<?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-3396544</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:03:31.403+10:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><subtitle type='html'>emma's page of ... stuff... yeah that's it ... yay

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&lt;!-- alxnet guestbook code ends --&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-112467117141595964</id><published>2005-08-22T10:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T10:39:31.423+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and so.The inevitable has happened.  Yahoo!mail has been blocked.  I have not yet braved a check of gmail, but my instincts tell me it will be blocked too.  This makes me very very sad.  I hate my work.Also, I hate the year 11 slags who made the block on LJ neccesary.  Poo to you, guys.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/112467117141595964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/112467117141595964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2005_08_21_archive.html#112467117141595964' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-112414442874754133</id><published>2005-08-16T08:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T08:21:59.646+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the procrastinating walrus queen strikes againI'm in a very morose, sort of dismal mood today. Perhaps it is the weather.Or perhaps it is the fact that I have done nowhere near as much work as I ought to have done on my speech and drama stuff. Perhaps it is not that, but the realisation that if I can't do this stupid speech stuff, how am I ever going to cope with uni? Maybe I won't be able to. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/112414442874754133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/112414442874754133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2005_08_14_archive.html#112414442874754133' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-112371307548836994</id><published>2005-08-11T08:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T08:35:02.623+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the ubiquitous sounds of vivaldiLately, it seems to me that I'm hearing Vivaldi's Four Seasons wherever I am. At the moment one the school ensembles - sounds like recorders? - is playing what I think is Summer, and the other day I heard one of the violinists playing Winter. Also, when I was watching Saved! on Tuesday night, I realised that Vivaldi was playing in the background of the scene where </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/112371307548836994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/112371307548836994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2005_08_07_archive.html#112371307548836994' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-112355578700695466</id><published>2005-08-09T12:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T12:51:19.566+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the continuing problem with ljWell. I now know why I can't use my LJ at work, and that is that the Powers that Be have decided to block it, due to the current students being rather stupid and far too dense to actually hide it when they're on the wrong sites. Fan fiction sites have also been banned, as have all email providers and various other sites students populate when they claim to be doing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/112355578700695466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/112355578700695466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2005_08_07_archive.html#112355578700695466' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-112346981050350098</id><published>2005-08-08T12:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T12:56:50.513+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, today I realised I missed blogging. LJ is somehow not quite the same. Also, I'm having trouble logging into it from school, which has been happening since last week. Slightly suss, yeah?Anyhow, I've just gotten back from Brisbane yesterday. Brisbane was fantabulous fun, and UQ is a splendiferous uni. Like, they have a noodle bar and a juice bar and I can study LATIN if I should choose and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/112346981050350098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/112346981050350098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2005_08_07_archive.html#112346981050350098' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-95328980</id><published>2003-06-06T00:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T00:54:51.210+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And now, I am off to bed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/95328980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/95328980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95328980' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-95328426</id><published>2003-06-06T00:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T00:41:41.500+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've now moved onto "Rest in Peace".  I love James Marsters' voice.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/95328426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/95328426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95328426' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-95327375</id><published>2003-06-06T00:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T00:13:41.660+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Still listening to "Sacrifice"  I've been on a posting frenzy at FAP, though a lot of what I've been posting has been utter rubbish, but hey.  I'm sitting under the Sorting Hat now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/95327375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/95327375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95327375' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-95323566</id><published>2003-06-05T22:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T22:22:51.836+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What Marauder are you?Created by  legomyelfboy with help from  goleafsgoI've been listening to "Sacrifice" on repeat for the last half hour.  Even though it's the song where Buffy does her lovely flying leap off the shoddily constructed built-by-crazy-people tower, it's very sweet and calm.  I really like it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/95323566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/95323566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95323566' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-95322238</id><published>2003-06-05T21:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T21:33:42.823+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm currently listening to the "Once More With Feeling" Buffy soundtrack and would like to state for the record that it is absolutely awesome. It sounds so much cooler on CD. And the Hush suite … can I just say, 'Oh my GOD.' I loff it. It's great. I can see why Christophe Beck won an Emmy. Twenty-three tracks of pure great goodness. It's wonderful. A little bit of trivia: Joss Whedon realised </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/95322238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/95322238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95322238' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-95311464</id><published>2003-06-05T12:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T12:31:24.863+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me-e, happy birthday to me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/95311464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/95311464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95311464' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-95224626</id><published>2003-06-03T15:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T15:29:35.810+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Rest in Peace"The woman you love considers you a soulless thing.You'd be better off if she went ahead and drovea stake through your heart. Which Buffy Musical song are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/95224626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/95224626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95224626' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-95119661</id><published>2003-06-01T00:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T00:01:30.000+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have been reading transcripts.  