THERE&apos;S A DOIN&apos;S A TRANSPIRIN&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I ain&apos;t not a dorkus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WHAT WHAT'/><title type='text'>THE RESISTANCE</title><content type='html'>okay so I was just chilling on the interweb as I do at 11.20 at night, you know, and for no particular reason I go hey let's check up on twitter yeah? AND OKAY MUSELIVE SEZ: "Drum roll please... The new Muse album title is... The Resistance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE HAS AN ALBUM NAME&lt;br /&gt;also today on Rove they played Take A Bow&lt;br /&gt;AND AND ALBUM NAME ALBUM NAME&lt;br /&gt;it sounds pretty cool although it seems like quite a different style of album name to the others, I mean it has a "the" in it which the others don't and it's just: The Resistance what's up with that? And it would appear a confirmed song title is United States of Eurasia. Which is quite strange. I think the part of it I don't like is the United States bit but if the song is good then I DON'T REALLY CARE&lt;br /&gt;so the muse sites have all kind of had minor little explosions and whatnot WHOOO-HOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also today I had my first exam: english. It was intense. I kind of failed the unfamiliar texts part epically, lol. But I still gave it a try and wrote LOADS for Heavenly Creatures. There's just so much to write about for that one. ACTUALLY okay I didn't write loads. But I mean it all just blurted out quite easily, I did three pages and yeah that's not that much I believe Jordan did a great deal more than that. O_o I'm not even going to go there.&lt;br /&gt;And we had to write an extra opinion piece for the writing class. That was easy b/c I just wrote the same thing as I had the other day when we did a test one. Quelle useful!!! hahahaha lolwut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;I WAS REALLY FREAKED OUT ABOUT THE EXAMS BUT NOW I DON'T HAVE TO WORRY&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT IS FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;AND THERE IS A MUSE ALBUM NAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also did I mention MUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: lol it's been like 5 minutes on the Muse forums and already there's someone called The Resistance. Well played. I think I might have to snag a song title when more are released XDDD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Edit edit: aaaand someone with a banner in their signature saying The Resistance is coming. Well. It is the middle of the day in Britain and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;Edit edit edit: so I looked up Muscle Museum eps and only 999 were made and their is one going on ebay for 200 POUNDS. WTF!?!?!?! DAAAAAYUM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay I'm done now. In conclusion, the album title of Muse's next album is called The Resistance. We are shown this via use of the internet, popular social networking sites including Twitter and the front page of the official Muse website. This involves many verbal and visual features, such as not overplaying the release, just posting some information and allowing people to peruse with interest. This brings us back to the screensaver released at Christmas, which used many wide-angle and mid-long shots to give us as much information as possible, as well as close-ups of the band playing their instruments and singing.&lt;br /&gt;FASCINATING. =| HAHAHA SEE WHAT I DID THERE =|&lt;br /&gt;=|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-3023313197744755561?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/3023313197744755561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=3023313197744755561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/3023313197744755561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/3023313197744755561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/05/resistance.html' title='THE RESISTANCE'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-3936580422797194533</id><published>2009-05-14T17:52:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T18:02:44.450+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting recounts of my interesting life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='improvident lackwit'/><title type='text'>You have the brainpan of a stagecoach tilter</title><content type='html'>hehehe&lt;br /&gt;weird weather today! on the way to school, there was a HUGE rainbow in the sky. On the way back, there was a big raincloud in the middle of a blue sky, and underneath was a sheet of grey, everything else normal apart from this cloud with rain pouring down. It looked pretty awesome. &lt;br /&gt;Today we got the day off yay! that is to say the writing classes got to go to town and listen to all these people rambling about stuff. It was pretty cool. We bought lots of food and Lucy got an ice cream, making everyone late and of course, it melted and went everywhere. There's a reason we keep away from her when she has yoghurt. Or semi-liquidous foodstuffs of any kind. Liquidous is not a word, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was saying about the weather, as much as I hate winter the weather is awesome. I hate the freezing cold but if you look at the sky it's always insane. Bizarre coloured yellow clouds in the morning, peculiar lighting through steely grey clouds. whoo. The other day we were driving along and I was listening to Sing For Absolution and the weather was strangely... perfect for the song. It was really pretty in all it's strangeness. It was... sunset filtered through wispy clouds and made everything grey and slightly yellow. FUNTIMES also, super grey almost black clouds are cool too. Basically: The sky is REALLY AWESOME in winter. Also I love rain. I say I hate winter, and I do, but it's also completely rad.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, we got the day off, met with frwends and stood around waiting for the bus. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Sam brought her bass along in the morning and I stole her laptop to look up tabs. I played Feeling Good because it was the easiest. XDD And then she wanted her laptop back so I had to stop. Stupid basses and their thick strings =[&lt;br /&gt;Also, House on tuesday was molto bene. Freaky subconscious in the form of Amber, yay! And various other shenanigans.&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaanyway that is all I have to say right now, methinks.&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-3936580422797194533?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/3936580422797194533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=3936580422797194533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/3936580422797194533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/3936580422797194533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-have-brainpan-of-stagecoach-tilter.html' title='You have the brainpan of a stagecoach tilter'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-7686373170215495499</id><published>2009-05-06T20:26:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:03:39.775+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this makes no sense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I ain&apos;t not a dorkus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hello'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COFFEE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alabaster retard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WHAT WHAT'/><title type='text'>It's for you</title><content type='html'>Soo um well I clearly am not good with coffee because I made a mochaccino and instead of putting in one teaspoon I put it two? And now I'm all trembly like. Hahahah wish me luck getting to sleep!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I've been trying to study for an algebra test tomorrow since 5.30 ish. I mean yeah a lot of the time I was humming out of tune and frowning at my notes but STILL. I mean, The weird thing is I understand algebra? I mean way more than I did last year. It actually is not difficult, but when it comes to solving it I get all messed up like. Hoping to pass!!!! I depends what the questions are and I mean, we had 11 pages of notes. AAARRRGH. &gt;=[ I compressed them in to 5 pages but AARRRGGGHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afals;djkfawewithaowuwrskjfstktsdfklasdjfgdhag&lt;br /&gt;but UM I HAD FERRERO ROCHERS&lt;br /&gt;and and and&lt;br /&gt;the other day I had a science test&lt;br /&gt;and I got merit which was okay&lt;br /&gt;but but, only three people got excellence for the last question and I was ONE OF THEM. PROUD MOMENT!!! And I didn't even write much. Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah&lt;br /&gt;so anyway today was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;not really looking forward to tomorrow but WHATEVERSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;Let's just get it over with ehhhh&lt;br /&gt;seriously.... one extra teaspoon of coffee and I'm all like AAEEHEEYYYYEHEHEYYADSF WRGSLGAYGHEAYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH BTW: I WAS ON HOUSEWILSONLOL AND IT WAS TALKING ABOUT ONE OF THE NEW EPS&lt;br /&gt;SO&lt;br /&gt;HOUSE/WILSON: CANON AGAIN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-7686373170215495499?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/7686373170215495499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=7686373170215495499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/7686373170215495499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/7686373170215495499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-for-you.html' title='It&apos;s for you'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-5709125675044945577</id><published>2009-05-05T20:30:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T23:58:15.079+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myoooose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooray'/><title type='text'>BASSFACE</title><content type='html'>I JUST FOUND THE MOST AMAZING THING EVER&lt;br /&gt;EVER EVER EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A GIF OF CHRISTOPHER WOLSTENHOLME DOIN A BASS SLIDE A LA KNIGHTS OF CYDONIA AT HAARP&lt;br /&gt;GAHAHAHAHAHRRRR IT'S AMAZING HAHAHA I LOVE THAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....I totally had stuff to talk about but I totally can't think of anything now.&lt;br /&gt;So, Imma just pop in to say HI THERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWS IT GOIN&lt;br /&gt;I'm doin pretty alright!&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic! Glorious!!!&lt;br /&gt;Catch you later. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I don't care if you don't like Muse but if you only watch one Muse video in your life it should be this one.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Well, Matt grabs an amp, drags it along the floor, waves the mic around and then stands on it to play. Takes apart Doms drums while he's drumming, and then Chris randomly goes crazy and stands semi in the crowd? playing the bass over his head, then they smash up the drums. ANYWAY it's INSANE. Kind of blurry but TOTES IRRELEVANT. Whooooo!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TQmpfr0Ilpw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TQmpfr0Ilpw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Screw you, Warner Music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-5709125675044945577?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/5709125675044945577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=5709125675044945577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/5709125675044945577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/5709125675044945577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/05/bassface.html' title='BASSFACE'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-2351118437923023787</id><published>2009-04-27T17:56:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:12:38.961+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school is fascinating isn&apos;t it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness ahoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and I&apos;ll suppress the rage I&apos;m feeling'/><title type='text'>What's that? School is stupid? Why yes, yes it is!</title><content type='html'>ooh guess what I just removed from my room, a bunk bed that has been in there for 6 years. I MISS IT. =[ but I HAVE SO MUCH SPACE IN MY ROOM NOW. It looks really drab though. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have decided that I am only going to go on the interwebs when I am watching tv. Because if I'm not doing anything while watching tv I might as well go on the internet then. XD Wish me luck with sticking to this regime. I need to get a new desk now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! School tomorrow, that's going to be fun.&lt;br /&gt;Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do very much so not like it.&lt;br /&gt;Kay so Imma go now.&lt;br /&gt;=|&lt;br /&gt;House tomorrow. I don't want to watch it. =[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-2351118437923023787?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/2351118437923023787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=2351118437923023787' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/2351118437923023787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/2351118437923023787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/04/what.html' title='What&apos;s that? School is stupid? Why yes, yes it is!'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-467155646764635798</id><published>2009-04-27T10:38:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:40:17.103+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness ahoy'/><title type='text'>wrstfsffsskks</title><content type='html'>MOTHER TAKEN LAPTOP STOP&lt;br /&gt;RIDICULOUSLY TIRED STOP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah why are holidays ending today? I am so tired&lt;br /&gt;had weird dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fffffffffffffffeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything to say now.&lt;br /&gt;okay bye. &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/3850022044533806363-467155646764635798?