<?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-7384695</id><updated>2011-08-08T21:56:06.908+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Cathartic Vomitorium</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm not alone, I'm just on my own.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-8454099798677196801</id><published>2010-07-18T03:34:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T05:06:02.480+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want to know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Where to start? It's been an interesting but weird 9 months. My sister got married and I had to wear a dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There's this hot regular customer that comes in, orders her customised drink all bitchy like and then leaves. So I made it a point to remember her name and her drink (Caramel Frappuccino Blended Coffee, double blended, no whip cream and extra caramel drizzle). I usually just say "hi..the usual?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So one night she comes in as per usual orders her drink, girl friend pays and they sat directly opposite the hand off plane  while I was making her drink. I did not think anything of it at that time.**This will start to make sense later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Days/Weeks passed, while I was training a new partner on register, she orders her drink, I make small talk, then she out of the blue asks for my name. I stumbled verbally for a second and told her my name. From then on when she comes in I'd start to flirt with her. No harm there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;During summer, I remember it was a hot day. I was walking back from work, with head phones on. I had to stop at a red light when suddenly I felt a tug on my sleeve. I turned around to find her standing there. She flirted with me and vice versa. I didn't take it seriously as she is the kinda of girl that KNOWS she's hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyways, one day while I was having dinner with a group of friends, she rocks up with a mutual friend and sat directly opposite me. Then she goes to tell me that she likes me. I was like "really? really??" We made small talk and then we parted ways.**See I told you it'll make sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Next thing I knew she added me on FaceBook and she asked me to meet her. I met up with her for coffee and got to know her. While we were having a conversation, she kept saying that she can't look me in the eyes because she likes me. I walked her home to her apartment. She kept asking me to go up to her apartment to see her cat. We started making out in a bus stop in front of her building. I finally stood up and told her I had to leave as I had work the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I spent the next 5 days txting and spending time with her at her place. She was really flirty and trying real hard to seduce me. She's like an addiction. The more I resist, the harder it gets. So I gave in and I finger blasted her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then after that, she kinda blew me off. She had excuses for me not to come see her. I finally confronted her and she told me she got over the crush she had for me. I was like WTF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fine, I let it go. Then she kept txting me to hang out with her. I was thinking "fine, let's give this friend thing a go" Big mistake. The more I spend time with her, the more I realised that I like her. I confessed my feelings for her but it wasn't mutual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The thing is every time she comes to see me she gets all flirty with me and I get really confused. She'd change her clothes in the same room I'm in, She'd flirt with me on Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She's got a boyfriend and she'd flirt with me. BIG HEADACHE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I haven't seen her in nearly two months and when I saw her today, I told her that I've gotten over her. What would you do if the person you had feelings for, after you've told her that you're over her, steers the conversation to her body and asks you to cup her breasts to feel if they've gotten any bigger and to caress her inner thighs? Of course I copped a feel. Hells yea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Back to the point, I really think I'm over her. I just feel a sense of loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mood: Tired&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music: Tegan and Sara - On Directing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-8454099798677196801?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8454099798677196801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=8454099798677196801' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/8454099798677196801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/8454099798677196801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-dont-want-to-know.html' title='I don&apos;t want to know'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-1381239487852750169</id><published>2007-08-07T21:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T23:39:27.818+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Constant game of falling short</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8 months since my last post, and I've graduated and have my PR. I didn't know what my plan was after that. But I really thought I was over it. I started going to the gym, stopped my meds and stopped seeing my shrink. In hindsight I really shouldn't have done that. I removed my support structure before I was ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I removed all prospects of feeling anything for anyone and built a wall around myself. I was confident nothing could penetrate my rock solid defenses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then she showed up and breached it. I allowed myself to finally feel again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I guess I should start from the beginning. I started hanging out and spending time as part of a group with this girl at work. She's indirectly sarcastic as hell to customers, has a brilliant mind and has more artistic talent in her little finger than I could ever think to possess. But I like her just as a FRIEND. Nothing else. Until I got stoned with her. All of the sudden I couldn't keep my emotions in check. I started feeling things that have lain dormant. I started hanging out with her a lot. I'd wait for her to finish work when I have my day off or finished my shift and have dinner with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I look forward to when I get to spend time with her and feel happy whenever I'm around her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I got really scared. She's straight and has a boyfriend back where she's from. In order to have some sort of control, I decided to tell her how I felt, knowing that I expected nothing to progress out of it, but just to let it out and in a way, move on. I told her last week and I was nervous as hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; I really, really like you, but I know that you're straight and I understand and I won't push it. I will totally understand if this makes you uncomfortable and you do not want to hang out with me anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She: &lt;/span&gt;I'm flattered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I like you...as a friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I like hanging out with you, I have guy friends that like me and I remain friends with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;But have you had a girl liking you before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She: &lt;/span&gt;Not that I know of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then she gave me a hug and I kinda left it at that and went to work. We haven't talked about it since. I saw her at work during the weekend and we both acted normally. I wasn't sure how or what to feel between the time I told her until the time I worked with her. But today when I hung out with her with a group of friends I was initially distant and stand off-ish. But then I noticed she was a little quiet and not her usual self. So I put aside my feelings even though I was hurting inside and be her friend, listened to her problems and cheered her up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I still like her a lot and it's driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I put myself through this ordeal again? It hurts. Make the pain stop. Please.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood: Back in the pit&lt;br /&gt;Music: Tegan and Sara - Dark Come Soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-1381239487852750169?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1381239487852750169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=1381239487852750169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/1381239487852750169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/1381239487852750169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2007/08/constant-game-of-falling-short.html' title='Constant game of falling short'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-116619162650649593</id><published>2006-12-16T00:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T01:07:06.516+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Blow my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2 months since my last update, and it's time for more mental unloading. Been working alot lately. I had a friend from Canberra visit a few weeks ago, she had tickets to the taping of Rockwiz.  It was pretty good. The next day we had after dinner drinks at a backpackers' pub, then we went to meet my friends at The Peel. It was a fun night out...got really trashed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I got my results on the 30th of November, and at the moment after I got my results and I passed, I was relieved. But now lately, I've been feeling really empty inside and my insomnia's gotten worse andI don't know why. Is it because I still don't know what I want to do in life? I've lost my way and my compass is broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-116619162650649593?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116619162650649593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=116619162650649593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/116619162650649593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/116619162650649593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2006/12/blow-my-mind.html' title='Blow my mind'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-115815701403901589</id><published>2006-09-13T23:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T15:04:45.473+10:00</updated><title type='text'>When you were young</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Back again for more cathartic vomit. Was watching old 90's music videos of the Spice Girls (yes, I liked the Spice Girls, no, wait, correction..I like Mel C. but anyway, I digress) and The Cardigans' My Favourite Game on youtube. 10 years on, I'm depressed, bi, living in another country, still studying and accomplished nothing. Would I have done anything differently if I knew the things I know now back then? Would I have made the same mistakes? Actually, I've accepted and like being bi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my last legs, and I'm tired. I really think that this is my final chance. Anymore failure on my part will push me over the edge.&lt;br /&gt;My shrink tells me that the dreams I've been having of undead/mummies/shadows chasing me are of my subconcious telling that I'm avoiding issues. Shut up subconcious, leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music:&lt;/span&gt; The Killers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-115815701403901589?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115815701403901589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=115815701403901589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/115815701403901589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/115815701403901589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-you-were-young.html' title='When you were young'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-114304598993584471</id><published>2006-03-23T03:42:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T03:46:29.946+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex, drugs and the complications</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Was hanging out with a gay friend tonight who was a bit depressed...misery looooves company. So anyways, we hung out, had dinner at a japanese restaurant, had waay too much sake then went to this topless bar near flinders street. With a name like "Hosie's Tavern" who knew it was a topless bar? Went in grab drinks from this cute topless bartender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/thirsty.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;, sat down and watched some shows. The second stripper was HOT! RWAR! Had a "couple of drinks" stayed for 4 shows then went for a walk-about trying to find a specific brothel that he insisted was on Market street. I was so drunk by then, heh. We ended up over at Southbank and after much debating on which direction to walk, we found it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;It was an interesting night suffice to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt; Tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music:&lt;/span&gt; Placebo-Meds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-114304598993584471?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114304598993584471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=114304598993584471' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/114304598993584471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/114304598993584471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2006/03/sex-drugs-and-complications.html' title='Sex, drugs and the complications'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-114296113144132683</id><published>2006-03-22T03:38:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T04:44:28.786+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Four seconds was the longest wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I went out clubbing with my shifty after the closing shift on satday morning at 2am, he took me to this gay club at collingwood called The Peel. I'm surprised to say, I had a great time dancing and drinking and perving at the hot looking guys and girls. Went back at about 5, slept at 7 and woke up feeling all sore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;After my shift ended at 8pm last night, I went out just chilling and drinking with my collegues and had a venting session on stupid customers and the newbies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Still don't sleep well and keep having fucked up dreams which are so mish-mashed even I don't understand it. When I wake up, the first thought that crosses my mind was "what the fuck??".