I now think I'll like "Chosen".  Wow.  Never thought that would happen.I can't believe that Anya finally faces her fear of bunnies and then goes and dies.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/95119661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/95119661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95119661' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-95027079</id><published>2003-05-29T17:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-05-29T17:25:37.676+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are the black corset outfit! Which Moulin Rouge Satine costume are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/95027079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/95027079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95027079' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-94938093</id><published>2003-05-27T23:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T23:13:21.956+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Twas a rather eventful day.  Sucked spectacularly at the writing competition.  Annoyed Brooke in maths by calling her a t00b and wibbling, squeeing and glomping.  Commented with my grandmother over the fact that the trees in front of Mrs Baldwin's place have been cut down.  Had a minor stroke when I found out that Fox8 has put Buffy on at 4.45pm.  Nearly cried at a TV show other than Buffy or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/94938093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/94938093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94938093' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-94576904</id><published>2003-05-19T22:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T22:27:34.630+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's a grasshopper sitting on my keyboard and it's really pissing me off.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/94576904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/94576904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94576904' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-94045416</id><published>2003-05-09T21:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T21:19:54.273+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sniff ... Anya dies.  I'm very annoyed.  I like Anya, even though she's annoying and tactless.  She's funny and I don't like her being killed off.I am going to hate this finale, I can feel it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/94045416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/94045416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#94045416' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-93585041</id><published>2003-05-01T18:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T18:43:20.313+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are the Green Fairy! Individualistic, creativeand down to earth you enjoy the simplepleasures of life! What color fairy are you? brought to you by Quizilla::said in a Kylie Minogue voice:: I'm the green fairy!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/93585041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/93585041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93585041' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-93388159</id><published>2003-04-28T18:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T18:39:26.000+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is my story of camp, one that I am sure will be remembered as much as the Eliza vs Campbell saga that resulted in public sand fights.Anyway, at camp, there were these roosters in the trees outside the teachers' cabin that had migrated from the dump and to say they crowed a lot would be an understatement. Needless to say, anyone within the vicinity of those trees got very little sleep, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/93388159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/93388159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93388159' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-93141421</id><published>2003-04-24T09:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T09:02:48.000+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am 42% EvilWith a style rating of 51%This score reflects a pathetic level of evil with sufficient style to look coolTest created by Jamie - take it here.I'm pathetically evil with style.  Go me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/93141421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/93141421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93141421' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-93074225</id><published>2003-04-23T08:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T08:42:43.886+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know how there are things that are just so horrible you can't take your eyes off them? Last night's Angel was one of those things. What a mentally scarring experience.  It just completely proved that Angel and Cordelia are absolutely wrong for each other and can I just say ew.The only good things about the episode were Angel saying Buffy's name, the return of Angelus and the fact that I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/93074225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/93074225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93074225' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-92138035</id><published>2003-04-07T18:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T19:00:06.000+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spent half of music trying to draw David Boreanaz's gravity-defying hair now of the past.  After reading 'Just Smack Me Around A Little', I've always laughed at that hair, especially in 'Surprise' when SMG's hair is all stringy and wet but his is still sticking straight up, most likely with industrial strength hair gel, but now he's gone and cut it short. it's gravity-defying hair no more, just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/92138035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/92138035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92138035' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-91677685</id><published>2003-03-31T11:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T11:49:07.826+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this new blog is extremely organised.  It's a good feeling, to be extremely organised.  Unfortunately, my mind is not often in an organised state, like now, as I'm meant to be studying for my maths exams tomorrow but it's a big case of "in one ear out the other" and it's just not happening.  Argh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/91677685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/91677685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91677685' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-91532250</id><published>2003-03-28T17:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-28T17:08:48.733+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've made some changes but I don't know if they've worked.  This blog can be so annoying sometimes.  I wish I had a livejournal.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/91532250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/91532250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91532250' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-91532032</id><published>2003-03-28T17:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-28T17:02:28.076+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've just given my blog a makeover because it really needed it.  