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/467155646764635798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=467155646764635798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/467155646764635798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/467155646764635798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/04/wrstfsffsskks.html' title='wrstfsffsskks'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-6346544463036196018</id><published>2009-04-26T16:38:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T17:13:30.051+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is an outrage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this makes no sense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness ahoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and I&apos;ll suppress the rage I&apos;m feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STUPID FACES'/><title type='text'>Garrrrrrrrrr</title><content type='html'>Okay so school actually doesn't start on Wednesday. It starts on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;AARRRRGGHHHH&lt;br /&gt;MAN THAT'S ANNOYING&lt;br /&gt;a whole day of holiday taken away from me.&lt;br /&gt;......oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;=[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooooooooo yeah.&lt;br /&gt;=|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaaha&lt;br /&gt;coherency: I do not have it.&lt;br /&gt;Okay this next bit is me just... rambling about guitars and stuff. listing. guitars. completely boring so you don't have to read it XDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew Bellamy's Guitars are the most drool-worthy guitars in the world. If I won the lottery, I would kind of have to buy one. They're around 10,000 New Zealand dollars. They're insane. I love them. I love all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_________________________O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Glitterati and The Bomber and the most super uber customised one... that I don't know the name of. Haha it's called The Black Manson. The seven string Jazz Manson, The Seattle Manson and the M1D1 Manson (he smashed it!) Oooh I like the Mirror Manson. GAH SILVER BOMBER is uber shiny. Yes I AM telling you about all the guitars. In incredibly minor detail. Shut up. OOOOH Laser Manson. I've never really seen that one. IDK about the Ali Top one? Kaoss Manson... some of these guitars look pretty similar so Idk. ANYWAY YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;DROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL&lt;br /&gt;OH and that random guitar used in Hoodoo is ridiculously pretty. So yeah. Hahaha the rust relic one is cool. DUDE he has a LOT of guitars... or has had a lot of guitars. Phoar.&lt;br /&gt;He threw one in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASFASDFASD THE JT-RES ONE FOR PLUG IN BABY MUSIC VIDEO&lt;br /&gt;is AMAZING&lt;br /&gt;look you can just go now I'm just going to be flailing about these guitars okay. hahahaha. I'm kind of dying here though. These guitars are all EPIC. =D&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, wiki says he threw the guitar in to the sand, not the sea. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha fender stratocaster is an awesome name for a guitar&lt;br /&gt;oooh but the Hoodoo guitar is a PRS 513 and it's ridiculously cool&lt;br /&gt;ooooh Londaxe is a strange one&lt;br /&gt;woah what? an eight string bass? O_o&lt;br /&gt;and a ridiculously awesome electric double bass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY I could just ramble some more buuuuuuuuuuuuut I wont&lt;br /&gt;au revoir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-6346544463036196018?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/6346544463036196018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=6346544463036196018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/6346544463036196018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/6346544463036196018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/04/garrrrrrrrrr.html' title='Garrrrrrrrrr'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-7908642748241574618</id><published>2009-04-24T21:43:00.006+12:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:08:00.117+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is an outrage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this makes no sense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THERE&apos;S A DOIN&apos;S A TRANSPIRIN&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I ain&apos;t not a dorkus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WHAT WHAT'/><title type='text'>That particular entry is not awash with ambiguity</title><content type='html'>GAAARRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY OKAY SO&lt;br /&gt;so I keep seeing around livejournal "that particular entry is not awash with ambiguity" and I thought "that's weird" and AND AND I JUST HEARD IT FROM THE VOICE OF A PERSON AND NOW I DON'T KNOW WHOS EL JAY IT WAS ON AND I'M REALLY CONFUSED?????&lt;br /&gt;because &lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR I SAW IT RECENTLY&lt;br /&gt;AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO HAD IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY THIS IS BOTHERING ME&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT IS/!??!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;I MUST FIND OUT WHO HAS THIS ON THEIR EL JAY&lt;br /&gt;possibly their blogspot BUT I THINK THAT IS ALMOST 100% UNLIKELY&lt;br /&gt;unless it was an icon and in that case it will be relatively difficult to find. BUT WHATSOEVER, HABERDASHERY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to leave and sit in a puzzled pile of puzzlement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN CONCLUSION: I AM CONFUSED AND ALSO MILDLY BEWILDERED ALSO: WRRFFFFFFASDFASDFASDFSADFASAADSFASFDSADF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh woah hey, sorry this entry is mostly capslock. CAPSLOCK IS UNDENIABLY AWESOME. IN FACT, AFTER A WHILE OF READING THROUGH CAPSLOCK_HOUSE FOR A LONG TIME, I ENDED UP THINKING IN CAPSLOCK. YEAH, I WAS YELLING IN MY MIND. HARDCORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...look, it's just annoying, okay? Jeeeeez stuff like this ALWAYS happens to me. In different ways. But you know. *shrug*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-7908642748241574618?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/7908642748241574618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=7908642748241574618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/7908642748241574618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/7908642748241574618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/04/that-particular-entry-is-not-awash-with.html' title='That particular entry is not awash with ambiguity'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-5114267067238691806</id><published>2009-04-23T19:31:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T18:19:31.856+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this makes no sense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Whoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radical Jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musicos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GAY GAY GAY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alabaster retard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WHAT WHAT'/><title type='text'>Crazy Random Happenstances</title><content type='html'>Today I saw a sign that said "Smith and Jones". It made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;I have been browsing the website known as http://www.blogger.com to find other interesting blogs to read, as as such have saved quite a few with a handy device known as "taboo" it's really rather handy. I have also noticed that there are very few 15 year old females from New Zealand with an interest in Doctor Who.&lt;br /&gt;(That is to say, I have come across one, and that one was me.)&lt;br /&gt;Although I suppose that is quite specific, but it could be more specific. You know. New Zealand is small, but not that small. I do in fact know some other 15 year old females from New Zealand with an interest in doctor who but I would like to find some that I don't know. You know? Although there seems to be very few 15 year olds on here anyway. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah okay. Today my iPod has decided to fail, as in my computer doesn't recognise it. Then again that's probably fault of the laptop considering how sucky it is. YOU SUCK MR SUCKY COMPUTER. I should rename you that. Hopefully that passes y/y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. I started writing this last night, it's now 4.40 the next day. XDD&lt;br /&gt;I am full of random happy yaysquee? although I don't really like the word squee as it is associated with the word fangirl and well, freaky. But despite my dislike of extreme squeeing (it seems like a rather high-pitched profession): SQUEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for no particular reason, yay.&lt;br /&gt;Soo holidays are coming to a close, but at least I am safe in the security that I don't have to go back on Monday. Or Tuesday. Three day week, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT ENOUGH ABOUT THAT. Eugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo yeah I am happy as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Also have I ever mentioned how much I love the song Supermassive Black Hole?&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;And while we're on the subject Muse too. SADFASDGFTWAGADSF&lt;br /&gt;so I shall leave now, this is basically a post of me saying I am happy but not saying why. (Uh oh, I used to keep doing this over at livejournal... I will not let this blog become like that one! hahahahah don't worry I'll talk about actual stuff. XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO YEAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also one time (it was at Kahunui survival night) I had a dream where my brother was driving a car in a pay and park and pay type area, then we were in a forest and both had ipods and listened to Ziggy Stardust at the same time but when I woke up and thought about it I couldn't get Starman out of my head. Which was strange because it was Starman and not Ziggy Stardust, what's up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also I have lots of tabs open. In fact I have had this firefox window open for several days and it's getting quite agitaty. Although I usually have a thing open for several days at a time though right? I think it's because this time, I keep getting a popup saying "something is causing the adobe script to run slowly, would you like to close down?" and it's obviously for firefox so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I currently have 17 tabs open, I keep deleting them but then new ones keep popping up. I blame the youtube tabs, they're slowing down the system. !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-5114267067238691806?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/5114267067238691806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=5114267067238691806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/5114267067238691806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/5114267067238691806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/04/crazy-random-happenstances.html' title='Crazy Random Happenstances'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-2259356315708941200</id><published>2009-04-22T16:32:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T16:39:35.353+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Whoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I ain&apos;t not a dorkus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooray'/><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>Today I shall add music to the list!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;My toolbar has vanished yet again.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha Doctor Who. You know, when you do foreshadowing, it shouldn't be BLINDINGLY obvious what you are foreshadowing. Unless that's the effect you are going for. (ie showing the end before the beginning.) Let's see. Say... okay, the reaction you want people to have is something like this. "Hmm. Hmm?? Ooh. Ah. No, that can't be right. Maybe... hmm... oooh.... OOOH I SEE! AHA!!!!" and so forth. Complete with a look of dawning realisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should not go like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Person in television:] "He will knock four time-"&lt;br /&gt;[You:] "CHYEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!! WOOHOO!!! HAHAHA YEAH IN YOUR FACE, SOMEBODY!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in conclusion: HE WILL KNOCK FOUR TIMES. CHYEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH&lt;br /&gt;it is going to be awesome okay&lt;br /&gt;IT'S GOING TO BE AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: Nose Over Tail by Alkaline Trio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-2259356315708941200?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/2259356315708941200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=2259356315708941200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/2259356315708941200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/2259356315708941200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/04/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-7323621554911248503</id><published>2009-04-22T00:49:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T00:57:36.028+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='there&apos;s no emoticon for what I&apos;m feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooray'/><title type='text'>Yeah, I saw that one coming. And it was pretty great.</title><content type='html'>I am inexplicably happy? Okay it is explainable to some extent I guess... look little stupid things make me happy. Also I don't know what the time is because my toolbar has disappeared. So I will learn what the time is when I post this.