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I haven't been attending uni for the last week. I just can't be buggered. I'm seriously considering just jumping ship and getting a graduate diploma. GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can tell you there's no more road to ride&lt;br /&gt;Everyone will tell you there's no place to hide&lt;br /&gt;There's no laws or rules to unchain your life&lt;br /&gt;But the ones who didn't make it&lt;br /&gt;The ones who couldn't take it&lt;br /&gt;So glad they have made it out alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone loves the fun everyone comes by&lt;br /&gt;In the wind I crunch I want to die&lt;br /&gt;They can give me pills&lt;br /&gt;Or let me drink my fill&lt;br /&gt;The heart wants to explode far away&lt;br /&gt;Where nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe she said that&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe she said that&lt;br /&gt;I said I hate myself and I want to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of it is innocent&lt;br /&gt;The other half is wise&lt;br /&gt;The whole damn thing makes no sense&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could tell you a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey come here&lt;br /&gt;Let me whisper in your ear&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself and I want to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe she said that&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe she repeated that&lt;br /&gt;I said I hate me myself and I&lt;br /&gt;I said I hate myself and I want to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;--- Cat Power : Hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt; Depressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music:&lt;/span&gt; Sleater-Kinney - Jumpers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-114296113144132683?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114296113144132683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=114296113144132683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/114296113144132683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/114296113144132683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2006/03/four-seconds-was-longest-wait.html' title='Four seconds was the longest wait'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-114180592989076238</id><published>2006-03-08T04:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T04:12:31.550+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Queer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A couple of weeks ago while I was at a friend's new place, we were having a discussion on band names after we saw an ad for the new Wolfmother album. Then it shifted to what would I call my band if I had a band; it ranged from Stinky Socks, RJ45...and now after I 've given it a little more thought, Coffee Monkeys! How cool is that? HAhahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Gawd...why can't I sleeep?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood:Tired&lt;br /&gt;Music: Iron On&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-114180592989076238?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114180592989076238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=114180592989076238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/114180592989076238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/114180592989076238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2006/03/queer.html' title='Queer'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-114174597529964590</id><published>2006-02-27T02:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T02:42:52.353+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-arrange Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Been busy as since I got back from home. I got back on the 14th of Feb night and attended the Tegan and Sara concert on the 15th, I missed their apperance at JB-HiFi since I was still technically flying over the ocean &gt;.&lt; The concert was awesome, even better than the last one since I was front row centre and took heaps of pictures :) but this time they didn't come out to sign stuff :(&lt;br /&gt;Their opening band Iron On was pretty good, go check them &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://www.abandcalledironon.com"&gt;out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I was working a 40 hour week before uni started, and with the really hot weather, it was totally insane! All I can say is I really really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; making frappucinos now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mental update: Still fucked up and still popping pills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt; Getting sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;: Iron On - I had to read it Twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-114174597529964590?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114174597529964590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=114174597529964590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/114174597529964590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/114174597529964590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2006/02/re-arrange-me.html' title='Re-arrange Me'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-113664141730621458</id><published>2006-01-08T00:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T00:43:37.316+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not OK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Went back home on wednesday, and I've had enough, I wanna go back to melbs now. Pleaseeeeeeeeee?! Don't make me stay!! I know, I know...I sound fuckin selfish. But its not like that!. I mean I'm glad to see my nanna, family and friends. But my dad has this way of making you feel unworthy with a word. Either that I'm being a paranoid android and need to take my meds regularly...probably the latar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fuck..Fuckity McFuck fuck....ARGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mood: Melancholy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Music: Tegan and Sara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-113664141730621458?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113664141730621458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=113664141730621458' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/113664141730621458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/113664141730621458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-not-ok.html' title='I&apos;m Not OK'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-113514301536690851</id><published>2005-12-21T16:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T16:30:15.376+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;updates, updates...hmmm, I had a dream a couple of nights ago. I dreamt that I was on a rusty dingy space ship. My back, chest and throat was slashed but bandaged up, but the blood is staining the white gauze. There's this girl on the ship that look erriely like Kiera Knightley. I was lying next to her, bodies touching, altho it hurt like hell because of the slashes, I still wanted to fuck her and she me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when I don't take my meds, product of a deranged mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went for the Green Day concert at Telstra Dome On Satday. Awsome concert! Fireworks, flames, pyrotechnics the lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-113514301536690851?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113514301536690851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=113514301536690851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/113514301536690851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/113514301536690851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2005/12/updates-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-113284088092623850</id><published>2005-11-25T00:46:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T01:01:20.956+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Need more time to figure me out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Didn't fill my perscription for a couple of days...so I was without my meds and was feeling very very down. Plus I discovered that I have weirder vivid mish mash dreams than I normally have.&lt;br /&gt;Exam results come out next week...sigh...definately bound to fail a unit...fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To drivers that yell out abuse at pedestrians crossing when the green walking man is still lit, fuck you, what the fuck is your rush? Screw you and I'll see how you like being a pedestrian when, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; if you lose your license! Wankers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tegan and Sara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-113284088092623850?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113284088092623850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=113284088092623850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/113284088092623850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/113284088092623850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2005/11/need-more-time-to-figure-me-out.html' title='Need more time to figure me out'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-113163208695922996</id><published>2005-11-11T01:05:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T01:15:44.660+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Wearing me down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Finished my exams a week ago...phew! and I think I'm gonna flunk at least one paper...grrrrrrrrr...just couldn't concentrate...it was as if my mind turned seive like and everything I've read just fell through....sigh..why? why?? WHY???!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It's gonna be a month since I started working Part time...and I guess it's good cos I get out of the house and meet people and I get some spending money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mood: Stoic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Music: Tegan and Sara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-113163208695922996?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113163208695922996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=113163208695922996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/113163208695922996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/113163208695922996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2005/11/wearing-me-down.html' title='Wearing me down'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-112904459198222039</id><published>2005-10-12T01:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T01:30:35.480+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired for Days and Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmmmm...updates, well, I have 2 assignments due on Friday and I haven't really done anything except research, exams are barely 2 weeks away, I have a test next week as well as training for a part time job I just applied for. Great time management, just fuckin great timing. To top that off, I'm feeling tired all of the time. I'm not complaining about the job, heck I NEED a job, but the timing is just fuckin bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Further updates IF I survive the coming weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt; Exhausted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music:&lt;/span&gt; Tegan and Sara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-112904459198222039?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112904459198222039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=112904459198222039' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/112904459198222039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/112904459198222039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2005/10/tired-for-days-and-days.html' title='Tired for Days and Days'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-112782849865060803</id><published>2005-09-27T23:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T16:51:49.443+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I know you're dying to</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Attended the Garbage concert at the Palais theathe last night, well, at first I didn't really get excited or feel anything...I know I've been wanting to attend a Garbage concert for years and years...yea, so got in, got 2nd row, middle seats, Opening act came, played and went...lights were turned off, Butch, Steve and Duke came on, and Shirley 'fuckin' Manson come on singing 'Queer' and I was mesmerized. I was up on my feet cheering, yelling, singing, head banging, jumping and moving to the music. I just couldn't take my eyes off her at all, she was coy, bitchy, sultry, and oh so sexy all at the same time, and man oh man the concert was amazing. The band played songs from all of their albums. The best mainstream concert ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I found out that the only time I allow myself to feel is when I attend concerts, all my emotions come flooding out in that 1 1/2 hours. Attending concerts is my new therapy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/916/452/400/DSC01656a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;mmmmmm....RWAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;/strong&gt;Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music: &lt;/strong&gt;Garbage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-112782849865060803?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112782849865060803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=112782849865060803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/112782849865060803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/112782849865060803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-know-youre-dying-to.html' title='I know you&apos;re dying to'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-112740800349011979</id><published>2005-09-23T02:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T02:54:23.820+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me by the hand and tell me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;What's the point in life when all you do is masticate, defecate, masturbate, procreate and wait for the cold grip of the grim reaper to clutch your shoulder and drag you off in the end? I know that's an overly simplified and pessemistic explaination to life, but fuck it...that's how I view life right now. It's been nearly a year since I became and stoped being a cutter, well, the addiction started again. I just couldn't hold off the urges that started a couple of months ago any longer. On top of that, it seems like my family don't talk to each other, go figure...and problems are mounting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Feeling fucked up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Tegan and Sara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-112740800349011979?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112740800349011979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=112740800349011979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/112740800349011979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/112740800349011979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2005/09/take-me-by-hand-and-tell-me.html' title='Take me by the hand and tell me'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-112558884406158323</id><published>2005-09-02T01:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T03:08:06.556+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings up and leave me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Ghost of the past haunts the living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Can't go on living this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Emptiness inside needs filling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;yet it gnaws and the hunger grows each day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;'till you're rotten to the core&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Listening to songs that make you slit your wrists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;can't seem to drive the ghost of the past away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Been holding on for far too long nothing left to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Time to chase the pain away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;with pills and booze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The high I felt from the birthday weekend came crashing down on Monday. No gradual descent, oh no...not when I haven't felt this happy in years. It was like stepping off a cliff and plunging down and hitting the ground smashing every mental bone in my head. I felt hopeless and desperate, I really really wanted to cut myself and end it all right there and then. The pills kicked in finally and I managed to get it all under control and the calm numbness washed over me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My counsellor asked me the other day whether it was still worth it to come see him and spill my guts out. I replied," Yea, otherwise I'd hurt myself or attempted to slit my wrists a long time ago"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I guess the problem with me is I keep things bottled up inside and slip on my mask to the outside world and become the cheerful, happy go lucky person. I tend to detach myself from feelings or feeling anything at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mood: &lt;strong&gt;Melancholic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Music: &lt;strong&gt;Tegan and Sara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-112558884406158323?