I think it will be pretty ::crosses fingers and goes to check::</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/91532032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/91532032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91532032' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-91213796</id><published>2003-03-23T16:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-23T16:14:53.856+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It seems to me that I've been using this blog as a bitching ground.  Poor bloggie.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/91213796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/91213796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91213796' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-91213622</id><published>2003-03-23T16:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-23T16:09:55.653+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Which Lord of the Peeps Character are you?Quiz by Lauruu.Check out the Lord of the Peeps site today!Yay.  In other news, my sisters are playing S Club 7 way too loud and I can't get 'Bring it all Back' out of my head, I'm tired even though I slept for about fourteen hours straight last night and I wish I didn't have to go back to school for a month.I hate music.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/91213622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/91213622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91213622' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-90832371</id><published>2003-03-17T13:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-17T13:06:17.420+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today has been an OK day.  Acutally, kind of crappy from severe lack of sleep.  I need to learn how to organise and prioritise.  I need to get out my manifesto.  Maybe I should print it?  I've broken it into a thousand pieces over the last few days and handed in a crappy music assignment.  I am such a deadshit and I'm not quite sure why I'm bothering to tell myslef tha because I know I never </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/90832371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/90832371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90832371' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-90516276</id><published>2003-03-11T21:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T21:41:34.123+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just put my first fic up on Fiction Alley.  I'm feeling quite proud.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/90516276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/90516276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90516276' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-90163310</id><published>2003-03-05T17:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T17:11:09.046+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh look.  It does.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/90163310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/90163310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90163310' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-90163282</id><published>2003-03-05T17:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T17:10:12.496+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For some reason, my blog won't show the last post i published and I can't figure ot out, so I'm writing this for absolutely no reason except I want to see if it works.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/90163282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/90163282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90163282' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-89426671</id><published>2003-02-20T21:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-20T21:24:32.590+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Coming home on the bus this afternoon, these Americans were sitting behind me, talking loudly about a lot of crap.  Since I was bored and they were talking loudly, I listened.  Anyway, they talked a lot about stuff that isn't that important and were talking about college and education in general when one of them said something along the lines of  'At my farmstay there was there was this girl </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/89426671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/89426671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89426671' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-89130058</id><published>2003-02-15T15:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-15T15:23:46.726+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today saw a guy wearing a Quidditch cap.  Laughed at the fact that there really is a Potterhead in each of us.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/89130058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/89130058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89130058' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-88634169</id><published>2003-02-06T16:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-06T16:05:21.670+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This afternoon Kirsty and I spent twenty minutes sitting on the footpath outside Samaritan Place waiting for her Mum to Pick us up.  While we were there, we discovered a highly innovative candidate for an Australian flag.  That's right, you guessed it, the dead twig from a eucalyptus tree, complete with dead leaves!  Anyway, we sat there discussing this new flag, and then we started singing "We </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/88634169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/88634169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88634169' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-88578336</id><published>2003-02-05T17:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-05T17:13:48.873+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm very proud of this.  I only got two wrong.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/88578336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/88578336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88578336' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-88000403</id><published>2003-01-25T19:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-01-25T19:38:27.516+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What I have done today:-helped Mum in the uniform shop-went for a swim-did a bit more in my room-made dinnerWhat I didn't do today:-watch the Buffy marathon.I feel like I'm overflowing with virtue.In other news, I'm changing my blog back to how it was because i can't be bothered fixing up this format.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/88000403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/88000403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#88000403' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-87931007</id><published>2003-01-24T11:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-01-24T11:55:13.426+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The re-doing of my blog is a work in progress.  Where the hell do I get my archives?  I'm wondering.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/87931007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/87931007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87931007' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-87929392</id><published>2003-01-24T11:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-01-24T11:23:31.000+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which Season are you?Summer's a nice time.  It's hot, but it's holidays, and it's relaxing and it's probably my favourite time of year.  Thought, living in a place that has 75% summer weather, I'd guess you'd have to get used to it pretty damn quickly.  I feel in a rather introspective mood today and I don't know why.  I'm guessing it's because school starts next Wednesday, and today is my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/87929392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/87929392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87929392' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-86990224</id><published>2003-01-06T14:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-01-06T14:17:35.626+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which Ringwraith are You?By LisaSaw TTT again today.  