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm happy. I need to sleep, but I am really really HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;We should all be purely happy more often. It's a pretty good feeling. &lt;br /&gt;Worried about the future? Don't be! Just be happy that the present is going pretty okay for you. Even if you feel like it isn't, well you probably have it better than some people in other aspects anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Of course when people tell you to "be happy and grateful and live every day to the max!" it seems like random lipservice and you don't truly feel happy because well those words just aren't inspiring enough. Yeah well then DON'T listen to them just be happy. That sentence... makes NO sense at all but you know what I'm saying. Well you should. Anyway you can always go on youtube and search up "boom de yada" because it's pretty cool even if it's mildly cheesy but still really pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY yeah I'm glad to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;....Yay. =]&lt;br /&gt;Stuff can be win. Take some time to ignore all the crappiness and be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Like, running around in a meadow with daisy chains happy. You know?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, okay then that's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's 12.50. ten to one? hahaha... whoops. better go to bed then. XD)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-7323621554911248503?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/7323621554911248503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=7323621554911248503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/7323621554911248503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/7323621554911248503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/04/yeah-i-saw-that-one-coming-and-it-was.html' title='Yeah, I saw that one coming. And it was pretty great.'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-1984635564347065631</id><published>2009-04-18T17:26:00.006+12:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T17:42:41.093+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s not relevant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this makes no sense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THERE&apos;S A DOIN&apos;S A TRANSPIRIN&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting recounts of my interesting life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alabaster retard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Hello, I'm normal again.</title><content type='html'>So.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly I have to post a lot of songs because I haven't been doing that. Again.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a lot of my dreams keep being set at my grans house?? Okay only two, but, last night it was at that house, the night before I don't really remember and the night before that it was set there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, um on one of those easter days (friday? idk) we went up to teh grans house and there was what seemed to be a night time rainbow? Bwuh? I can't think of anything else a large arc of light at night time could be. So yeah I was all like "oh hello supermassive planet orbiting earth! How are you doing" and that was fun. Also it was a big full moon. So we kept on saying "everybody look at the moon. everybody see the moon." and so on a lot.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Aaaanyway two nights ago I had this weird dream set at my Grans place. But it was all so relaxed. And there were loads of people there. Par exemple, my cousins were there, including their parents and mine, a whole bunch of friends were there (Including Geeg who for some reason was the only one I knew fully was there. I think she'd been windsurfing or something? hahah.) Some random fictional characters, some complete strangers and also for some weird reason Stephen Fry and Hugh Laurie. Yeah I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lots of random stuff happened such as everyone jamming on musical instruments (I showed off on the ukulele which I am Very Skilled At) and then we saw some whales. Aaanyway the whales were in this little lagoon thing at the end of the next door neighbours property. (Which was down on the beach so we had to walk down a little way.) Well the whales were in there, and there was a whole bunch of rocks separating the lagoon from the rest of the water. One whale took an elevator to get out???? (I. Don't. Know.) and the others jumped over. Although before they jumped me and ma mere jumped in the water but I quickly went under so that they wouldn't hit me with their tails or anything. Then because the house was right there I saw that on the walls were all these pictures of people (particularly from Doctor Who) and I flailed happily for a bit. Anyway so after that we all took this path around back to the house and I looked at this tree and Stephen Fry was angry at Hugh Laurie for not having pictures on his house with him in them. (Remember how I said I don't know? Yeah well I still don't)&lt;br /&gt;so anyway I continued on my way, we painted self portraits and threw them off the deck after combining them in to a super portrait of a sunset. SUDDEN abrupt switch to Wapiti at my school, where I am followed by a fictional character carrying a self portrait and yabbering on about it before being critisised by an art teacher. Right.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also random moment of spontaneity WHOO! Soo the other day? I got called by Alice who was in town with Our Internet Friend Who We All Knew For Some Reason But Only Laura Had Met and Alice said COME IN TO TOWN NOW and I was like UM WELL OKAY I'LL TRY and then After a few minutes of super negotiation we drove to the trainstation and I got a train in to town so I could stay there for like FORTY MINUTES and I met Our Internet Friend who was rad and then I had to go. IT WAS GREAT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also now I'm sick? As in, I keep coughing up delightful mucous like substances and when I do my heartal area feels like it's exploding and so does my throat and it makes weird raspy noises and and it's not nice and I taste blood sometimes and it's really painful and it came from FREAKING NOWHERE. So now I'm walking around coughing to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So um yeah&lt;br /&gt;fun times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSODIDYOUKNOWTHATDOCTORMASTERISKINDOFSEMICANONWHOOOOOOOOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-1984635564347065631?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/1984635564347065631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=1984635564347065631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/1984635564347065631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/1984635564347065631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-im-normal-again.html' title='Hello, I&apos;m normal again.'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-6311673497591059297</id><published>2009-04-17T23:49:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:59:20.019+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this makes no sense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIGHTMARE FUEL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WHAT WHAT'/><title type='text'>DON'T BLINK. DON'T EVEN MOVE. BLINK AND YOU'RE DEAD.</title><content type='html'>PARANOIA INDUCING STUFFFFFFFFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADVERTISERS WATCHING YOUR EVERY SINGLE FREAKING MOVE JUST SO THEY GET SOME MOAR MONEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREAKY TELEVISION SHOWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you tv tropes. I've missed inanely browsing your every last page. I have now stumbled upon nightmare fuel and co (OH HI TY STEVEN MOFFAT HEY WHO TURNED OUT THE LIGHTS ARE YOU MY MUMMY DON'T BLINK WTF BEHIND THE SOFA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaanyway. So yeah I've been on tv tropes. And I've been reading about a book called House of leaves. and paranoia inducing things, and nightmare fuel terrifying things. I...yeah. It's now midnight and I have to go to bed soon OH YAY THAT WILL BE FUN&lt;br /&gt;anyway on a non terrifying side of things I have lots to say but I wont say it right now because my fingers hurt and yeah I'm interested in scary stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to GO NOW BECAUSE THERE ARE NO LIGHTS ON oh wait there's one. ALTHOUGH I MUST SAY: YOU KNOW MY DREAM ABOUT THE PLANETS, WELL I SAW A RAINBOW AT NIGHT AND IT LOOKED LIKE A MASSIVE PLANET ORBITING THE EARTH AND IT WAS FANTASTIC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-6311673497591059297?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/6311673497591059297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=6311673497591059297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/6311673497591059297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/6311673497591059297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-blink-dont-even-move-blink-and.html' title='DON&apos;T BLINK. DON&apos;T EVEN MOVE. BLINK AND YOU&apos;RE DEAD.'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-3230364894736267606</id><published>2009-04-11T14:48:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:57:42.241+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is an outrage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s not relevant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DO I DAZZLE YOU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radical Jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musicos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooray'/><title type='text'>It's just a little airbourne.</title><content type='html'>YES I AM OCD BECAUSE I WISH TO ORGANISE MY VARIOUS DISPLAY PICTURES ON MSN.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though WHO DOES THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I am scrobbling lots of Muse so it becomes in my top ten. I must push The Killers (190 plays) away, Muse is currently on... 189? WHOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of The Killers it was EPIC WIN AMAZING WHOO. And The Checks opened for them (apparently they did that for Muse as well) and they were really good too, but The Killers was win on a stick. We had molto bene seats. That's probably not how you spell that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO I HAVE AN AWESOME SPACE INVADERS BAG, AND A MUSE POSTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A POSTER OF MUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASDFA yeah I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also it's the holidays and apparently it's easter tomorrow or something. If I do not get chocolate I will be sad.&lt;br /&gt;Doctor who on monday, hoorah&lt;br /&gt;and...yeah that's about it actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW SOMETHING?&lt;br /&gt;I AM SICK AND TIRED OF THIS:&lt;br /&gt;"I want to see Muse!"&lt;br /&gt;"THEY'VE ALREADY BEEN HERE TWICE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT EVEN MEAN??!?!?!?!!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay firstly? I KNOW THAT. Secondly: Is that supposed to imply that they're never coming back again? Thirdly: SHUT UP, I DON'T CARE ABOUT HOW MANY TIMES THEY'VE BEEN HERE, I CARE ABOUT THEM COMING HERE AGAIN. Fourthly: I saw an interview with them and the person said that they had already been here twice and would they like to come back and they said they would like to come back again. OKAY so I mean it's not like you are going to say "No I do not want to return here gtfo" but jeez BANDS SOMETIMES, YOU KNOW, VISIT PLACES MORE THAN TWICE. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone else says that to me I will have to hit them on the head with something. =D??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep using double spacing today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;190 PLAYS, WHOO. Okay this next one equals TENTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I make no sense then that's okay you can just ignore me I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;(PS I don't know why people don't like starlight I mean yes it's a single that gets played a lot but THE PIANO BIT. THE PIANO. HAVE YOU EVEN HEARD IT.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-3230364894736267606?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/3230364894736267606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=3230364894736267606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/3230364894736267606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/3230364894736267606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-just-little-airbourne.html' title='It&apos;s just a little airbourne.'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-3564701299858735089</id><published>2009-04-09T18:41:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:04:56.255+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DO I DAZZLE YOU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooray'/><title type='text'>IT'S READY TO RISE, DOCTOR</title><content type='html'>I HAVE IPOD SCROBBLING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on a weird doctor who OH HEY THE MASTER fun times youtube spree. (but not fanvids. WTF that stuff sucks. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE STUFF THAT IS COOL TO SAY BUT I WONT SAY IT NOW BECAUSE I'M SUPPOSED TO LEAVE... THE INTERNET. hey a thing just said ipod scrobbling- being determined DO NOT EXIT ITUNES FINE THEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO SCROBBLES WERE FOUND APPARENTLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except that they were. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-3564701299858735089?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/3564701299858735089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=3564701299858735089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/3564701299858735089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/3564701299858735089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-ready-to-rise-doctor.html' title='IT&apos;S READY TO RISE, DOCTOR'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-411446751011064461</id><published>2009-04-08T08:45:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T09:12:29.673+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musicos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alabaster retard'/><title type='text'>blehrhrhrh</title><content type='html'>oooh hey I am absurdly tired like all the time this week and I cannot wait for it to be over and, and and holidays next week and... today I am going to the killers WHOO and I am not allowed on the compucom so I have to type this at school and, and...whoo the killers is TODAY after school whoooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew veins on my arms in green vivid&lt;br /&gt;today we have this stupid p.e thing due which no one has done.