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112558884406158323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=112558884406158323' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/112558884406158323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/112558884406158323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2005/09/feelings-up-and-leave-me.html' title='Feelings up and leave me'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-112513033289402069</id><published>2005-08-26T23:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T23:42:44.193+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak Slow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's my birthday!! I can honestly say that this has been my best birthday ever and I'm happy...got that? &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY! &lt;/strong&gt;It's such a weird feeling I haven't felt this way in a very very long time. My friend gave me the First season of the L word and to find it I had to solve her riddles...drove me absolutely nuts! My sis gave me a shirt with french cuffs and cuff links! how cool is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then I attended the Tegan and Sara concert at The HiFi Bar..fucking brillant! The songs they played was excellent, the on stage banter they had was excellent....what can I say? IT was EXCELLENT!!! And the best part was Rob the drummer began throwing drumsticks into the crowd and my friend helped me get one!!! And it got signed by Rob and Tegan and Sara!!! W000t!! I got heaps of stuff for Tegan and Sara to sign and pictures..heaps of pictures!!! Meeting them in real life was so cool, they're so down to earth and friendly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/916/452/400/DSC01346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/916/452/400/DSC01342.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;mmmm....Sara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/916/452/400/DSC01289.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mood: &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Music: &lt;strong&gt;Tegan and Sara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-112513033289402069?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112513033289402069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=112513033289402069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/112513033289402069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/112513033289402069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2005/08/speak-slow.html' title='Speak Slow'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-112412953682891821</id><published>2005-08-16T03:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T00:20:32.606+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not alone, no I'm just on my own</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Been having a couple of 'slit your wrists kinda day'(no, i didn't come up with that phrase) lately...the meds don't seem to be workin right..i have an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach and I just wanna curl up in a ball under my doona and hide from the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It seems to me that there is a season for break ups...usually happens in the middle of the year, in a two year block. A couple of friends are goin through break ups right now. What's the point of putting all your feelings into a relationship when you end up getting your heart ripped out and stomped on? &lt;strong&gt;That's why I don't do fuckin relationships! &lt;/strong&gt;I have trust issues i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sigh, 10 more days until Tegan and Sara...dunno if I can last that long..&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FUCK I hate feeling this way!!! I just want to grab myself by the shoulders and shake myself hard and yell "Snap out of it!! Stop wallowing in your self pity you stupid fuck!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mood: &lt;strong&gt;Bleh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Music: &lt;strong&gt;The Donnas - Dancing with myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-112412953682891821?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112412953682891821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=112412953682891821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/112412953682891821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/112412953682891821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-not-alone-no-im-just-on-my-own.html' title='I&apos;m not alone, no I&apos;m just on my own'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-112262575498936923</id><published>2005-07-29T17:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T18:29:15.336+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you see my problem?: the sequel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The change in medication is making me feel horny 70% of the time!! At first I thought it was because of the weed binge I had in NZ...but that's been out of my system ages ago. I wake up horny and heck I even attended a lecture in that state. Suffice to say that my concerntration was shot and I was on edge for the 2 hours. Gaaaah...I need to find a fuck buddy, and sooon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Went to Spearmint Rhino on Sunday night, that place is classy as! Had my first lapdance from a tall, blond and very very pretty girl. RWAR! very sensuous and sexy. I spent about $160 on 2 dances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mood: Tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Music: Placebo - Peeping Tom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-112262575498936923?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112262575498936923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=112262575498936923' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/112262575498936923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/112262575498936923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2005/07/do-you-see-my-problem-sequel.html' title='Do you see my problem?: the sequel'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-112185624575609912</id><published>2005-07-20T20:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T05:31:33.203+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you see my problem?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First things first, passed all my units...phew...load off my mind. Since the doc changed my medication, I've been sleeping better..slept 16 hours yesterday...hmmm...too much I reckon..but I still have frickin weird as dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/916/452/1600/signneda.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/916/452/400/signneda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Went to the state library to see Neil Gaiman on Monday...w000t! He is such a cool and friendly guy. Got him to sign a couple of stuff :) Highlight of me week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; content&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Tegan and Sara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/916/452/1600/signned.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-112185624575609912?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112185624575609912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=112185624575609912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/112185624575609912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/112185624575609912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2005/07/do-you-see-my-problem.html' title='Do you see my problem?'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-112053876995548416</id><published>2005-07-05T13:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T14:46:10.003+10:00</updated><title type='text'>We Were So High</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Arrived back from New Zealand last night after a stopover at Christchurch. It was good spending time with Kiwiboy and just catching up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1:&lt;/strong&gt; arrived at Wellington at 11.55pm, by the time Customs were through with me, it was 1.30am. Kiwiboy and gf came and pick me up. On the way to paraparaumu, we stopped by the beach and kiwiboy rolled a J. Mmmmmm...the first of many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2:&lt;/strong&gt; Woke up at 11am, had breaky with kiwiboy's mum, then started the journey to Auckland. The desert road was freezing and there were pockets of snow everywhere! Had dinner at Taupo (brrrr...freezing!) and continued our way to Auckland. Arrived in Auckland at 11pm and decided to grab a motel room. Smoked another J and had the attack of the munchies...gf was sooo funny when she's stoned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 3:&lt;/strong&gt; Woke up at 9am and kiwiboy cooked breaky..eggs and bacon....mmmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Dropped gf at school and we went to the city. Picked up gf at 2pm and went to her house to pick up some stuff. Then kiwiboy kinda got lost trying to get to my cousin's place :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 4:&lt;/strong&gt; Kiwiboy picked me up after dropping gf at school. Spent some time in the city. Had dinner with kiwiboy's aunt, then went back to the city, smoked more J's and went to watch War or the Worlds stoned...hahahahah...mmmmm munchies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 5:&lt;/strong&gt; Dropped gf off at school while we made our way to Rotorua. Got there at around 7pm. Freezing Frost Monkeys it was cold!!! Had dinner in the city...which was weird cos the was plenty of cars parked, but where's the people?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Bought a couple of beers and went back to the motel. Did some canning, drank beer, got shit stoned in the spa.Got huge attack of munchies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 6:&lt;/strong&gt; Did more canning and went to the Luge at sky gondolas...it was fricking excellent. Fast speeds with wind in hair is good! Did more canning and went to the hot springs and mud pools. It's freaky when you see it stoned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Made our way to Taupo for the main event...BUNGY!!!! Arrived there at 4pm, did more canning...tried persuading kiwiboy to bungy...to no avail. The platform's 47 metres high but I was too stoned to care. The guy strapped my feet, I hopped to the edge, looked down and stepped off. Oh holy fuck went through my mind as I fell, but my mouth wasn't connected to my brain at that moment. Instead, "ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH" came out. W000t!!! what a rush!! I was physically and mentally flying!! Went back to the car and went to Huka Falls and did more canning and looked at the rapids. Had dinner and we were off. 5 to 6 km after we passed Mangaweka, kiwiboy's car suddenly lost power. So there we were, on the side of the road, out in the middle of the wop wops in the dark and cold. So what did we do? did more canning and kiwiboy called his friends to pick us up and we spent the night at Palmerston North.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 7:&lt;/strong&gt; Made our way back to Paraparaumu, smoked Js and bonged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 8: &lt;/strong&gt;Woke up at 8am, bonged a bit and went to the airport. Checked in, smoked a J and had a beer....mmmmmm it was all goood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fun Fact 1:&lt;/strong&gt; very very cold in Wellington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fun Fact 2:&lt;/strong&gt; Smoking Js, bonging and canning for 7 straight days makes a person very horny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; still stoned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Tegan and Sara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-112053876995548416?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112053876995548416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=112053876995548416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/112053876995548416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/112053876995548416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2005/07/we-were-so-high.html' title='We Were So High'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-111936845013991987</id><published>2005-06-22T01:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T01:40:50.156+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Need Rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One year since I started this blog and I reckon it's good to put my thoughts to "paper". Never was one to start a diary or journal, but I guess it's good to rant and unload the day's happenings and worries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;One year since I 'discovered' Tegan and Sara's music and I haven't stopped listening to them at all :) I listen to them at home and on the mp3 player whenever I go out. Freaky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I just watched Batman Begins...and it went beyond my expectations...suffice to say that the last two sucked ass, but compared to the first 2, Batman Begins is waaay better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Started a little project spray painting my CPU casing...only time will tell on how it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mood: &lt;strong&gt;Tired&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Music: &lt;strong&gt;Tegan and Sara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-111936845013991987?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/111936845013991987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=111936845013991987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/111936845013991987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/111936845013991987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-dont-need-rest.html' title='I Don&apos;t Need Rest'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-111926350809683245</id><published>2005-06-20T20:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T20:31:48.233+10:00</updated><title type='text'>No Where To Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tegan and Sara&lt;/strong&gt;...coming...in August...concert...on my birthday...w00t!! &gt;does a little dance and bounces off the walls&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;...and that's the highlight of my weekend. Still in tough negotiations with the Sandman on the sleep issue...damn you Morpheus! I'm so tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Goin to NZ in a week's time to see my ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend...totally weird issue there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mood: &lt;strong&gt;Tired&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Music: &lt;strong&gt;Placebo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-111926350809683245?