That brings my count to two, which i am a bit ashamed about.  I should have seen it lots more by now.  Oh well.  Gimli has become one of my favourite characters as he's absolutely hilarious, and Gollum's split personality tendencies are hilarious beyond belief.  I can't wait to see it again.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/86990224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/86990224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#86990224' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-86355208</id><published>2002-12-21T18:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-12-21T18:36:29.446+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> What Color Eyes Should You Have? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/86355208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/86355208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86355208' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-84567034</id><published>2002-11-15T17:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-11-15T17:35:17.070+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jolly good, wot!  Anyone for tennis?  That'll be ten ponies, guv.  You're the epitome of everything that is english.  Yey :)  Hoist that Union Jack!How British are you?this quiz was made by alannaNow, that was a very easy test.  Never mind that I've never been to Britain.    But wait.  I'm going.  In fourteen days.  Nyah.It was a very easy test.  Except I'm not sure what the Scottish </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/84567034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/84567034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84567034' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-84504059</id><published>2002-11-14T12:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-11-14T12:50:39.466+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At the moment am trying to write a history essay.  Sadly is not working.  Below is my pitiful attempt:THE VALUE OF STUDYING HISTORYI like studying history and I don’t know why I find it interesting, but I do.  Nyah.I would like to hand that in, but I am afraid that it would not do much for my grade.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/84504059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/84504059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84504059' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-84354981</id><published>2002-11-11T19:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-11-11T19:43:30.590+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What Velvet Goldmine character are you?I can't actually remember who Jack was and i watched part of the movie on Saturday.  Weird movie.  No plot at all.  Of course, it probably didn't help that I snuck out and watched the love potion episode of Buffy again.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/84354981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/84354981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84354981' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-83819026</id><published>2002-10-31T21:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-10-31T21:41:52.056+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am a POETI know that rhyming isnt everything, and I use my talent to explore my mind's deepest and often the most eccentric corners, instead of focusing on the bad like so many angsty teenagers. Oh, and girls (as well as femmy guys) really go for my poetry...oh.  I'm a poet and I didn't know it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/83819026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/83819026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83819026' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-83767226</id><published>2002-10-30T22:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-10-30T22:49:49.303+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know, I like Ron.  Everyone tends to beat him up a lot, and you can't help but feel sorry for the poor bugger. ::grins::</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/83767226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/83767226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83767226' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-83764637</id><published>2002-10-30T21:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-10-30T21:06:44.186+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Argh.  I'm getting so pissed off.  My little icon thing at FA has been saying that I've had 36 posts for about the last four posts.This is not fair.  I want a new avatar, and I can't get one until I have more posts.Wah.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/83764637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/83764637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83764637' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-83764227</id><published>2002-10-30T20:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-10-30T20:48:06.210+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What I did in maths today:- noticed that everyone on duties this week was in 8.3- lamented again over the fact that I can't read Darksong until Keeley finishes it- noticed how tall the trees are outside the window- listened attentively to the one person that walked by- realised that ten people didn't do their homework, myself included- told myself, I need new shoes- wondered what we were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/83764227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/83764227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83764227' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-83764048</id><published>2002-10-30T20:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-10-30T20:40:26.000+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Take the "Which HP fan fiction site are you?"quiz by HazelSquee!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/83764048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/83764048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83764048' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-83646282</id><published>2002-10-28T15:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-10-28T15:14:27.023+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At the moment, am lamenting over the fact that I have no money and can not buy Darksong.  It’s rather annoying, as I have been waiting for this book since Christmas and Kirsty is buying it this afternoon.  Computer app is stupendously boring as usual and I’m having a good time freaking out over a science test next period, which isn’t really woth freaking out over, but it’s a bit of a tradition </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/83646282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/83646282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83646282' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-83547770</id><published>2002-10-26T18:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-10-26T18:47:29.000+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's your inner fangirl? Take the test!Ha.  I told you all.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/83547770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/83547770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83547770' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-83547250</id><published>2002-10-26T18:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-10-26T18:07:50.686+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went to work today, absolutely dog-tired as a result of camp.  Anyway, when there was a bit of a lull, Erin, Caitlin and I were discussing how tired we were and how we'd managed to get into that state.  I said I was tired because of camp, and Caitlin said (knowig that I went on camp because she's in year 12 at my school)"Oh, that's right.  