&lt;br /&gt;um yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-411446751011064461?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/411446751011064461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=411446751011064461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/411446751011064461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/411446751011064461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/04/blehrhrhrh.html' title='blehrhrhrh'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-673663624898946695</id><published>2009-03-31T21:54:00.008+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:07:44.765+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bourgeois'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I ain&apos;t not a dorkus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GAY GAY GAY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and I&apos;ll suppress the rage I&apos;m feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alabaster retard'/><title type='text'>They cause me to, uhm, die.</title><content type='html'>Ooooooooooh I can totally play the beginning of Space Dementia&lt;br /&gt;it's pretty awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also I had a strange dream, and... hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I think it was because the thing it was based around I hadn't thought about much, and then that day I had been thinking about it more? It had been forced in to my mind? (which is a good thing)&lt;br /&gt;It was weird.&lt;br /&gt;STRANGE! I am amused by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I just heard some insane shrieking cats. Whoo.&lt;br /&gt;OH YES today I was told about this thing. Toxoplasmosis! It goes in rats, and makes them bold so they go out in the day and when they usually wouldn't go out, so cats are more likely to catch them, and then they poo and it goes in the dirt and people do gardening without gloves and then the parasite goes in their brain and EATS IT.&lt;br /&gt;Okay it doesn't eat it. But it's bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So because of this, I now believe that zombies will contain toxoplasmosis in them somewhere because they are so obsessed with eating brains. Zombies could just be a really massive toxoplasmosis parasite. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I have been downloading lots of muse videos from teh yewtyoobz. (wow what a messed up purposeful misspelling. Ftw!)&lt;br /&gt;Oops I should email that homework. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaaannnywayyyy... what's the deal with stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like rambling but not.&lt;br /&gt;Alsoo... I have this writing thing I have to resubmit and I haven't done it because it's LAME. L-A-M-E. I never want to see it again.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, you cannot expect a not very strongly opinionated person to write a strong opinion piece! Jeez.&lt;br /&gt;Grrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think people are too obsessed with intelligence? (I am now going to be completely hypocritical and say if I had the chance to be a genius then OMG PLEASE LET ME BE SUPER INTELLIGENT I WANT NOTHING MORE.) I mean you can't really blame anyone for anything, it's technically their parents fault.&lt;br /&gt;"you're dumb!"&lt;br /&gt;"blame my parents."&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, they are kind of the reason for everything that could be wrong in your life.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING! Although, why are they like that? because of their parents? So you can't really blame them. It kind of... doesn't work. BLAME THE WORLD! XD&lt;br /&gt;So yeah people shouldn't be so judgmental, it seems that you can ONLY get a good job, get in to universities if you are a super hard studier, hard worker, really smart and intelligent. It's not really fair to not allow people of normal intelligence who don't work super hard 100% of the time to go to universities and have an equal chance of a good life. Yeah hard work should be rewarded and all that but can you really expect every single person in the world to be extremely diligent? Some people still want to do well but personalities and habits will often get in the way of that. Some people just don't WANT to spend their whole weekend revising algebra. Life seems to revolve around school, and it really shouldn't. It does take up basically most of your life, but it's because of that that it shouldn't mix with outside of school life! You know? YOU NEED TIME FOR YOURSELF. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Also. School + home life? Today our dean was like "and so and so's grandfather just died, so be careful as she'll be quite fragile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made me... quite annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly- this obsession with community spirit. Look, people aren't going to bond over that sort of thing. People do NOT want their private lives ALWAYS being shared with complete strangers. It's not really appropriate, particularly if you don't know whether or not that person is fine with you discussing it with strangers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, you are more likely to be upset by someone sharing that news with everyone than you are by the fact that said person has died! I mean really, it's NOBODY'S business what happens in someone's personal life, and trying to pass it off as "I just don't want them to be insulted because this is a tough time for them" is not really a good excuse. &lt;br /&gt;It's also rude to assume someone's emotional state. Fragile? Come on, who likes being called fragile, especially when you are NOT feeling fragile? Just... no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Yeah. Too much influence put on intelligence and EXAMS and crap. YEAH intelligence is important obviously! But it's very... varied. Intelligence- decided at birth or depending on how much you are taught in school? Amirite?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what I'm trying to say here, but, you know, don't be so critical of less smart people. THEY HAVE FEELINGS TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, COMPLETELY UNRELATED, I don't know how to do a segue... (man is that correct spelling?) but LOL SLASH AND YAOI.&lt;br /&gt;See, some people (I think more the ones who use the term yaoi as opposed to slash but HEY GENERALISATION) like slash for the "hawt" and will find it "hawt" no matter who or what. Which is... pretty shallow. See, the "slash" things I like, I like them because they are FUNNY. &lt;br /&gt;I like quite a lot of things, but they pretty much all have a basis in LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;Sasunaru? LOLS AWKWARD ANIMATION!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well most naruto things are generally crack pairings considering I totally haven't followed the manga since like forever. (I miss good times old times naruto. CHUUNIN EXAMS FTW, nothing else compares really XD)&lt;br /&gt;Fotc? it's a COMEDY, any homoeroticism is going to be kind of epic lols.&lt;br /&gt;That one thing? AHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Does this make sense?&lt;br /&gt;No, most likely not. But what I'm saying is, I'M NOT SHALLOW. =|&lt;br /&gt;I think it's kind of silly to just go "OMG BOY LOVE KAWAII!!!!!!!!! SO CUTE!!! IF U DON'T THINK IT'S GUD THEN U R A HOMOHPOBE!!11 DEAL WIT IT, BUT EWW YURI IS LYK SO GROSS"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAA Okay I know it's not all like that don't worry, but you know. &lt;br /&gt;In short: hahahahahaha GOOD TIMES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is set out fairly messily so I shall depart for now. But I don't want to, because, I have to do that writing thing. VOMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO: What's the deal with all these vegetarian and vegan bands? Ugh, vegetables. How can you not eat meat? Oh well at least they have strong will power? hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO TWO: I seriously wish I could just live in this big loft apartment by myself. I feel like I would get so much more done. I would play the guitar and piano lots, read books, write, I would DO STUFF because, look. It gets boring with no one around and the computer gets boring too. So I will have to do other stuff. And if I am by myself in a nice aesthetically pleasing place where I can have a nice time I will be more willing to do stuff that is relevant to my interests. I always feel like I am being judged, which leads to me being unwilling to do stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I JUST WANT FREEEEEEEEEEEDOM&lt;br /&gt;and the money to allow me that FREEEEEEDOM&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah and did I mention I wish I was a GENIUS&lt;br /&gt;oh wait- I can't have any of these things. OH WELL!&lt;br /&gt;I added a new label in celebration of this. BOURGEOIS. &lt;br /&gt;(I have this thing where I am jealous of everyone having more money than me. OH CRAP I JUST REMEMBERED FOOD BANK TOMORROW. Hahahahaha wow jeez, close one? Anyway yeah and I go to my friends "but you're rich" and they get all insulted and go "no I'm not!!!" yeah but you HAVE MORE MONEY. It's just a fact, there is nothing implied that comes with that statement. Basically I- I want more money?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-673663624898946695?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/673663624898946695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=673663624898946695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/673663624898946695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/673663624898946695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/03/they-cause-me-to-uhm-die.html' title='They cause me to, uhm, die.'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-7965985568292471786</id><published>2009-03-27T18:15:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T18:19:44.316+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DO I DAZZLE YOU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alabaster retard'/><title type='text'>Does Blogspot tolerate these shenanigans</title><content type='html'>Let us find out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;font style='background-image: url(http://misc.inexistent.org/sparkle/sparkles/glitter9.gif);color:inherit; padding:5px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 45px;'&gt;&lt;font style='background-image: url(http://misc.inexistent.org/sparkle/sparkles/glitter3.gif); '&gt;&lt;font color='#ff1a1a'&gt;D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color='#ff5b1a'&gt;O&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color='#ff911a'&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color='#ff911a'&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color='#ffc71a'&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color='#ffc71a'&gt;D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color='#f7ff1a'&gt;A&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color='#b6ff1a'&gt;Z&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color='#70ff1a'&gt;Z&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color='#1aff70'&gt;L&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color='#1affb1'&gt;E&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color='#1affe7'&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color='#1affe7'&gt;Y&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color='#1ac1ff'&gt;O&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color='#1a7bff'&gt;U&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color='#2a1aff'&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMMIT! It cuts off the top. WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT&lt;br /&gt;still: cool. Maybe I should have done this on livejournal. They are more HTML FRIENDLY. Jeez.&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday. I am very very happy. It are good.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I want to watch doctor who? or... something.&lt;br /&gt;WHOO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-7965985568292471786?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/7965985568292471786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=7965985568292471786' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/7965985568292471786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/7965985568292471786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/03/does-blogspot-tolerate-these.html' title='Does Blogspot tolerate these shenanigans'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-4938027667902743118</id><published>2009-03-26T19:14:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:14:26.519+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is an outrage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='there&apos;s no emoticon for what I&apos;m feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness ahoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and I&apos;ll suppress the rage I&apos;m feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STUPID FACES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alabaster retard'/><title type='text'>GUESS WHAT</title><content type='html'>IT'S ACTUALLY: Ye olde town crier proclaimed crappy by all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY...well.&lt;br /&gt;I mean it sucked and was also cool.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to go into details about the sucky thing. (I forgot a neccessary item... neccessary for... getting merit. and...swimming.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I'M NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT THAT.&lt;br /&gt;Suppressing rage... repressing...suppressing...pushing deep deep down... it's not there, ignoring! La la laa~~~ I am happy and content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home at 6 today. Yeah. I didn't have anything to eat until 3.40, on the way home (which took about an hour) my dad went to the shop for the dinners and bought a bag of chocolate fish and some LEMONADE QUENCHER hahaha I hate the word quencher. I think I dislike words that start with Q. Anyway that was some really good lemonade. It was ICY COLD AND THIRST QUENCHING! hahaha man quench is such a SILLY word. So yeah. I have discovered the joys of drinking stuff out of cartons! IT'S SO EASY! Man. Good times. Tomorrow is Friday did you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad! First I had four followers, then one stopped following. Then I got another follower, and then another stopped following and seems to have baleeted their account and blog! I am sad. That is saddening! I liked their blog and didn't get to read their last posts. THIS ALWAYS HAPPENS, PEOPLE POST OKAY I'M LEAVING blogs and leave and I ALWAYS MISS THEM. Damn time differences.