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/111926350809683245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=111926350809683245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/111926350809683245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/111926350809683245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2005/06/no-where-to-go.html' title='No Where To Go'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-111877114609735012</id><published>2005-06-15T03:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T03:45:46.116+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Go and Move On</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Exams are over!! Was so buggered after yesterday's final paper, that I went to sleep at 9.30pm....and woke up an hour later wide awake but still tired....grrrrrr. So I tried sleeping again at 3am on my sister's bed. No frickin use...I was locked in mortal combat with the bed tossing and turning trying to sleep. Last thing I remembered was hearing the damn birds chirping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;There's this new tuna and salmon ad on tv by Safcol and it's hillarious! This girl gets on a bus and takes a seat next to a guy. She asks him "What are you having for dinner?" He looks all surprised and weirded out and replied "Don't know" or something like that. She reached in her bag and took out two foil packets, one tuna and one salmon....she explains yadda yadda yadda and then to the tune of the theme of the 60's batman series she sings "Tuna, tuna, tuna, tuna, saaaaalmon"! Then she made smooching noises while pressing the tuna and salmon packets together. The she looked around and realized that everone was staring at her weird and the guy had an amused smile on his face! hahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Watched Mr and Mrs Smith today...RWAR!!! 2 of my favourite actors in it with enough chemistry to make the screen melt! YUM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mood: &lt;strong&gt;tired&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Music: &lt;strong&gt;Tegan and sara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-111877114609735012?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/111877114609735012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=111877114609735012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/111877114609735012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/111877114609735012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2005/06/let-go-and-move-on.html' title='Let Go and Move On'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-111824732927876194</id><published>2005-06-09T02:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T02:15:29.283+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me Love, Where Do We Go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Had a dream last night that I was having a conversation with Brian Molko. Don't remember what we were talking about, but we were hanging out at a club or dark bar. Tegan and Sara came along later and joined us. Weird as!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;For months and months I've been having strong urges to shave my head. So finally I did it. I shaved my head into a mohawk on satday morning. Feels so good to run my fingers through my scalp. I look really, really young now, everywhere I go I kept being asked for ID.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mood: &lt;strong&gt;tired&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Music: &lt;strong&gt;Tegan and Sara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-111824732927876194?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/111824732927876194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=111824732927876194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/111824732927876194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/111824732927876194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2005/06/tell-me-love-where-do-we-go.html' title='Tell Me Love, Where Do We Go?'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-111780589927004496</id><published>2005-06-03T23:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T09:24:40.350+10:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Had a rough night...slept at 11.30pm just to wake up at 1.30am wide awake. Took a shower and studied abit....tried sleeping again at 6am and the last thing I remember was the clock at 8am. Woke up at 11.30 to go to uni to sit for a test at 1pm...just barely made it. Was fuckin exhausted on my way back. And to make my day even worse was a fuckin bogan in his fuckin white ute shouting rasist remarks at me while I was walkin past him. GO BACK TO CHINA??!! &lt;strong&gt;Fuckin xenophobic asshole!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Not every asian is from China! it's like saying to every caucasian you see and yelling GO BACK TO EUROPE! Fuckin ignorant prick!!&lt;/strong&gt; I should have just dropped my bag and punched his lights out...tho he was built like a footy player and I would have ended up with severe head concussions, I should have punched him. But it didn't register in my sleep deprived brain until after I turned the block. GRRRRRRRRR...makes my blood boil!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bloody moron!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;End rant! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mood: &lt;strong&gt;Pissed Off&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Music: &lt;strong&gt;Lunatic Calm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-111780589927004496?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/111780589927004496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=111780589927004496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/111780589927004496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/111780589927004496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-not-morning.html' title='It&apos;s Not Morning'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-111719042508949088</id><published>2005-05-27T20:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T01:21:44.706+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do I Have To Do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;where to begin....I watched Star Wars Episode 3 last week..w0000t! it was excellent! Especially the ending...of all the 6 episodes of starwars, I loved Revenge of the sith and the Empire strikes back the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Went to a friend's place to play with her dog Keiko..maaaan, that is one active dog! She was bouncing all over the place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Still can't sleep...still have weird dreams. I think the sleepless nights are taking a toll on my body, I feel like I'm getting sick....yeaaaaaaa....I feel it coming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Just handed in 2 assignments and had a presentation to give...all within this week. I have another assignment due on Monday and an exam on Friday...Arghhhhh....go away!!! I just want to sleeeeep!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mood: &lt;strong&gt;Tired, fucked up and cranky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Music: &lt;strong&gt;The Killers - Jenny was a friend of mine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-111719042508949088?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/111719042508949088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=111719042508949088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/111719042508949088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/111719042508949088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-do-i-have-to-do.html' title='What Do I Have To Do?'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-111573448045651574</id><published>2005-05-11T00:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T00:15:59.490+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Feeling really bad today...I feel this tightening of the chest. I don't know why..Had a bad night last night... couldn't sleep and was tossing and turning and waking up periodically like a sick fuck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mood: &lt;strong&gt;bleak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Music: &lt;strong&gt;Tegan and Sara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-111573448045651574?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/111573448045651574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=111573448045651574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/111573448045651574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/111573448045651574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2005/05/just-me.html' title='Just Me'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-111556320922657168</id><published>2005-05-09T00:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T00:43:24.236+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know You're Sad Eventhough You Say That You're Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After weeks of warm weather in autumn, it's finally getting cold! yea, I know I'm weird...But after living nearly 20 years in a country where the humidity and heat just kills you, I crave the cold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I went bowling last night for the first time in 3 years and now I ache all over...gawd damnit. It was pretty good just to hang out and chill with friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I saw a Darth Vader helmet at Myers that makes you sound like good old Darth and I WANT IT!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To my friends IF they are reading this;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hint, hint wink, wink :) My birthday's coming up in 3 months...heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sleep still eludes me and the dreams continue to disturb me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The list of some of the things I dream about:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Being shot at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Shooting at people shooting at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Being chased&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hiding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;elephants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;secondary school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Shane in a skirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mummies chasing after me (YUCK!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mood: &lt;strong&gt;Numb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Music:&lt;strong&gt; Tegan and Sara - My Number&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-111556320922657168?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/111556320922657168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=111556320922657168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/111556320922657168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/111556320922657168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-know-youre-sad-eventhough-you-say.html' title='I Know You&apos;re Sad Eventhough You Say That You&apos;re Not'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-111462161055648200</id><published>2005-04-28T02:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T03:06:50.556+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Stick your hand inside my chest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm such a fuckin slack arse... I nearly missed handing in an assignment today. I totally forgot about what week it was and I thought the assignment due date was next week. I went in for the tute today and the tutor asked for the answers to be sent to him! Good thing my group member had her answers and lent it to me to paraphrase, generate public keys, encrypt and send it. All done within an hour and 20 minutes. Phew! Don't know what the hell is wrong with me.... I'm losing track of time...all my days are bleeding in to one ginormous day. Can't afford to screw up anymore....I already missed handing in a 10% assignment on another unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Meh&lt;br /&gt;Music: Tegan and Sara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-111462161055648200?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/111462161055648200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=111462161055648200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/111462161055648200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/111462161055648200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2005/04/stick-your-hand-inside-my-chest.html' title='Stick your hand inside my chest'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-111372261390262109</id><published>2005-04-17T17:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T03:06:41.160+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't take it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's been a busy month, assignments, tutes and more sleepless nights. The frickin weird dreams are a norm now, still unsettling but a norm. I'd be very surprised if for one night I don't dream at all. sigh...I wish. I tried swaping rooms with my sis...but it didn't work, still couldn't sleep and the dreams kept on coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Went to see the Doc and she upped my dosage...feel so drowzy and tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;During easter I went to watch the umbilical brothers at the comedy festival. It was funny as! I laughed until my sides ached.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I started playing Sims 2 again...getting addicted again aye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mood: &lt;strong&gt;Drowzy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Music: &lt;strong&gt;Tegan and Sara - Take me anywhere&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-111372261390262109?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/111372261390262109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=111372261390262109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/111372261390262109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/111372261390262109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-cant-take-it.html' title='I can&apos;t take it'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-111232356623997527</id><published>2005-04-01T12:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T16:34:44.836+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think I'm losing my mind...the only time I feel anything now is when I dream. Last night's dream was a mish mash of stuff that don't make sense, like dreaming about the class I was in when I was in Form 3??Fuck man...the dream dragged up feelings for anger, regret, sadness, sorrow. These dreams are becoming too real for words. What is wrong with me?? If dreams are what you want subconciously, fuck then I'm in trouble, I can't figure out what I want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mood: &lt;strong&gt;unsettled&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: &lt;strong&gt;Tegan and Sara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-111232356623997527?