Hey, was it true that a bunch of girls got caught </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/83547250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/83547250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83547250' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-83290319</id><published>2002-10-21T20:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-10-21T20:11:46.206+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>woof</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/83290319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/83290319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83290319' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-83290177</id><published>2002-10-21T20:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-10-21T20:04:38.526+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh my darling blog.  I have neglected you shamefully. ::hangs head::  Wish I could stay and un-neglect you, but I have evil history to do and can not.People, send hugs to Sarah-jane.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/83290177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/83290177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83290177' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-82729341</id><published>2002-10-09T16:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-10-09T16:55:56.060+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I went into my English classroom and someone had written on the board "GO SLASH".I tittered madly about it for awhile, wondering if some poor little innocent had written it about God knows what, or if Eden is trying to corrupt the whole school.*sigh*Does anyone remember the days when Harry Potter was just a book?  The days when we'd never heard of fanfiction?  The days when the only </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/82729341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/82729341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82729341' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-82717002</id><published>2002-10-09T11:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-10-09T11:33:02.426+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is not good.I keep eating the chocolates.Argh!  And I'm broke!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/82717002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/82717002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82717002' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-82116981</id><published>2002-09-26T09:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-09-26T09:01:21.270+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's 8:35 on the holidays and I'm awake, dressed and eating my breakfast, which, incedentally is museli and yoghurt and quite delicious.  Something is radically wrong here.  I think I'll give this radical wrongness the name of "Dad".  (For people who know me and sit at the same table with me at lunch, you will know this story.  For others (of which I am sure there is none) you won't know this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/82116981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/82116981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_09_22_archive.html#82116981' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-81979576</id><published>2002-09-23T14:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-09-23T14:43:08.446+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What Emma did today: You Are Heroic Mary Sue!Strong enough for a man, but made like a woman.  You're stubborn and rebellious, but underneath it all you're beauty personified.  You'll beat him at his own game, and with good hair to boot!What Lord of the Rings Mary Sue are You?which song describes you the best?So... what's on TV tonight?If you were a room in a house, what room would you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/81979576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/81979576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_09_22_archive.html#81979576' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-81667215</id><published>2002-09-16T21:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-09-16T21:29:18.406+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How Are You Smart?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/81667215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/81667215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_09_15_archive.html#81667215' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-81493278</id><published>2002-09-12T14:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-09-12T14:59:35.433+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A reflection from last night:My mother spends all her time on the phone to Gayle talking about two things: Bella Voce and me.  It is a pain.  Not only do I hear all these things about Bella Voce that I shouldn't ("Don't tell anyone I said that all right?") but i am forced to listen to her shameless plugging of me. Mum: "Oh yes, Emma got a high distinction in the English Comp ... funny, isn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/81493278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/81493278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81493278' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-81448061</id><published>2002-09-11T19:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-09-12T14:58:43.000+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today we had a liturgy thing for September 11 in homeroom.  It was simple; our teacher read out prayers, lit a candle and then we had a minute's silence.  I looked out the door to the coffee shop across the road, and at the tree in the corner of the basketball court with the wire seats underneath it, and for one minute, the whole school was silent.  It gave me a moment to think about what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/81448061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/81448061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81448061' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-81350613</id><published>2002-09-09T20:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-09-09T20:52:31.793+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fawlty Towers is on.  It's an absolute crack-up.  Basil would have to be one of the most horrible and disagreeable characters ever created for TV and I absolutely love him.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/81350613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/81350613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81350613' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-81349515</id><published>2002-09-09T19:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-09-09T19:47:00.233+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have finally fixed up my poor neglected bloggie *claps*.  isn't it pretty now? *preens*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/81349515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/81349515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81349515' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-81216830</id><published>2002-09-06T12:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-09-06T12:23:40.346+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hpmh.  Am no longer on my own.  Poo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/81216830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/81216830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81216830' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-81213798</id><published>2002-09-06T11:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-09-06T11:09:37.403+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just finished the washing up.  I should be at school right now, but I didn't feel like it this morning, so I asked Mum if i could have the day off as we are doing nothing at school today (PE, Music, English) and i have a lot of assignments and I am very busy on the weekend.  