&lt;br /&gt;Hurm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to make more specific labels, like cheese, and stupidity. okay they are still fairly vague. I added another one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-4938027667902743118?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/4938027667902743118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=4938027667902743118' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/4938027667902743118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/4938027667902743118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/03/guess-what.html' title='GUESS WHAT'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-9040972444948708773</id><published>2009-03-25T19:42:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T20:01:19.381+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hello'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness ahoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting recounts of my interesting life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STUPID FACES'/><title type='text'>buhhhhhhhhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>guhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been tired all day&lt;br /&gt;and it was a perfectly fine day until now, I am in a bad mood now. Why? Just because I am.&lt;br /&gt;Lame stuff:&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is duathlon&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is piano&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is mufti and I will have to lug around my laptop&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow I have homework due at least it is not much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least I don't have writing tomorrow I don't think I could be bothered&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;so we went on a ~*~retreat~*~ thing&lt;br /&gt;it was alright&lt;br /&gt;I mean we did random group stuff and that was kind of mediocre and boringish&lt;br /&gt;and they put all the food on the tables (yeah fantastic idea shared lunch not)&lt;br /&gt;and when it was finally lunch I got like... a wafer, a chocolate fish, some piece of chocolate and two biscuits? the table was seriously decimated though. I wanted a sausage roll. Why were there no dinky sandwiches? I could have gone for some of them. So because I didn't really have anything to eat I ate the packet of starburst fruit lollies because I had anticipated not really getting anything to eat. Yay whoo me. I could always have brought a sandwich instead but you know whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random stuff: Today I heard Muse on the radio for the second time? But. The first time, I heard it for a second, it was you know a sort of intro for a person so it was like a few seconds before fading out. It was Starlight. And today it was for that 28th March lights out thing and it was in the background and it was Starlight. Hahaha lol singles&lt;br /&gt;also I had a really cool yet kinda freaky dream (am I freaking you out Bret? Is this a freaky dream?)&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THIS I HEAR ABOUT A FOTC MOVIE&lt;br /&gt;WHAT&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;ALSO FOTC SEASON TWO IS OFFICIALLY OVER IN ~*~THE STATES~*~&lt;br /&gt;that's sad.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my dream.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah another dream post stfu.&lt;br /&gt;So I was out in my backyard with lots of random people and it was... well, I do believe the correct word is twilight. Shudder. Something like that. Anyway it was fairly light but definitely dim. Anyway, I looked to the right and saw a planet. So you know those pictures, where there are really close up images of planets? Here's a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/ScnUepzgIXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/I3-27y1io8I/s1600-h/Little_Garden_by_Baro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/ScnUepzgIXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/I3-27y1io8I/s320/Little_Garden_by_Baro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317014458170614130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty! So it was like that. But you could sort of see it a lot clearer. Anyway, I believe that planet was the blue one with the spot on it. Is that Neptune? I'm not sure. So that was there. But then someone was like look! And I looked over my house and there was a MASSIVE planet. You could see the whole thing, anyway it was huge. I don't think it was any particular planet though. Then we looked back over by Neptune and in the distance you could see all the other planets. I think saturn had a whole bunch of little mini discs floating around it. No not like the actual rings but little circles... I don't know. And Pluto seemed to be a bright blue star. Then I looked over way to the left and there were all these stars, and they were sort of super pretty. And purplish. And I think I wanted to say this to my ma but maybe I did and maybe I didn't, I don't remember but it reminded me of a Muse poster I was thinking. This one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/ScnVuc_q7II/AAAAAAAAAFA/sAT_6KTZSe0/s1600-h/muse-poster-wembley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/ScnVuc_q7II/AAAAAAAAAFA/sAT_6KTZSe0/s320/muse-poster-wembley.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317015829121526914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the small planets started looking like cells with chromosomes and dna in them and I got a bit freaked out. Then it switched to some sort of freaky Kahunui thing that I didn't like (except it looked nothing like it and looked like a jungle and I think I have had a similar dream before.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well that's all I shouldn't talk about dreams but that one was particularly cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-9040972444948708773?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/9040972444948708773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=9040972444948708773' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/9040972444948708773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/9040972444948708773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/03/buhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='buhhhhhhhhhhhhh'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/ScnUepzgIXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/I3-27y1io8I/s72-c/Little_Garden_by_Baro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-531120984547836728</id><published>2009-03-22T17:35:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:12:11.728+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><title type='text'>Lazy Days</title><content type='html'>this has been a super relaxing weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Which is good. Well I would talk but I am super tired&lt;br /&gt;anyway methinks this will be a good week or something&lt;br /&gt;anyway I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;Meh, I am absurdly tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye&lt;br /&gt;wow this was a great post hahaah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-531120984547836728?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/531120984547836728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=531120984547836728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/531120984547836728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/531120984547836728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/03/lazy-days.html' title='Lazy Days'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-2316982163040260578</id><published>2009-03-20T22:56:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T23:11:05.503+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is an outrage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school is fascinating isn&apos;t it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STUPID FACES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alabaster retard'/><title type='text'>Small Chiseled Man</title><content type='html'>This place should have a better search engine. Such as letting you find people by age, and multiple interests and whatnot. YA KNOW? It seems hard to find random people here. That are your age. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, today kind of sucked a fair amount.&lt;br /&gt;I got a lot more of that piece finished! Le prof a dit (is that right? no I don't think so... du or something? maybe it's le prof a du. AAH whatevs) that we could have until Saturday at midnight. Hahahah. Whoo I guess I have to do that then. Also probably going to Lucy's on Saturday. Whoo?&lt;br /&gt;Man this is a semi-busy time, is it nearly holidays yet? Answer: not quite!&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't want it to be the holidays though. That's bad, apparently. Also... woah distracted by a cool music video. Evolution by Pearl Jam. It's cool, it's all cartoony.  Yeah anyway also I don't want it to go fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah this is a cool music vid, it seems like the sort of thing Tash would like. Lols. (yeah it's violent and historical and anime-ish)&lt;br /&gt;Well whatever! Can I have lots of money so I don't have to go to school please. I have this super dream of this awesome form of Home Schooling But Not Really, but I wont go there right now because it's 11.00 and I am really quite tired and always stay up late on- WHOAH HEY FLYING CAR GUYS it FLIES. OH PFTTT okay FINE it's not a flying car it's a ~*~roadable aircraft~*~ OH DEARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR THE NEWS JUST FAILED&lt;br /&gt;OHHHHHHHH CRINGE CRINGE THAT WAS AWFUL&lt;br /&gt;cut to thing about flight of the conchords, and on One news they spelt Jemaine's name wrong. HAHAHAHAH IT WAS MORE EPIC FAIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway yeah, I always stay up late on Friday, however! I feel tired and it's 11.00 and usually I'm tired but I go to bed at 11.30 and am different tired. ANYWAY. sleep in whoo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate Mc: Bringing you news updates round the clock, so you don't have to experience the awfulness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also: WHY must everyone EVER use business time when talking about fotc? GOD, IT'S LAME ARSE. &lt;br /&gt;I laugh at new zealand jumping on the fotc bandwagon. (okay shut up, I definitely didn't get in to them in like ~*~1993~*~, I was friggen born then) BUT I am NOT A BANDWAGON JUMPER AND SO I LAUGH AT TVNZ. I LAUGH AT YOU. Also, it's more lulzy because, tvnz rejected them, and now it's them who are jumping on the bandwagon, in other words basically ALL THE SIX TV CHANNELS!!! hahaha lol I kid, I kid. But you know you are a true fan when you read fanfiction about them. Not that I do that. (COME ON YOU GUYS IT'S PRACTICALLY CANON)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-2316982163040260578?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/2316982163040260578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=2316982163040260578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/2316982163040260578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/2316982163040260578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/03/small-chiseled-man.html' title='Small Chiseled Man'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-244162788075802320</id><published>2009-03-19T18:14:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T18:18:49.815+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is an outrage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school is fascinating isn&apos;t it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STUPID FACES'/><title type='text'>YOU KNOW, WHATEVER</title><content type='html'>SERIOUSLY, WHO CARES THAT I HAVE A 600 WORD OPINION PIECE DUE TOMORROW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because anyway actually none of my class have done it really&lt;br /&gt;today in class we were all like "aaah I don't know what to write I HAVEN'T WRITTEN ANYTHING" aaaand that was basically the whole class. So at least I'm not alone. I HAVE WRITTEN A SMALL PARAGRAPH THOUGH. Okay so 600 words= not much but THIS IS BIZARRELY DIFFICULT TO WRITE ABOUT even though everyone else has different subjects... it's just odd. Anyway I'mma try slowly pan it out, once I get going it will hopefully turn in to an incoherent mess of angry opinionated ramblings and I can say "it's just a draft copy!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO ON TUESDAY I HAVE A TRIGONOMETRY INTERNAL AND I FEEL OKAY ABOUT THAT, only problem is, that if you get you know one or more questions wrong (is it one question? or two? idk) THEN YOU FAIL WOAH and I'm worried because trig is one of those suspiciously easy things, however I have gotten one or two questions wrong and I am TERRIFIED THAT WILL HAPPEN AAAAAH AAAAAH&lt;br /&gt;anyway after tuesday it will be all good. Because it will. &lt;br /&gt;And despite the writing thing I am looking forward to tomorrow. Hoorah etc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-244162788075802320?