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/111232356623997527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=111232356623997527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/111232356623997527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/111232356623997527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2005/04/fall-forever.html' title='Fall Forever'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-111211553971409024</id><published>2005-03-30T02:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T02:58:59.716+10:00</updated><title type='text'>C'mon kids, eat those pills</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Easter break WOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooot!! The break's been good..hanging out with friends playing foosball and pool, but I can't seem to find the mood to start on my assignments. GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! All this procastination is goin to bite me in the ass hard very very soon. Too make matters worse, I can't seem to get my sleeping pattern right. I either sleep too much or it takes me a very very long time to fall asleep or I can't sleep at all. AND I still have frickin weird as dreams every single night! Damn Cipramil ain't working right! sigh..at least I don't freak out anymore...numb is good...maybe I should ask the doc about Zoloft....bugger that...all drugs are the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mood: &lt;strong&gt;meh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Music: &lt;strong&gt;Tegan and Sara - You wouldn't like me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-111211553971409024?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/111211553971409024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=111211553971409024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/111211553971409024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/111211553971409024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2005/03/cmon-kids-eat-those-pills.html' title='C&apos;mon kids, eat those pills'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-111095367979843819</id><published>2005-03-16T16:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T17:22:33.006+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want The Ocean Right Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Went to the Moomba Water Festival on Satday. It was the 50th aniversary and there were heaps of people!! Rides and games everywhere. I wanted to sit the Catapult but it costs AUS$30 for a ride..! frickin expensive. The fireworks display was excellent....with the fireworks being set off to music from the last 50 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FireWorks at the Moomba Festival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/1174/640/Picture(124)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/1174/320/Picture(124)1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I got Tegan and Sara's 'So Jealous' album from amazon yesterday...WOOOOoooooot!! The album's still not out in Oz yet and I couldn't wait anymore!! I love the interaction of Tegan and Sara in the 20 minute making of movie....hillarious as!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I love the tracks 'Downtown' and 'We didn't do it' mmmmmmmmmmm! ear candy....!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tegan and Sara's new album 'So Jealous'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/1174/640/d-sojealous1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/1174/320/d-sojealous1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mood: &lt;strong&gt;mmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Music: &lt;strong&gt;Tegan and Sara - downtown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-111095367979843819?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/111095367979843819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=111095367979843819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/111095367979843819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/111095367979843819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-want-ocean-right-now.html' title='I Want The Ocean Right Now'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-111047424092060269</id><published>2005-03-11T04:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T03:17:21.266+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars fade into day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!! It's 4am and I can't sleep!! Gawd damnit.....and I have a lecture at 1pm to make matters worse &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maybe I should just &lt;strike&gt;bang my head against the wall&lt;/strike&gt;...nah...makes too much noise and I'd probably dent my wall. That'll kiss my bond good bye. Bye-bye bond!! bwahahahahahaha....fuck, I needs sleep!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mood: &lt;strong&gt;Tired and grouchy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: &lt;strong&gt;Tegan and Sara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-111047424092060269?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/111047424092060269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=111047424092060269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/111047424092060269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/111047424092060269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2005/03/stars-fade-into-day.html' title='Stars fade into day'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-110960130107613775</id><published>2005-03-01T00:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T01:53:34.693+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Your Mood Swings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Been back in Melbs for a week and uni started today. I really needed the 1 month break back home altho I was hesitant to go back. It was good to see my friends and some friends that I haven't seen for nearly 9 years. Just chillin and laxing out to the max. Eating my granma's good cookin, seeing my parents AND having a car to drive!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My sleeping pattern is still out of whack AND I'm still having freaky weird as dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mood: &lt;strong&gt;tired&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Music: &lt;strong&gt;Tegan and Sara - Monday Monday Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-110960130107613775?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/110960130107613775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=110960130107613775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/110960130107613775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/110960130107613775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2005/03/damn-your-mood-swings.html' title='Damn Your Mood Swings'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-110744564561654101</id><published>2005-02-04T02:39:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T02:47:25.616+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here's the deal, I opened up my gmail account and to my surprise I have &lt;strong&gt;50 gmail&lt;/strong&gt; invites to give away. If you want one, e-mail me at cran_t2&lt;em&gt;at&lt;/em&gt;yahoo&lt;em&gt;dot&lt;/em&gt;com&lt;em&gt;dot&lt;/em&gt;au. All I want in return is a postcard from the place you're currently at. Easy as! C'mon people!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-110744564561654101?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/110744564561654101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=110744564561654101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/110744564561654101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/110744564561654101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2005/02/out-of-my-mind.html' title='Out of my mind'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-110676080690129603</id><published>2005-01-27T04:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T04:33:26.903+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm never gonna be the same again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;well, back home for 4 days and my sleeping pattern is outta whack...keep waking up at 9am &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It's good to be back home, seeing my rellis again, good food, hanging out with old friends, making new ones...sigh...but i still feel numb and numbmer. Still having weird dreams. At one point when I woke up, I was gasping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Break down of my dreams: 1. Being chased&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;                                      2. Hiding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;                                      3. Getting Slashed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;                                      4. Zombies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;                                      5. Mummies (YUCK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;                                      6. Tegan and Sara (YAY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;                                      7. Fighting in a robot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;                                      8. Feeling angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;                                      9. Feelings for a person NOT returned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Music: &lt;strong&gt;Tegan and Sara - Superstar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mood: &lt;strong&gt;Tired and numb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-110676080690129603?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/110676080690129603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=110676080690129603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/110676080690129603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/110676080690129603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-never-gonna-be-same-again.html' title='I&apos;m never gonna be the same again'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-110605939821503321</id><published>2005-01-19T01:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T01:43:18.216+11:00</updated><title type='text'>It's back to sleep to re-dream me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmm...looks like no one is reading my blog...oh well, more gmail invites for me to trade off then. My sis got me The Sims 2 for Chrissy...addictive as! I Looove playing God! Bwahahahaha!! ahem...sorry, got a little carried away there :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Let's see...moved into a new apartment, no Internet connection for 5 days, had to do heaps of packing and unpacking, I'm goin home for a month after my exam paper on Thursday...damn paper!! I don't feel like goin home tho, dunno why, reckon it's due to the fact it's home. meh. Had a weird as dream last night, I dreamt I was goin to miss a Tegan and Sara concert due to the fact i was goin home and I wasn't sure when the date of the concert was because i couldn't get access to the Internet! Maaaan... Internet withdrawal sure sucks ass! Been having really weird dreams lately, it's either I dream of being chased but I can't see who is the chaser, or I'm getting slashed by someone. Fuck man, I'm sure I'm slowly goin insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music: &lt;/strong&gt;TEGAN AND SARA - WAKE UP EXHAUSTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Meh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-110605939821503321?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/110605939821503321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=110605939821503321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/110605939821503321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/110605939821503321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-back-to-sleep-to-re-dream-me.html' title='It&apos;s back to sleep to re-dream me'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-110381405646021966</id><published>2004-12-24T02:02:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T02:00:56.460+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Route in hand, but the map is stuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Been busy as lately...exams and more exams...whoohoo! I aced my Cisco exam. Load off my chest. Next exam is in January. Fucking exhausted...It's like I'm tired all the time! Gaaaaaaah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I've just started learning the guitar, bought a Washburn steel acoustic, burned a huge whole in my pocket...but it was worth it. Looks like being broke is goin to be my lifestyle for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Just a little experiment on whether anyone is reading my blog...I have 3 gmail invites available, post me a message, leave me your e-mail and we'll work something out. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Sleepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Smashing Pumpkins - The Killer in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-110381405646021966?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/110381405646021966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=110381405646021966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/110381405646021966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/110381405646021966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2004/12/route-in-hand-but-map-is-stuck.html' title='Route in hand, but the map is stuck'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-110130732482156729</id><published>2004-11-25T01:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T01:42:04.823+11:00</updated><title type='text'>City Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I attended the worst concert of the year by accompanying my sis at the Maroon 5 concert. Gawd...why did I agree to go?? I only semi like 2 of their songs. They don't seem to have the 'phwoar' factor when playing live...heck, their album has no 'phwoar' factor to begin with anyways. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Fuck man, need to redeem my concert experience with a Tegan and Sara concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I started my CCNA course this week, 4 hour classes twice a week. Plus a 2 module test on mondays and 1 module test on wednesdays. Yay!...not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well, its more interesting than fucking programming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Went to the gym at a friend's place and ended up playing tennis after that. Went to do that all over again the day after. By the end of it my body was screaming 'Have Mercy!' it's to make up on months and months of exercising the equivalent of a moving slug :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After that we went to watch 'The Grudge', late night show. Frickin scary as!! After the show we were joking that we wouldn't take a shower or sleep again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mood: &lt;strong&gt;Meh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Music:&lt;strong&gt; L.P. - Change of Scenery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-110130732482156729?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/110130732482156729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=110130732482156729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/110130732482156729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/110130732482156729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2004/11/city-girl.html' title='City Girl'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-109992480818425185</id><published>2004-11-09T01:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T02:29:58.080+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up exhausted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Woke up on Tuesday morning feeling worse for wear, all bleary eyed, feverish and sneezing. Went to see the doctor at Uni and sat for my afternoon paper feeling all woozy. To top that, the weather on Tuesday was insane! Wild winds and pouring rain which of course I got caught in, which made my cold worse. The thought of sitting for an exam paper the next day was out of the question. The fucking cherry on the cake was the fact I was kneeling in front of the Porcelin God wasn't due to the flu, but from the side effects to the antibiotics the doc prescribed. I was having stabbing gut wrenching pain in my stomach and throwing up. Missed sitting for my last paper too. Just great!. I'm now at the mercy of TPTB of uni admin to process my special consideration application and decide whether to allow me to sit for a supp exam. Fuckfuckfuckfuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mood: depressed and tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Music: T n S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-109992480818425185?