After telling me that my time management skills were of of the crappiest order and a lot of emotional blackmail, she agreed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/81213798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/81213798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81213798' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-81208157</id><published>2002-09-06T08:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-09-06T08:37:48.180+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmph.  I can't view my blog.  Not happy Jan.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/81208157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/81208157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81208157' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-81171189</id><published>2002-09-05T13:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-09-05T13:11:08.000+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stuff of the week.Song of the week - Getting away with it (all messed up)Accent of the week - IrishJewellery of the week - pink beaded braceletHair accessory of the week - purple hair ribbonExcuse of the week - "I forgot"Food of the week - Cold Rock cookies and cream with a PicnicWill continue this later.  Maybe in History.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/81171189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/81171189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81171189' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-80819882</id><published>2002-08-28T22:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-08-28T22:10:40.660+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WE WON NETBALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!  WE KICKED GRAMMER'S ARSE!!!!!!!!  WE OFFICIALLY ROCK!!!!!!!!  WE ARE IN THE GRAND FINAL!!!!!!!  I GET TO SPRAY MY HAIR RED AND GREEN!!!!!!!!!  YEAH!!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/80819882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/80819882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_08_25_archive.html#80819882' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-80711810</id><published>2002-08-26T13:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-08-26T13:04:10.253+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feel like it's time to announce that two weeks ago, we gained a mouse named Harry.  He's very nice, and he's named Harry because he has a wiggly line down his back that could resemble a lighting bolt.  Thus his name is Harry.  Note:  I did not name him.  My sister's teacher's daughter did.  But I am the first to say that it is a very fitting name.  The only problem with him is that he pees all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/80711810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/80711810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_08_25_archive.html#80711810' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-80219631</id><published>2002-08-14T15:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-08-14T15:42:52.820+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lachlan is watching Passions and i am absolutely disgusted.  It is terrible.  I don't know how he can stand it.  Yuk yuk yuk.  Imagine if aliens were watching Passions as a way to find out what human being were like.  What a terrible image.  Have been having fun all day speaking in a Scottish accent and a Kiwi accent, and i wish I was going on the New Zealand trip just to spend the whole time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/80219631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/80219631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80219631' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-79964540</id><published>2002-08-08T13:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-08-08T13:06:06.983+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Take The Princess Quiz by Azure EyesYou are The Faery PrincessYour kingdom is filled with magic and nature, where anything can happen.You see world where others see woods..You find the secret enchantment in every creature you meet.Though you like company, you find yourself more content when in nature and feel at peace there.You have a passion for things of a romantic nature and have a tendancy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/79964540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/79964540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_08_04_archive.html#79964540' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-79839961</id><published>2002-08-05T20:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-08-05T20:28:15.830+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Below is my day and what I wrote during my day.  Not a lot, as I couldn't get to my book when I wanted to, but Brooke, if you're reading this, you have now discovered the reason that I was writing down the time all day.7:09 amI've thought deeply about this and have decided that I'm not really sure that I want to be in England after these Commonwealth Games.11:08 amEnglish.  We are doing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/79839961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/79839961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_08_04_archive.html#79839961' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-79772212</id><published>2002-08-03T23:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-08-03T23:31:27.326+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The commonwealth games are on behind me, and once again, the aussies have won.  Again.  Is it just me or are these games starting to get a little bit boring?  I mean, I love my country, but to be quite frank, I am so sick of us winning!  And what's even stupider about them is that they leave all the stupid shows on, like Home and Away and Wheel of Fortune, but they take off the really good ones, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/79772212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/79772212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79772212' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-79638325</id><published>2002-07-31T22:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-07-31T22:42:48.000+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh and on a side note, I did get my science assignment done, but it took me two hours of Red Hot Chili Pepper music, half an hour of raving on to my brother about how much I can't stand science, twenty minutes of reading "The Bell Jar", a lot of half-hearted proclamations of frustration at how much the world sucks and fifteen minutes of writing a poem about it.  The queen of procrastination </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/79638325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/79638325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79638325' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-79637976</id><published>2002-07-31T22:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-07-31T22:29:27.530+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just looked at my blog and i realised that I didn't blog for about a month.What a slack-arse am I.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/79637976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/79637976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79637976' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-79542843</id><published>2002-07-29T20:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-08-03T20:27:17.000+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  I should send this to Ryan.  Actually, I should send it to both Ryans, just to make sure my stupid ex knows that I don't really give a rat's arse about him dumping me, I'm just pissed off that I didn't get to do it first.And for anyone that cares, Ryan actually dumped me almost three weeks ago, it's just taken me this long to react.  Says how much I really care.  I think i must be inhuman.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/79542843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/79542843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79542843' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-79535444</id><published>2002-07-29T14:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-07-29T14:54:15.200+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Changed my template.  Go me!  