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/244162788075802320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=244162788075802320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/244162788075802320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/244162788075802320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-know-whatever.html' title='YOU KNOW, WHATEVER'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-1775043101659513364</id><published>2009-03-18T20:02:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:11:51.481+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='there&apos;s no emoticon for what I&apos;m feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I ain&apos;t not a dorkus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hello'/><title type='text'>THERE'S NO EMOTICON FOR WHAT I'M FEELING</title><content type='html'>Number of times that dude said "oh my word":235987236987236598732478 times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH HEY, TENNIS WAS LAME because I didn't do anything because I'm not really sure why but I couldn't play doubles with anyone. FAIL&lt;br /&gt;anyway lol languageperfect IT IS MY GOAL TO GET TOP SCORE FOR BOTH SPANISH AND FRENCH&lt;br /&gt;and hey guess what I have&lt;br /&gt;for french I hadn't done any since this day and I was like, "okay starts playing" and then I saw that the top score was 199 and was like OKAY FINE I'M GETTING HIGHEST SCORE&lt;br /&gt;so now my score is 255 or something&lt;br /&gt;and for Spanish it's 55 because like no one has played on that one lol&lt;br /&gt;good times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, SCANDAL IN THE FOTC COMM&lt;br /&gt;so Alice you know how I was telling you about how it's all like ~*~falling apart~*~ well someone posted a fandom secret and although it didn't specify who or what it was about, I INSTANTLY KNEW IT WAS ABOUT EDIBLESTARS snarking badfic. It's the first secret too so go to http://community.livejournal.com/fandomsecrets&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU WILL SEE IT RIGHT THERE AND AND THAT'S WHAT'S HAPPENING. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so you know how I said I'm not going on the internet, well that was to make me only go on the internet when I had done my homework. Ok so I haven't done my homework but I AM WAITING FOR DINNER AND I'M REALLY HUNGRY&lt;br /&gt;hmmm I should probably start on that opinion piece. Hmm that's a dilemma&lt;br /&gt;DILEMMA OKAY&lt;br /&gt;shush at least I went on languageperfect to study for ~*~francais~*~&lt;br /&gt;yeah that's all, I thought I would tell you what a noob I am and also lol do balls actually target faces or something because I keep getting hit on the head/face by them. =|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-1775043101659513364?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/1775043101659513364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=1775043101659513364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/1775043101659513364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/1775043101659513364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/03/theres-no-emoticon-for-what-im-feeling.html' title='THERE&apos;S NO EMOTICON FOR WHAT I&apos;M FEELING'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-3942025771601850646</id><published>2009-03-16T18:16:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:41:28.502+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musicos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='encouraging message to self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooray'/><title type='text'>Oh hey I had a witty title that was actually some song lyrics but I don't remember now.</title><content type='html'>SO GUYS I AM TOTALLY NOT GOING TO GO ON THE INTERNET FOR THIS WHOLE WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;=|&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;STOP LAUGHING, I'M SERIOUS =|&lt;br /&gt;STOP IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So um that's my goal, to go on as little as possible, put it SECONDARY!!! So far that's not working (STOP LAUGHING) but I have an excuse: I had to get radiohead songs. SO THERE, LOOK AT MY LAST FM THING IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME =|&lt;br /&gt;basically yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know how that goes&lt;br /&gt;also, yay youtube sound is working again. Alice, Hurricane is indeed a pretty cool song and so is that Django James dude. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;Um yeah I think that's all. Good day.&lt;br /&gt;OH BY THE WAY those ads for that woo me site are SO FUNNY lols random synchronised dancing whoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Karma Police is an awesome song! As such, it is the SONG OF THE DAY. And I will post more songs. In fact I'll look at doing that right now for all you fascinated people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-3942025771601850646?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/3942025771601850646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=3942025771601850646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/3942025771601850646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/3942025771601850646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-hey-i-had-witty-title-that-was.html' title='Oh hey I had a witty title that was actually some song lyrics but I don&apos;t remember now.'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-1354561966666686328</id><published>2009-03-14T19:43:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T20:12:19.995+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musicos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooray'/><title type='text'>I've got soul but I'm not a soldier</title><content type='html'>Lol this post is fairly boring I guess? I mean whatever you don't have to read it lol... well that might make you interested so I should just delete all this but I won't so there, well don't say I didn't warn you okay&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm all kind of trembly right now kind of like when I give my sims more than one cup of espresso and they start trembling uncontrollably... seriously first time it happened I freaked bout. hahahaha nyway ubt not on that scale&lt;br /&gt;anyway this is what the fourth post of today hahaha???? Oh wait no just the third. ahaha&lt;br /&gt;but I wanted to talk about hte killers for some reason'ebcause omg (OKAY THIS IS JUST TALKING ONLY ABOUT THE KILLERS ALBUM SO SORRY IF THAT'S BORING I JUST FEEL LIKE RAMBLING AND GIVING A BLOW BY BLOW ACCOUNT OF AN ALBUM THAT CAME OUT AGES AGO LOLZORZ SORRY)&lt;br /&gt;i mean seriously I LOVE SAM'S TOWN SO FREAKING MUCH I kind of forget how much I actually like it&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to hot fuss because we got it and it's rpetty awesome but i looove sams town, I mean every song is epic win, I mean I love sam's town, it has that behidn the sea-esque (even though sam's town came first shutup) sound you know at the end all the chatting and noisiness, alsooooo yeah and also I love how the iintrolude thingy and exitlude are like "it seems like heaven ain't far away" and in somebody told me it's like "heaven ain't close in a plaCe like this" and I was all like OOOOOH&lt;br /&gt;aaaaand um, yeah also when you were young is awesome, I particularly like, "watch him now, here he comes, he doesn't look a thing like jesus but he talks like a gentleman ETC ETC" aaand bling confessions of a king I love... oooh I just lookekd up the lyrics and it's actually a word? AWWW! anyway I love So you sling rocks at the rip tide,&lt;br /&gt;Am I wrong or am I right?&lt;br /&gt;I hit the bottom with the hook&lt;br /&gt;Quite strange &lt;br /&gt;and the bit I love is the I hit the bottom with the HUH because that's what it sounds like and it's so cool, I mean HUH&lt;br /&gt;and for reasons unknown is RAD because it just is every bit of it and all that and my heart it don't beat it don't beat the way it used to ETCETERA&lt;br /&gt;Read my mind is good but I used to like it more than I do now but it's still muy bien&lt;br /&gt;OOOOH and Uncle Jonny is SO AWESOME hey man it's gonna be aaaaaaaaaalright bassline!!!!&lt;br /&gt;BONES!!!! DOO DOOO DODOOO, DOO DOO... DOOO DOO DOO, DOO DOO... um yeah DONT' YOU WANNA COME WITH ME and so on&lt;br /&gt;sorry this is a fairly boring SELF INDULGENT POST&lt;br /&gt;my list is good also&lt;br /&gt;AND MY FAVOURITE EVER IS THIS RIVER IS WILD OMG OMG&lt;br /&gt;THE CIRCUS AND IT'S CREW WELL THEY'RE JUST PASSING THROUGH, MAKING SURE THAT MERRY STILL GOES ROUND, BUT IT'S A LONG LONG LONG WAY DOWN&lt;br /&gt;or whatever OMG IT'S THE BEST&lt;br /&gt;why do I keep counting is also good&lt;br /&gt;and exitlude and white boys dance is weird but good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay um that's all&lt;br /&gt;lols aren't you glad I'm not talking about muse ahahahahahaha whoooooooo&lt;br /&gt;I should have made a music tag ages ago but I DIDN'T so there&lt;br /&gt;lols okay bye now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-1354561966666686328?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/1354561966666686328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=1354561966666686328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/1354561966666686328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/1354561966666686328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-got-soul-but-im-not-soldier.html' title='I&apos;ve got soul but I&apos;m not a soldier'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-2603670569455977576</id><published>2009-03-14T17:03:00.007+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T21:44:59.326+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radical Jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THERE&apos;S A DOIN&apos;S A TRANSPIRIN&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooray'/><title type='text'>Best. T-shirt. Ever.</title><content type='html'>Hear ye, hear ye, ye olde towne crier proclaimed sucky by all&lt;br /&gt;okay I'm sorry I don't know what that was about, and nevermind it's most likely inaccurate.&lt;br /&gt;Extra News: I can say the alphabet backwards. I know you can cheat on the compucom but: zyxwvutsrqponmlkjihgfedcba&lt;br /&gt;I think that's right.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and also: I was mistaken for a guy for the fourth time. AHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;So something cool: I got a moccachino, spelling? and it was super nice! and then I got home and my dad had gotten me one because I had been asking for one all day. So now I'm quite hyper.!!!! ANYWAY ANYWAY so I went to jay jays right, okay, and there was this t shirt there, and it had comic book guy on it and it said worst t shirt ever. Now this would have been the best t shirt ever had it not been for the fact that it was overshadowed by A WHOLE BUNCH OF MOTHERFLIPPIN FLIGHT OF THE CONCHORDS T SHIRTS.&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;SO SO SO, there was the blue eat sleep folk one with both of them on it, a white one with them as seen on the cover of the dvd (all disproportionate heads and whatnot) and the simple grey fotc one with the guitar with angel wings. I GOT THAT ONE&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS TWENTY FIVE DOLLARS AND IT'S SO NICE&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAH WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;AND EVEN MORE AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;So I have been totally wanting skinny jeans that are colourful, okay well I wanted lime green ones the most because LIME GREEN is basically my favourite colour, and also DOMINIC HOWARD&lt;br /&gt;they didn't have any green ones sadly, BUT I had secondly wanted red ones (and no Alice I am NOT copying you with the coloured skinny jeans thing, remember DOMINIC HOWARD) &lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY I GOT RED SKINNY JEANS AND THEY ARE SO AMAZING WOWW WOWOWOWOWOWHWOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;ALSO THEY ARE STILL DOM HOWARD, (SERIOUSLY THEY ARE THE SAME STYLE AND ALL, WHEOEEOEO) ALSO, BEING RED IS COOL BECAUSE THAT SEEMS TO BE MATTHEW BELLAMY'S FAVOURITE COLOUR, TRIPLE BONUS SCORE!!!!!!!!!!! LOLOLOL&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY I NOW HAVE AN OUTFIT FOR THE KILLERS (ALICE GOES ewww how UNFASHIONABLE where are your HIGH WAISTED SHORTS AND WAYFARERS BITCH, t shirt and jeans wtf? hahahah) just kidding ALICE JUST KIDDING seriously though, this is the perfect CONCERT-GOERS OUTFIT BECAUSE IT'S THE BEST T SHIRT EVER COMBINED WITH AWESOME JEANS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: HERE ARE EXAMPLEOS OF LIME GREEN JEANS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SbtboqN9UYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/cLwzPf3u1q8/s1600-h/THESE+ARE+THE+JEANS+I+WANT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SbtboqN9UYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/cLwzPf3u1q8/s320/THESE+ARE+THE+JEANS+I+WANT.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312940939499360642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-2603670569455977576?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/2603670569455977576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=2603670569455977576' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/2603670569455977576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/2603670569455977576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/03/best-t-shirt-ever.html' title='Best. T-shirt. Ever.'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/SbtboqN9UYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/cLwzPf3u1q8/s72-c/THESE+ARE+THE+JEANS+I+WANT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-1387220977965390245</id><published>2009-03-14T09:07:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T09:12:14.090+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is an outrage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness ahoy'/><title type='text'>Am I freaking you out, Bret? Is this a freaky dream?</title><content type='html'>I HAD A FREAKY DREAM. =[&lt;br /&gt;Seriously it was awful&lt;br /&gt;it started off with some random bits that I don't remember, anyway that's irrelevant. THE point is, we were driving in the car, and we got home and I was annoyed at my dad for some reason so I didn't let him in the house. Anyway he left, and I thought he was going to go through the windows, and I quickly went to shut the windows. Also I wondered why they were open in the first place, if you leave you are going to shut the windows! Anyway after doing that, I saw hamish outside and then I looked over to the grass and saw THIS RANDOM DUDE WITH SPIKY BLONDE HAIR WITH PINK TIPS AND IT WAS SO SO SCARY and I ran and hid under the couch because the curtains were closed over there so they wouldn't be able to see me hiding under the couch. And then my dad was sitting in the car and I got him to come inside and we all went inside, and he wasn't there any more and I went in to my room and my bed had been moved and my duvet kicked off and then I looked at the bunk bed and a bed had been MADE THERE. And then for some reason we were in the main bedroom and there was someone sleeping in there and we thought it was my mum but she was doing something random out in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY it was really scary and then after that I think I dreamed about the sims.