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/109992480818425185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=109992480818425185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/109992480818425185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/109992480818425185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2004/11/wake-up-exhausted.html' title='Wake up exhausted'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-109889586759558057</id><published>2004-10-28T02:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T17:32:55.100+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Me Anywhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Went to sleep this morning at 7...couldn't sleep, might as well study right? &gt;Rolls eyes&lt; &lt;rolls&gt;&lt;rolls&gt;The weather was totally outta whack. It started rainning at 9pm and the gale force winds started at 6am and lasted through out the day. It was crazy...branches flying everywhere and it was wet and cold and blustery...heck, it's still cold. The cold...I love the cold weather. Not complaining at all, no uh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Been listening to L.P., her albums :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- Surburban Sprawl and Alcohol (2nd and current album)  I love the first track "wasted" and the title track is good too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- Heart-Shaped Scar (first album)  9th track 'Insane' is very haunting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Rock with excellent hooks...mmmmmmm and her voice! double mmmmmm:) No idea what does L.P. stands for, initials maybe. The two whole albums can be listened to at the website. Can't download tho :( now that's asking for a bit too much :) check her site out : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lprock.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;www.lprock.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; . I don't think her albums are available here (damn!) but then I haven't checked out HMV in the city yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I need some US connections!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mood: No change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Music: L.P. - Surburban Sprawl and Alcohol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-109889586759558057?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/109889586759558057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=109889586759558057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/109889586759558057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/109889586759558057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2004/10/take-me-anywhere.html' title='Take Me Anywhere'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-109854793163717709</id><published>2004-10-24T01:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T02:12:11.636+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Things Come Calling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Still having trouble sleeping...a couple of nights ago I had the weirdest fuck as dream. I dreamt I went to a Tegan and Sara concert at the Festival Hall. I had my ticket, but the attendant wouldn't let me in because I had the wrong tempreture...wtf?? I pushed the attendant aside as the concert was starting and got to the front row. Sara was signing autographs and I gave her my notebook to sign. As I got back my notebook, I looked up, the band disapeared and there were yellow rubber duckys everywhere! What the hell?? Don't get me wrong, dreaming about going to a Tegan and Sara concert is great! excellent even, but dreaming about not gaining entry because of the wrong body tempreture and yellow rubber duckys?! ARGH...! the exam/assignment stress is really getting to me. Fuck man, why won't it end?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mood: So very tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Music: Skinny Puppy - Optimissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-109854793163717709?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/109854793163717709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=109854793163717709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/109854793163717709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/109854793163717709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2004/10/dark-things-come-calling.html' title='Dark Things Come Calling'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-109793962713932862</id><published>2004-10-17T01:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T01:13:47.140+10:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Me Before I Fall Apart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Been having trouble sleeping, it's either I can't sleep or I over sleep. Case in point Thursday night, went to bed at 3 am, woke up at 4 am, went back to sleep, woke up at 6 am, finally I gave up and was lying in bed until about 7.45 where I had to get up for an eye appointment at 9 am. Went to uni a hour later to hand up an assignment. Fell asleep at the library at uni while waiting for a tute to start, which i obviously missed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Went to the Black Eyed Peas concert on Friday night. These guys rock! They were very energetic and they really got the crowd going. By the end of it everyone was standing on their seats and dancing and cheering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Slept at 3 am and woke up today at 3.30 pm gaaaah! Bloody hell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mood: &lt;strong&gt;Tired&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Music: &lt;strong&gt;T n S - Speak Slow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-109793962713932862?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/109793962713932862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=109793962713932862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/109793962713932862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/109793962713932862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2004/10/this-is-me-before-i-fall-apart.html' title='This is Me Before I Fall Apart'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-109742574554946019</id><published>2004-10-11T02:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T02:29:05.550+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was So High I Thought I Definitely Died</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Right, first entry for October. Last week I was supposed to go clubbing with Jack and his two friends visiting from the US. That was the plan anyway. Until one of them passed me a joint, pure joint, not mixed with tobacco in anyway. Got so shit stoned that I threw up on the road. Ended the night watching tv and getting a huge attack of the munchies...wheeeeeeeeeee! I still felt the effects of the joint the next day...strong as.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Went to catch a show in the Melbourne International Arts Festival on Friday. It's called Provenance. All I can say is WHOA. It's a marionnette show and IT IS GOOD! The marionnette master Ronnie Burkett is a genius at manipulating the puppets. If there's anyone reading this, go catch his show! Student concession is only AUS$19 compared to the full adult price of $50. Frickin bargain man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mood: &lt;strong&gt;Numb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Music: &lt;strong&gt;T n S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-109742574554946019?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/109742574554946019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=109742574554946019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/109742574554946019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/109742574554946019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-was-so-high-i-thought-i-definitely.html' title='I Was So High I Thought I Definitely Died'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-109620696213245387</id><published>2004-09-26T23:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T23:59:50.236+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Like What I See</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Excellent weather today, sunny blue skies. Was hanging out in the lawn in front of the state library getting some sun with my sis. Laying down staring at the sky as the clouds swept by QV was surreal. It felt like the building was moving instead of the clouds. Maaaaaaaan... I sound like a stoner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My dad came over 2 weeks ago on business. Saw him for a couple of days with my sis. Then on one day his business appointment got cancelled so I took him around the city while my sis was at work. My dad and me alone...in the city...after the small talk got exhausted It got kinda awkward. I dunno, I just can't talk to my dad. My sis and him get along fine, plenty to talk about. Me and him? more silence than actual conversation. I seem to mumble and slur my words when I talk to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tegan and Sara's new album release date in Oz has been pushed back :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;No clue when it's coming out here...sigh...more waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mid-sem break starts tomorrow...only 1 week. Have to start attacking my assignments or else I won't have time to study for the exam on 25th Oct...sigh..more grief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mood: &lt;strong&gt;Calm...for now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Music: &lt;strong&gt;Walking with a ghost&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-109620696213245387?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/109620696213245387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=109620696213245387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/109620696213245387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/109620696213245387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-dont-like-what-i-see.html' title='I Don&apos;t Like What I See'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-109543830631719527</id><published>2004-09-18T02:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T02:25:06.320+10:00</updated><title type='text'>It could have been a month or It could have been a year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The sun was finally out today after a week of blustery winds and rain...brrr...I reckon it's to payback the sunny days in winter. Finally updated my OS to XP from WIN 98 last weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Been feeling numb for months, and it's getting worse, my mood meter has been in the dark side more and more often. Rarely does it go back to "happy" mode. Even if it does, it lasts a couple of hours at most. sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mood: &lt;strong&gt;Dark &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Music: &lt;strong&gt;Tegan and Sara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-109543830631719527?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/109543830631719527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=109543830631719527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/109543830631719527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/109543830631719527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2004/09/it-could-have-been-month-or-it-could.html' title='It could have been a month or It could have been a year'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-109430915516627784</id><published>2004-09-05T04:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T03:49:25.313+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tired for days and days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Suicidal Polar Bear (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mutluk to his friends) wondered as he was standing at the edge of the great white surface, if he jumped would his little butterfly wings support his weight and let him soar high and free in the sky, eyes closed with his tougue hanging out of his mouth as the wind rushed through his fur or will gravity rip him from the sky only to crash on the ground of reality and crushing his spirit because polar bears were never meant to fly. As he took a flying leap off the edge, he wondered what Yuri was doing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Caffeine + lack of sleep = a weird story. Let's see 2 assignments down, 1 assignment and 2 presentations to go next week. Been on a caffeine binge, sweet, sweet caffeine, what would I do with out you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Had a birthday about 2 weeks ago...older but none the wiser...my sis got me an mp3 player...w00t! Sup got me the Angelina Jolie book about her travels with the UN and camo shoe laces, double w00t!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; beep...beep....flatline...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Days and Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-109430915516627784?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/109430915516627784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=109430915516627784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/109430915516627784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/109430915516627784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2004/09/ive-been-tired-for-days-and-days.html' title='I&apos;ve been tired for days and days'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-109319201470093932</id><published>2004-08-23T01:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T02:26:54.700+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Underqualified, Undersatisfied I lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My mood seems to be swinging low-to-high-to-low. Well, the previous post was low obviously. Good thing Sup and Luke dragged me out (Thanks guys!)last night to The Ding Dong Lounge in Chinatown to hear a band called "The Red Paintings" play. The lead singer Jaime looks like James Haven. The music was good, the bassist and violinist were dressed as geishas, the cellist had his face painted like a japanese mask. The only normally dressed person was the drummer :) There was a projection of random scenes of movies on the wall and a Virgin Mary statue on stage. Also there was an artist painting while the band was playing. Luke used to play for the band, which I thought was pretty cool. With the loud music pumping and beer flowing in my veins I was in my happy place and for a few hours I had no worries of assignments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mood: &lt;strong&gt;Good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Music: &lt;strong&gt;The Ataris - The Hero Dies in This One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-109319201470093932?