&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-1387220977965390245?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/1387220977965390245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=1387220977965390245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/1387220977965390245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/1387220977965390245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/03/am-i-freaking-you-out-bret-is-this.html' title='Am I freaking you out, Bret? Is this a freaky dream?'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-9197607452030753383</id><published>2009-03-13T22:08:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T22:25:02.914+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radical Jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hello'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting recounts of my interesting life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooray'/><title type='text'>Longest. Week. Ever.</title><content type='html'>SO LONG&lt;br /&gt;MY GOD&lt;br /&gt;This week has been agonisingly slow. Usually I'm all "hey let's not want every week to be over really fast or else the year will be over really fast" but this week? dragged onnnnnnn and onnnnnnnn and I just wanted it to end. Also it's weird how people can think things go at different speeds. Wow I can't type today, I typed about five words in a row completely munted. hahahah. &lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I have a cold (whoop-dee-doo) which is probably most likely to blame. For the slowness that is. I mean it was FREEZING. The weather is actually completely messed up right now, one second it's burning hot and sunny, then stormy and overcast and cold, then pouring with rain! then sunny and hot! then overcast and SUPER WINDY&lt;br /&gt;I think there's seriously something wrong with this place. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's Friday now, yay. So it's been a pretty sucky week, probably to do with today being Friday 13th.. 14 15 usually I don't care about that, such as in year five when we went to Kelley Tarlton's to stay the night and everyone was like "ooh don't go near the eels they climb out!!!" and we were next to the eels and it was SO AWESOME. Seriously, it would have been EPIC to be able to sleep under the sharks (DUDE) but we couldn't, anyway I had a lot of fun chatting with this adorable eel.&lt;br /&gt;~*~memories~*~~!!!!! seriously it was so cute especially when it opened its mouth, wow I seem to have extremely vivid memories of that night. I mean, seriously vivid. It's pretty great. ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, it was suckymoto.&lt;br /&gt;But we were watching Rove and Rhys Darby was on it (whoo!) and that was cool and they said super massive black hole and I went WOAH MUSE hello and it was weird because they weren't talking about Muse but it was definitely from Muse.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Also there was a lulzy fandom secret that was like "I'm in a band, there is some fanfiction about me and another guy, the secret is we don't find it weird, we like it and sometimes act it out"&lt;br /&gt;and it was pretty hilarious, mainly because it just was, and although it was most likely fake I found it amusing that lots of people accused them of being Panic at the Disco. hahahahaha &lt;br /&gt;Good times.&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah. &lt;br /&gt;My cat likes to try and sit on my laptop. Annoying. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I guess that's all. Also I had another band dream! It was considerably better than the others because people PLAYED SONGS and it didn't fail. Although it was on a rather small scale but that's still cool. Also I'm not sure who it was for, however: I think at one stage, Nightwish were playing and Matthew Bellamy was standing in the crowd playing the keyboard. Uh, yeah. Also I dreamed about fandom secrets made about Pete Wentz and Joe Trohman. Seriously I don't know. Although Methinks Muse probably did play in that particular Dream. Also I had this weird image of the junior school at my school, only different. For the fandom secrets part. OKAY OKAY sorry for talking about my dreams, that's always a useless thing to do but still. Hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyyyyy well I guess that's all I have to say for now, au revoir&lt;br /&gt;also One Day I will upload all the songs of the now that I haven't done. Yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-9197607452030753383?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/9197607452030753383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=9197607452030753383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/9197607452030753383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/9197607452030753383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/03/longest-week-ever.html' title='Longest. Week. Ever.'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-5545883114205124063</id><published>2009-03-09T23:12:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T23:15:21.191+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is an outrage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness ahoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STUPID FACES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Il est froid.</title><content type='html'>You guys&lt;br /&gt;it is&lt;br /&gt;SO-&lt;br /&gt;SO COLD.&lt;br /&gt;It's... the ninth day in to autumn? And it's this cold?&lt;br /&gt;CURSE YOU AUCKLAND WEATHER&lt;br /&gt;curse you weather in general&lt;br /&gt;I hate winter so much&lt;br /&gt;the upside is storms but we don't have enough of those&lt;br /&gt;the minus one thousand degrees? No.&lt;br /&gt;NO. Nononononononononono&lt;br /&gt;I will rock backwards and forth surrounded by sleeping bags, blankets, tissues and hot chocolate for the duration of winter.&lt;br /&gt;Well I'd like to.&lt;br /&gt;Today was weird, going home an old person had gone the wrong way down a road and the car was just there, and they were just staring ahead, and someone fainted or something in assembly? Which was weird because it was like "BODY GOING DOWN" creepy deathlikeness&lt;br /&gt;anyway it was all rather weird&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's SO COLD&lt;br /&gt;I am really annoyed about that.&lt;br /&gt;Be warmer tomorrow please or I will be having serious issues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-5545883114205124063?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/5545883114205124063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=5545883114205124063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/5545883114205124063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/5545883114205124063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/03/il-est-froid.html' title='Il est froid.'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-8405117010067106184</id><published>2009-03-08T22:01:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:07:49.047+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radical Jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hello'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting recounts of my interesting life'/><title type='text'>EYYY</title><content type='html'>THE camera is broken&lt;br /&gt;and today we went to Real Groovy and I now have Showbiz and Origin Of Symmetry WHOOHOO!! So I now have the four main albums of... Muse. Hahahaah and also I got my heart will always be the b-side to your tongue (lolwut) which is a fall out boy acoustic ep and dvd which is pretty cool&lt;br /&gt;and (for reasons unknown, da da da the killers) my mum got infinity on high and hot fuss as well as showbiz? HIP AND COOL WIV DA MUSICKS AMIRITE and ALSO!! my dad got Lou Reed? or something? AND IT HAS THAT DUDE ON THE FRONT WHO LOOKS LIKE MIKEY WAY because I kept seeing that picture around and wondering who on earth it was so now I know. YAY!!!! Sorry it was really annoying me. Ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;and so I put all the cds I have on the table and sorted them and stuff and wanted to take a picture but Hamish broke the camera. Noob.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's ten o clocku and I want to do guitar and I have to have a shower (I don't know where that worm went by the way) and make my bed, awwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;but this was a good weekend because I wasn't worrying about homework because I don't have any!! Well technically I have spanish homework but I can find some way around that considering it was due in on Friday ehhheh.&lt;br /&gt;Well. Yup. Pfffffft school. Is lame. Seriously I have to endure another week now.. awwwwwwwwwwwwwww SUCKYNESS I suck at the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;I need to learn that song properly, I haven't properly!!!!!! I don't know it all yet and I am saddened, it's just the way of learning guitar is a lot less formulaic than how I learn piano so it seems more difficult to practice... or...something.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm going. Good day to you&lt;br /&gt;And yes also I want red skinny jeans and green ones and today I did not find any and I would like some. Please.&lt;br /&gt;Good day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-8405117010067106184?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/8405117010067106184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=8405117010067106184' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/8405117010067106184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/8405117010067106184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/03/eyyy.html' title='EYYY'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-428760688822016546</id><published>2009-03-07T12:23:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T12:26:19.033+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THERE&apos;S A DOIN&apos;S A TRANSPIRIN&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting recounts of my interesting life'/><title type='text'>THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH MY HOUSE</title><content type='html'>No seriously, I just went to go and have a shower and I found this thing on the wall in there. It looked like a black worm, basically, or a lumpy sort of fungus, anyway I left feeling relatively freaked out and came back and it was MOVING VERY SLIGHTLY&lt;br /&gt;IT IS ALIVE&lt;br /&gt;So no shower for me, which is annoying as I need to wash my hair so I just put my head in the sink and poured water over my head.&lt;br /&gt;...................&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;What is WRONG with this place&lt;br /&gt;Can't we win the lotto or something&lt;br /&gt;one day the bathroom is probably going to fall to bits&lt;br /&gt;SIGH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that's all really&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-428760688822016546?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/428760688822016546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=428760688822016546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/428760688822016546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/428760688822016546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/03/there-is-something-wrong-with-my-house.html' title='THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH MY HOUSE'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-8868230957540900056</id><published>2009-03-06T22:26:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:18:41.798+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I ain&apos;t not a dorkus'/><title type='text'>I cannot think of a title HELP</title><content type='html'>The other day I had a dream where Muse "played" at my school in the hall. But they just stood there with guitar hero guitars and everyone in the very tiny crowd had one too. And I was teleported away and had to run back, while a man discussed Childrens Day as I ran across a field and how it's not very good because the kids who get abused are going to get abused anyway.&lt;br /&gt;FUN FACT the day was actually childrens day and I was sleeping in the lounge because there were two spiders in my room (shut up) and it was the morning and ma had turned on the radio and I went back to sleep and had the dream and the radio was IN MY DREAM&lt;br /&gt;anyway that was a non amusing fact of the day&lt;br /&gt;So it seems whenever I have dreams about bands playing, they all suck/something goes wrong? hahahah I want another band dream to see if this trend continues. Also it would appear I am going to see the killers, hoorah hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys it's Friday&lt;br /&gt;this means that nothing at all will happen! Whoohoo I love it when that happens&lt;br /&gt;And also it sucks because I want to talk about that band that I like but I am sure no one really cares about how much I like the band because I talk about it too much right now&lt;br /&gt;also- today was the opening of the ~*~graphic novel~*~ section in the library (man I forgot the in the library bit and realised that was very unspecific and rude to the confused readers of which there are very many) it was very exciting. the writing thing was not such a big deal because we get to edit them and whatnot on Monday so that's okay?&lt;br /&gt;Today I had a cookie from the tuck shop and it was NOT AS GOOD as the cookie that Lucy had had on Wednesday. I was upset&lt;br /&gt;And yay I have very little homework this weekend which is good because lots of homework on the weekend is unpleasant.&lt;br /&gt;okay... I should go to bed soon. Good day. Or night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyy also at some point I am going to watch Higurashi No Naku Koro Ni Kai because some people on fs were like THIS IS TERRIFYINGLY SCARY so now I want to watch it despite hating terrifying scary stuff and finding it difficult to watch Blink, I mean srsly what&lt;br /&gt;but not right now because it's night time lol and I want to go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-8868230957540900056?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/8868230957540900056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=8868230957540900056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/8868230957540900056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/8868230957540900056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-cannot-think-of-title-help.html' title='I cannot think of a title HELP'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-261606283149459068</id><published>2009-03-05T22:10:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:26:26.179+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radical Jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hello'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='encouraging message to self'/><title type='text'>Buhh???</title><content type='html'>Okay things to do before Going to bed tonight (at like 10.30 or something please do not want 11.30)&lt;br /&gt;Finish that stupid fall out boy game- oh hey I finished it!! ahaha it's like the stupidest best game ever. Everyone died except Joe, WHOOHOO&lt;br /&gt;Write down a general idea of that idea I had (seriously you have to do these things properly or you look at them the next day and go "buhh? buuuuhhhhhh??? what does this even mean?" and you don't even think it's a good idea any more and think it's lame and ignore it. Inspirational stuff always comes at the worst time. Amirite&lt;br /&gt;finish writing poem- WHAT THIS IS SO DIFFICULT it's due in tomorrow and it will be assessed for ~*~credits~*~&lt;br /&gt;it's IMPOSSIBLE&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaah!!!&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaah!!!&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swimming ruins stuff!!!! because it takes out about an hour and a half of your time and afterwards you is mucho tired.&lt;br /&gt;and it's all stormy and rainy and if I hadn't taken my phone to swimming (I never do)then my dad would have forgotten to have picked me up. Ahahahaah oh dear&lt;br /&gt;yeah I had other stuff to talk about but that is all for now because I have to do those writing things- problematic!!&lt;br /&gt;and also a rad song is Map of your Head and oh it happens to be by Muse. I KNOW I KNOW shut up, but it is seriously epic because it's all acoustic and dinky? but not dinky? and he makes these swallowing sounds and it's totally great.&lt;br /&gt;Also my computer wants me to restart because of virus thingies. Okay&lt;br /&gt;That is all good day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCITING STATUS UPDATE: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-261606283149459068?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/261606283149459068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=261606283149459068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/261606283149459068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/261606283149459068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/03/buhh.html' title='Buhh???'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-53929887806588859</id><published>2009-03-02T17:40:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T17:57:06.884+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school is fascinating isn&apos;t it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting recounts of my interesting life'/><title type='text'>LET THE FOOLS HAVE THEIR TAR-TAR SAUCE</title><content type='html'>Doo-dee d000&lt;br /&gt;so yes I am quite indeed a Libra type person&lt;br /&gt;indecisive and always changing opinion&lt;br /&gt;ahahah&lt;br /&gt;anyway we had a duathlon type thingy today. It actually wasn't that bad but for some reason I sucked at swimming despite usually being quite good at it.&lt;br /&gt;I was in a bad mood in the morning, and then I had iced coffee at lunch and it was delicious I haven't had it in so long.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway now it's 5.40 and I've just been on the interwebs. WHOO&lt;br /&gt;so I need to eat my lunch, I didn't get to have any but I don't really feel like it but I need to anyway so there.&lt;br /&gt;I got a bit of sunburn of course, I can not go out in to the sun without getting sunburnt seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was loading a whole bunch of tabs and I have them all open now and want to try them ahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Basically homework is lame.&lt;br /&gt;What is this crappery?&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAH holy crap I just looked out the window and saw a person peering through the blinds of the house next door. They weren't looking this way but for some reason it freaked me out. Ahahahaah! They were like right up against the window like "WHAT IS THIS HELLOO"&lt;br /&gt;I... don't know. Really.&lt;br /&gt;Also DID YOU KNOW I really am still obsessed with Muse&lt;br /&gt;Did you know&lt;br /&gt;yeah probably&lt;br /&gt;THERE IS A LOT OF STRANGE HOSTILITY IN THE FOTC COMMS OVER AT LIVEJOURNAL.&lt;br /&gt;Ediblestars gotted a new journal. &lt;br /&gt;'Tis strange, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;yeaaaaaaah I am getting off the internet soon. &gt;=[&lt;br /&gt;there was a quote about 64 slices of american cheese, and I cannot remember the next bit. This distresses me far more than it should.&lt;br /&gt;You know what the HELL&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm going to eat my lunch- hey my brother is at camp and I am the only person at home for basically the whole night... whoohoo. More excuses for me to procrastinate, BUT I MUSN'T&lt;br /&gt;wait. what?&lt;br /&gt;musn't? come to think of it that does look strange. mustn't. yeah... I dunno there. How odd!&lt;br /&gt;BASICALLY SOME STUFF IS SUCKY, SOME STUFF IS NOT&lt;br /&gt;And I have not written a song of the now for a while. I will do that at some stage.&lt;br /&gt;(also the other day I played the sims and looked through the photos of one particular family, I felt ashamed because I COMPLETELY forgot about one of their kids. Anyway it was totally cute, GOOD TIMES GOOD TIMES)&lt;br /&gt;pfffffffft lamefaces. New fotc episode out tomorrow, hmm I wonder what it will be like.&lt;br /&gt;AU REVOIR GOING TO DO NON-INTERNET RELATED STUFF NOW&lt;br /&gt;apart from looking for more tabs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO WHAT IS WITH PEOPLE SUDDENLY ABRUPTLY CHANGING STUFF AND MAKING PEOPLE THINK THEY ARE ANGRY AND HATEFUL AT THE WORLD&lt;br /&gt;WHAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO I am so so tired right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also "He took his lover’s mouth in a long, slow kiss he knew neither one of them would forget even though they were destined to never speak of what had happened between them on this chilly night in New York again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also WHAT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-53929887806588859?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/53929887806588859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=53929887806588859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/53929887806588859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/53929887806588859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/03/let-fools-have-their-tar-tar-sauce.html' title='LET THE FOOLS HAVE THEIR TAR-TAR SAUCE'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-3594379056455760279</id><published>2009-02-25T21:12:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:14:15.079+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THERE&apos;S A DOIN&apos;S A TRANSPIRIN&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GAY GAY GAY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooray'/><title type='text'>HEYYY</title><content type='html'>HEY guess what I feel WAY BETTERER NOW&lt;br /&gt;thanks to Flight Of The Conchords... that was kind of wow.&lt;br /&gt;As in wow wow wow ahahahaha wow.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;OH NOES A SHORT POST THIS IS APPALLING&lt;br /&gt;okay that's all&lt;br /&gt;(seriously though... WOW)&lt;br /&gt;(my new tag might give you a hint)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-3594379056455760279?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/3594379056455760279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=3594379056455760279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/3594379056455760279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/3594379056455760279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/02/heyyy.html' title='HEYYY'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-8150548097101455161</id><published>2009-02-25T18:53:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:42:00.273+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness ahoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting recounts of my interesting life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STUPID FACES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alabaster retard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Shit</title><content type='html'>God, what the fuck-ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's my swearing quota used up for the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fairly obvious how my day was. *looks up at title)&lt;br /&gt;yeah, I bashed my foot, hardcore. I could barely walk.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot my lunch (yesterday I forgot my p.e gear) and I had a sucky lunch and two icy thingies, most of which fell on the ground&lt;br /&gt;I got complained to about NCEA&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to tennis because of foot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that seems like not much sucky stuff but it was lamer than your face when it's been smashed to a pulp. Or alternatively lamer than my foot.&lt;br /&gt;And I am feeling all angry about stuff, you know "moral high ground" stuff okay I don't think moral high grounds have anything to do with it really, but annoying stuff that angers me, such as myself ignoring said things because of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;If that made sense, you win a prize, ahahah. (theprizeisaslapintheface)&lt;br /&gt;In cheerful delightful news, yaay I love flight of the conchords again. I missed them muchly. Hoorah.&lt;br /&gt;WOAH NEWSFLASH&lt;br /&gt;okay just learned conchords ep 6 is up, BRB DOWNLOADING&lt;br /&gt;that's honestly the single best thing that happened today. Although there were some good things such as that horrendous poem Lucy read us, writing in the morning "WEB OF SEXY LIES!" and english where we paid no attention whatsoever and got twink on Jordan's copy of romeo and juliet which was absurdly funny for some reason. Hahahah seriously it was so great&lt;br /&gt;anyway it's all good because apparently Bret and Jemaine wear sweatervests and play tennis in this next episode and apparently the ending is sad making but HEY I DON'T CARE, SWEATERVESTS YOU GUYS&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, and lol at the breaking news&lt;br /&gt;WHAT&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;seriously. that's well messed up jesus christ on a bicycle&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that's all I feel much better now and so does my foot. Not by much but still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-8150548097101455161?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/8150548097101455161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=8150548097101455161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/8150548097101455161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/8150548097101455161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/02/shit.html' title='Shit'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850022044533806363.post-6545274719667940054</id><published>2009-02-15T10:52:00.007+13:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T11:04:18.651+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is an outrage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THERE&apos;S A DOIN&apos;S A TRANSPIRIN&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness ahoy'/><title type='text'>What-nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!</title><content type='html'>bwuh??????&lt;br /&gt;um...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no peeing squence!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are busy being overly watery so tears are slowly trickling down my face, a) because I was shocked so they started being overly watery and b)they get like that in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY AM I THE ONLY ONE UPSET&lt;br /&gt;okay so maybe the angry ones will appear at some time. Still.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway what else was I going to write about?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaah&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah!! right!!! that 13 year old kid who had a baby with a 15 year old?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, brain cannot compute. That is just wrong on so SO many levels.!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I mean I'm not even going to go there because of all the wrongness. And not to mention the kid looks like he's 8.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT&lt;br /&gt;WHAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS UP WITH THE WORLD RIGHT NOW??!?!???!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;WHAT&lt;br /&gt;okay I'm going.... going AWAY from the internet where there is, at the moment, NO WEIRD STUFF!!! (okay lies! but in my general vicinity there is no weird stuff.)&lt;br /&gt;And later, later I am going to play the sims 2 and go to Strangetown and see Pascal and Nervous because of fandom secrets and I haven't been on the sims 2 for a while okay&lt;br /&gt;SO I'M LEAVING THE INTERNET FOR TODAY&lt;br /&gt;ALSO I'M GOING TO BUY HEADPHONES TODAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850022044533806363-6545274719667940054?l=funkyphasers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/feeds/6545274719667940054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850022044533806363&amp;postID=6545274719667940054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/6545274719667940054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850022044533806363/posts/default/6545274719667940054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyphasers.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title='What-nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!'/><author><name>Kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7ACxLG4wQY/Slm9PCetTwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TZenQbvML5E/S220/th_avatar_matt16.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