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/109319201470093932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=109319201470093932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/109319201470093932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/109319201470093932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2004/08/underqualified-undersatisfied-i-lie.html' title='Underqualified, Undersatisfied I lie'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-109302543061316665</id><published>2004-08-21T04:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T04:44:15.433+10:00</updated><title type='text'>End of tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Looks like I'm updating the blog once a week..a whole week's rant in one post. Blame it on the deluge of assignments that's due in a week and a half &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&gt;sigh&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder what's my purpose in life. I'm hitting a quarter of a century in 5 days and I've acomplished &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;abso-friggin-lutely nothing. Nada. Zip. Am I goin to wander aimlessly through the rest of my life?. If that's the case, I quit. I want off this ride. LET ME OFF!. Where's the friggin reset button?? Fuck, perfect timing for a quarter life crisis. The story of my life would be titled "Under achiever - Meh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mood: &lt;strong&gt;Happy Happy Joy Joy NOT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Music: &lt;strong&gt;Third Eye Blind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-109302543061316665?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/109302543061316665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=109302543061316665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/109302543061316665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/109302543061316665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2004/08/end-of-tomorrow.html' title='End of tomorrow'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-109242828862893821</id><published>2004-08-14T06:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T04:31:21.710+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Stick your hands inside my pocket</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I can't wait for Tegan and Sara's new album to come out! One more agonizing month to go &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It's getting real windy here..spring's coming...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I was watching the opening ceremony of the Athen's Olympics and the Danes and the Canadians have some hot looking athletes! Phwoar! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Malaysian contingent looked like they were wearing huge baggy red and white stripey pillow cases &gt;groan&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-Life goes on, long after the thrill of livin is gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mood: &lt;strong&gt;Sleepy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Music: &lt;strong&gt;Portishead - Glory box&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-109242828862893821?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/109242828862893821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=109242828862893821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/109242828862893821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/109242828862893821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2004/08/stick-your-hands-inside-my-pocket.html' title='Stick your hands inside my pocket'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-109182280241053016</id><published>2004-08-07T06:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T06:06:42.410+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Aaahh, the weekend! salvation! The assignments are piling up...whoopeee! I had to do some logrithmic calculations for a tute, now ain't that ironic...the last time I did any log calculations was 6 years ago! shite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Went clubbing the first time in over a year last night/this morning at Telstra Dome...some event called Hype. Fuck knows what the club's called.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mood: &lt;strong&gt;Pissed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Music: &lt;strong&gt;Tegan and Sara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-109182280241053016?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/109182280241053016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=109182280241053016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/109182280241053016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/109182280241053016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2004/08/trouble.html' title='Trouble'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-109145739974031018</id><published>2004-08-02T23:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T00:36:39.740+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lessons in futility...Why start something when the outcome is going to end up the same. Waste of time and waste of effort. Been given the run around the whole of last week just to avoid taking a unit again and I found out today I have to take it anyway, back at fuckin square one! Today was one of those "I hate Mondays" Monday. I hope I have a better day tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mood: &lt;strong&gt;Cranky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Music: &lt;strong&gt;Tegan and Sara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-109145739974031018?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/109145739974031018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=109145739974031018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/109145739974031018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/109145739974031018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2004/08/monday-monday.html' title='Monday Monday'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-109119953975760439</id><published>2004-07-31T01:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T00:58:59.756+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Time you got me tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Finally the weekend!! I thought I'd never make it...like a drowning person hanging on to a life preserver. The assignments haven't even started yet and I'm stressed up to my eye balls! So gawd damn tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mood: &lt;strong&gt;Stressed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Music: &lt;strong&gt;Dashboard Confessional - Vindicated&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-109119953975760439?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/109119953975760439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=109119953975760439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/109119953975760439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/109119953975760439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2004/07/time-you-got-me-tired.html' title='Time you got me tired'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-109101911892972725</id><published>2004-07-28T23:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T22:53:12.820+10:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a little cold outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gawd...this week's such a killer, tutes, lectures, meetings with my course coordinator AND lecturer and to top it off, a massive headache for two days. Trying to drown it with Panadol and the heavy duty stuff: Ponstan!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;More gripes: It's been raining and it's cold and&amp;nbsp;all I wanna do is bury myself deeper under my doona when I have a morning lecture to attend. &gt;Sigh&lt;&amp;nbsp;The weekend can't&amp;nbsp;come any sooner.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mood: &lt;strong&gt;stressed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Music: &lt;strong&gt;Tegan and Sara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-109101911892972725?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/109101911892972725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=109101911892972725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/109101911892972725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/109101911892972725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2004/07/its-little-cold-outside.html' title='It&apos;s a little cold outside'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-109059821277615226</id><published>2004-07-24T02:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T01:56:52.776+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Running</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Finally have the PS2, been playing Splinter Cell: Pandora Tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, the first week of the semester has officially come and gone, discovered that Andy the Butcher is my programming tutor again! Can I never escape him? gawd damn it, it's like karma I tells ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sometimes I think that I'm a sucker for punishment, mentally and physically self destructive to boot. I'm goin to&amp;nbsp;get Distinctions for this semester even if it kills me. Do you hear me&amp;nbsp;karma?! even if it fuckin kills me!! I've had enough of disappointments and disappointing people. GAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Phew...that felt good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mood: &lt;strong&gt;Pissed off&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Music: &lt;strong&gt;Starlit - The Light&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-109059821277615226?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/109059821277615226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=109059821277615226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/109059821277615226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/109059821277615226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2004/07/time-running.html' title='Time Running'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-109030361777815485</id><published>2004-07-20T16:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T16:12:07.250+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabric's wearing through</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sup's birthday today! Took Luke pressie shopping for Sup yesterday, also bought an excellent chocolate cake.&amp;nbsp;Walking around the city carrying the cake was interesting to say the least, people kept coming up to chat me up...hmmm, cakes are people magnets :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Woke up this cold cold morning at 7 for a 9am lecture, a latte wasn't enough, half way through the lecture my mind was wandering and I was nodding off. Shots of espresso&amp;nbsp;are needed for next week's lecture.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mood: &lt;strong&gt;Happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Music: &lt;strong&gt;Dashboard Confessionals - As Lovers Go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-109030361777815485?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/109030361777815485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=109030361777815485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/109030361777815485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/109030361777815485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2004/07/fabrics-wearing-through.html' title='Fabric&apos;s wearing through'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-108998745277237569</id><published>2004-07-17T12:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T00:27:49.193+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty in between</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3 hours sleep this morning made bearable with caffeine... knocked back a doppio espresso and everything was just fine. I'm such a caffeine junkie... &lt;br /&gt;Uni starts on Monday and I have classes from Monday to Friday and 1 9am lecture &gt;groan&lt; caffeine to the rescue!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Watched Fahrenheit 9/11 today... one word..Whoa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Something's wrong with my adsl connection, I can't view the Rage webpage...gawd damnit!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Mood: &lt;strong&gt;La dee-Fucking-da&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Music: &lt;strong&gt;Le Tigre - Deceptacon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-108998745277237569?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/108998745277237569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=108998745277237569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/108998745277237569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/108998745277237569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2004/07/empty-in-between.html' title='Empty in between'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-108980818355857310</id><published>2004-07-14T22:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T22:32:30.310+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I want a house on the beach...</title><content type='html'>Met up with Jack today for lunch at Chinatown. It was good to see him since the last time I saw him was at the end of March. Did some catching up at Puchini's.  He's such a sweetie but mental note to self...no drinking with Jack in the afternoons! I am on such a hangover right now, and all I had was 2 vodka tonics...gawd damnit, I need to build up my alcohol tolerance all over again.&lt;br /&gt;Exam results are out tomorrow...shit scared! I'm sure I'll pass 3 units, I already gave up The Programming paper as bust. But what I think and what will show on the results rarely match...argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: &lt;strong&gt;Aprehensive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: &lt;strong&gt;Tegan and Sara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-108980818355857310?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/108980818355857310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=108980818355857310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/108980818355857310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/108980818355857310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-want-house-on-beach.html' title='I want a house on the beach...'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-108947190785366327</id><published>2004-07-10T23:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T01:05:07.853+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Underwater I Wrote Drowning</title><content type='html'>Crap...woke up at 3pm to the sound of my handphone ringing like hell's bells. Hmm...the incoherent morning posting = me being very pissed! Watching Rage while pissed is a very sureal experience...I recommend it! :)&lt;br /&gt;Gawd...my head feels like a ton of bricks and a family of cotton balls moved in and procreated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regrets are like bookmarks in the book of life that you can't change. A constant reminder on how an individual screwed up...&gt;sigh&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: &lt;strong&gt;Somber&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: &lt;strong&gt;Tegan and Sara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-108947190785366327?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/108947190785366327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=108947190785366327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/108947190785366327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/108947190785366327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2004/07/underwater-i-wrote-drowning.html' title='Underwater I Wrote Drowning'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-108939528700107456</id><published>2004-07-10T03:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T03:50:57.630+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a car crash</title><content type='html'>It's Friday night/Satday morning and I'm in front of the comp IM-ing with Solo and getting pissed on Smirnoff Ice...now all I need is some 'party favours' and I'm a happy camper. Damn, no ciggies for the party favours...too cold to run down to 711 &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a Tegan and Sara overload for the past month and counting!&lt;br /&gt;TeganandSaraTeganandSaraTeganandSara...!!&lt;br /&gt;The L Word season ended last week and I'm suffering from withdrawal symptoms. Damnit...I need my weekly fix...what am I goin to do on  Wednesday nights now? Watch Channel Ten's late night news?...NOT!&lt;br /&gt;Raaaaaaaaaage!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: &lt;strong&gt;In my happy little place&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: &lt;strong&gt;Tegan and Sara &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-108939528700107456?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/108939528700107456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=108939528700107456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/108939528700107456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/108939528700107456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2004/07/im-car-crash.html' title='I&apos;m a car crash'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-108912892857527514</id><published>2004-07-07T01:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T23:59:21.126+10:00</updated><title type='text'>!@#$%*</title><content type='html'>I've just discovered a pet peev, I don't really have pet peeves but if I was to have a pet peev this would be it. &lt;br /&gt;PeOpLe wHo LiKe To tYpE OuT sEnTeNcEs CaPiTaLiZiNg eVeRy SeCoNd aLpHaBeT. IsNt It AnNoYiNg WhEn PeOpLe TyPe LiKe ThIs? OnE wOrD iS FiNe, tWo SeNtEnCeS Is pUsHiNg iT...BuT a wHoLe fRiCkIn pArAgRaPh?! Gah!! Annoying as!! Gawd damnit! Is it so hard to type properly? Go back to school and get schooled! Strained eyes + headache = One cranky ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: &lt;strong&gt;Grr!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: &lt;strong&gt;Jimmy Eat World - Just watch the fireworks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-108912892857527514?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/108912892857527514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=108912892857527514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/108912892857527514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/108912892857527514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2004/07/blog-post.html' title='!@#$%*'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-108877938931220335</id><published>2004-07-03T00:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T00:43:09.313+10:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh</title><content type='html'>Got my endorphin craving fixed for the time being. Had my ear re-pierced...2 holes in one ear. The needle was HUGE! It reminded me of the needle used when a friend got her belly button pierced. Doesn't hurt tho...my ear's just a little sore.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Super Size Me tonight...felt queasy watching Spurlock consuming all the Maccas. It's a good doco...really opens ur eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Next on my list of doco to watch is Farenheit 9/11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: &lt;strong&gt;Hungry yet queasy at the same time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: &lt;strong&gt;Portishead - Roads&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-108877938931220335?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/108877938931220335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=108877938931220335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/108877938931220335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/108877938931220335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2004/07/ugh.html' title='ugh'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-108851517120197196</id><published>2004-06-29T23:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T23:20:03.566+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Fixes</title><content type='html'>I'm goin to get the PS2 back on Friday!My own... My preciousssssss! Haven't touched the PS2 in months....the only bad thing is my TV, it only shows black and white when the PS2 is hooked up.&lt;br /&gt;The tatt craving is still on, hopefully getting piercings will sate the craving for a while :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Bouncing off the walls!&lt;br /&gt;Music: Placebo - Nancy Boy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-108851517120197196?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/108851517120197196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=108851517120197196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/108851517120197196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/108851517120197196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2004/06/fixes.html' title='Fixes'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-108826602977555594</id><published>2004-06-27T01:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T02:09:15.476+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Tatts</title><content type='html'>Hmmm...I'm feeling the familar urge of getting another tatt. The pricking of the needle, the humming of the machine, the endorphins kicking in, the numbness after awhile. It's all Solo's fault, I was helping him search for dragon tatt pics on the 'net. Must resist..! Having a hard time covering my other tatts when I go home. Piercings, on the other hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Megalomaniac&lt;/strong&gt; - Incubus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear you on the radio&lt;br /&gt;you permeate my screen, it's unkind but&lt;br /&gt;if I met you in a scissor fight&lt;br /&gt;I'd cut off both your wings on principle alone&lt;br /&gt;on principle alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey megalomaniac&lt;br /&gt;you're no Jesus&lt;br /&gt;yeah, you're no fucking Elvis&lt;br /&gt;wash your hands clean of yourself, baby&lt;br /&gt;and step down, step down, step down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were your appendages&lt;br /&gt;I'd hold open your eyes so you would see&lt;br /&gt;that all of us are heaven sent&lt;br /&gt;and there was never meant to be only one&lt;br /&gt;to be only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey megalomaniac&lt;br /&gt;you're no Jesus&lt;br /&gt;yeah, you're no fucking Elvis&lt;br /&gt;wash your hands clean of yourself, baby&lt;br /&gt;and step down, step down, step down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step down, step down&lt;br /&gt;ooh, step down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;you're, you're, you're&lt;br /&gt;you're no Jesus&lt;br /&gt;you're not Elvis&lt;br /&gt;you're no Jesus&lt;br /&gt;you're no Jesus&lt;br /&gt;you're no Elvis&lt;br /&gt;you're no answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step down, step down&lt;br /&gt;step down, step down, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey megalomaniac&lt;br /&gt;you're no Jesus&lt;br /&gt;yeah, you're no fucking Elvis&lt;br /&gt;wash your hands clean of yourself, baby&lt;br /&gt;and step down, step, step down&lt;br /&gt;step down, oh step down&lt;br /&gt;oh, step down, step down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: &lt;strong&gt;Meh...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: Megalomaniac &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-108826602977555594?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/108826602977555594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=108826602977555594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/108826602977555594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/108826602977555594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2004/06/tatts.html' title='Tatts'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-108818671624678046</id><published>2004-06-26T03:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T04:09:43.366+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 12pm after passing out at 4am. Man, I really need to get my sleeping pattern back to normal mode.&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping with Sup today...went to the city centre, Bridge Rd, and South Yarra. I was looking for a present for my dad's birthday while Sup was looking for shoes for her bro. I bought a cute pair of mice cufflinks since my dad was born in the year of the rat. Frickin cold today, more so with getting caught in the rain with icy droplets of water running down my neck.&lt;br /&gt;That's it, I'm goin to crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT WITH YOU - Tegan and Sara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I've let you in &lt;br /&gt;and now here I am&lt;br /&gt;telling you that I'm suffocating in here&lt;br /&gt;just like the drugs you are keeping me&lt;br /&gt;I felt shark teeth underneath my socks&lt;br /&gt;before I lost much blood&lt;br /&gt;around this world will I be enough?&lt;br /&gt;from the liquor stores &lt;br /&gt;to the train stop floors&lt;br /&gt;your filthy room your drama blues&lt;br /&gt;I am nothing if I'm not with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm always right always wrong&lt;br /&gt;dressing bad is like loving you&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing I haven't worn&lt;br /&gt;nothing I haven't said before&lt;br /&gt;your fluid is thick against my sheets&lt;br /&gt;when you look at me&lt;br /&gt;oh so angry I know it's true&lt;br /&gt;my strength has come from loving you&lt;br /&gt;behavior I just can't grow into&lt;br /&gt;so you fake and you flaw &lt;br /&gt;for your cops and your cause&lt;br /&gt;it makes no difference to me&lt;br /&gt;it's love that you stole, that you stole&lt;br /&gt;from the liquor stores &lt;br /&gt;to the train stop floors&lt;br /&gt;your filthy room your drama blues&lt;br /&gt;I am nothing if I'm not with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm always right always wrong&lt;br /&gt;dressing bad is like loving you&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing I haven't worn&lt;br /&gt;nothing I haven't said before so here I am&lt;br /&gt;around this world will I be enough?&lt;br /&gt;this is nothing I haven't said before&lt;br /&gt;you are nothing I haven't felt before &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: &lt;strong&gt;tired&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: Tegan and Sara - Not with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-108818671624678046?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/108818671624678046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=108818671624678046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/108818671624678046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/108818671624678046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2004/06/cold.html' title='Cold'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-108808849684862170</id><published>2004-06-25T00:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T03:00:17.266+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Over!</title><content type='html'>Exams are over! Had my final paper at 2.30. Curse you referential integrity! In my sleep deprived haze after my paper I took the wrong train at peak hour! Packed like sardines in a can... Just geting out of the carriage was an obstacle course over feet, bags and bodies. &lt;br /&gt;Getting over the excessive caffeine consumption for the past 3 weeks is goin to be such a bitch. Caffeine, such a hard mistress to serve. At least it's better than having nickky withdrawal symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: &lt;strong&gt;relieved&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-108808849684862170?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/108808849684862170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=108808849684862170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/108808849684862170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/108808849684862170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2004/06/over.html' title='Over!'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-108792967330987500</id><published>2004-06-23T04:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T04:43:51.146+10:00</updated><title type='text'>insomnia</title><content type='html'>Gawd damn it...I can't sleep. Tried sleeping at 3am but was tossing and turning like mad. Just can't seem to get comfortable... fuuuuuuuuccccccccck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: &lt;strong&gt;damn cranky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-108792967330987500?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/108792967330987500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=108792967330987500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/108792967330987500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/108792967330987500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2004/06/insomnia.html' title='insomnia'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-108789600693443052</id><published>2004-06-22T18:59:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T19:25:35.813+10:00</updated><title type='text'>musings</title><content type='html'>A 3 week exam is such a drag...I know I know, plenty of time to study with the exam papers spread out. But sometimes I feel like running around the streets screaming. Argh...get it over with already! End the madness!&lt;br /&gt;I've got a CD by Canadian duo Tegan and Sara called "If it was you" playing on repeat for a better part of 2 weeks. Obsessed much? :) Anyways these girls sound like post-punk rock, but raw..more real. A fan site defined the type of music as rawk. Sounds good! Check out their official website : &lt;a href="http://www.teganandsara.com"&gt;www.teganandsara.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These girls will totally blow you away.&lt;br /&gt;Their new album "So Jealous" is coming out in September.&lt;br /&gt;I sent them an e-mail and surprise, surprise they replied. How cool is that?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-108789600693443052?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/108789600693443052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=108789600693443052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/108789600693443052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/108789600693443052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2004/06/musings_22.html' title='musings'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7384695.post-108783840704373243</id><published>2004-06-22T03:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T03:20:07.043+10:00</updated><title type='text'>first</title><content type='html'>Well, it's around 3am here, I'm supposed to be studying but instead&lt;br /&gt;I'm creating my first blog. At least I've gotten my priorities straight! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7384695-108783840704373243?l=notwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/108783840704373243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7384695&amp;postID=108783840704373243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/108783840704373243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7384695/posts/default/108783840704373243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notwithyou.blogspot.com/2004/06/first.html' title='first'/><author><name>Cran</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/cran/image06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