What a productive science class.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/79535444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/79535444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79535444' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-79535315</id><published>2002-07-29T14:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-07-29T14:51:30.000+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Am in science right now and completely bored out of my brain.  And scared.  Musn't forget scared.You see, I only just read my assignment.  And it's due on Wednesday.  That's two days away.  That's very scary.  And if I don't get it in i will be in the worst trouble, because I already have a really bad track record with science this year, what with that goddamn biotech assignment being a term </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/79535315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/79535315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79535315' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-78214121</id><published>2002-06-26T17:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-06-26T17:27:27.886+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For anyone who cares, Romeo + Juliet made me cry.  But I got my oral written and i went surprisingly well.  It was lots of fun, because I dressed up as one of the witches and got to tease up my hair and put one a lot of makeup to make me look scary.  I had some green eye stuff on, and Brooke decided that it looked like fungi, hence my new nickname of Lady Fungi.  But that's not really important.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/78214121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/78214121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_06_23_archive.html#78214121' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-77774602</id><published>2002-06-15T21:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-06-15T21:21:32.330+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ooh ooh ooh Just heard a preview for Beech is Back on Wednesday.  Don't actually know what's going to happen but it sounds very exciting.  That reminds me actually ... I haven't finished watching last week'e episode.  Damn.  I still hve to watch Romeo and Juliet, Macbeth and 10 Things I hate About You, and now I have to watch Beech is Back.  Sigh.  So many videos, so little time!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/77774602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/77774602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77774602' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-77774559</id><published>2002-06-15T21:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-06-26T17:04:11.000+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Am eating snow peas right now.  Well Mum says they're real peas, still in their pod thingy, but they taste like snow peas and look like snow peas, so I am rather inclined to believe they're snow peas.Now we've got over our snow pea identity crisis, I should probably add that I shouldn't be writing in this, but I felt that I had to because i haven't blogged since ... um, i don't know what day, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/77774559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/77774559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77774559' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-77498005</id><published>2002-06-08T23:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-06-08T23:14:58.000+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...and which lesser Harry Potter character are you?Mm-hmm, that's me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/77498005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/77498005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77498005' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-77370691</id><published>2002-06-05T21:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-06-05T21:39:57.713+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is my birthday.  Go me.  It has been quite a good day.  Not only can I now go and see MA movies without having to sneak in, I a) got a cake from my friends at lunch (love you guys!), b) the party is going ahead after all, c) I have a job interview tomorrow, d) we flogged at netball, e) I got another cake, and f) QLD is winning State of Origin.Today is a very good day.Wish everyday was a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/77370691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/77370691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77370691' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-77280669</id><published>2002-06-03T18:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-06-03T18:47:20.200+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is bloody freezing and nobody in this stupid freezing house will shut up.  Why is my family so noisy?  we don't even have the TV on, or music, or something that actually creates noise.  Why is it so bloody noisy?I'm trying to read 'Taming of the Shrew' at the moment, but it is quite hard to read and I have obviously gotten distracted.  Now, here is the question of the day, raised by people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/77280669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/77280669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77280669' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-76782943</id><published>2002-05-21T13:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-05-21T13:01:40.156+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm a hamster.what kinda pet are you?quiz made by muna.squeak squeak</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/76782943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/76782943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76782943' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-76568427</id><published>2002-05-15T16:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-05-15T16:33:26.230+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which Piercing are you?You know, I am sure I posted something else after that Obernewtyn quiz.  Must have got deleted.  Argh, I hate that.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/76568427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/76568427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76568427' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-76182560</id><published>2002-05-05T23:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-05-07T19:48:53.000+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>       Primary       Ability:              Farseeker            Farseekers posses the ability to communicate over great distances via telepathy.  They are great friends who know when they're needed, and seem to be able to detect others thoughts.                                           Secondary       Ability:       Empath                    Empaths posess the ability to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/76182560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/76182560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76182560' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-75839909</id><published>2002-04-26T17:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-04-26T17:23:37.926+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If I were in a movie, I'd be an advice-giving friend!Take the Movie Quiz now!created by Brooke.ohh god, haven't been here for ages.  argh.  damn homework, choir, ensemble, chamber festival and that crappy movie i went to (resident evil, in case you're wondering) to hell.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/75839909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/75839909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_04_21_archive.html#75839909' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-75580175</id><published>2002-04-19T20:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-04-19T20:04:48.590+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>    This stong idealist values friendship highly, and will never give up on those   she loves.  What Obernewtyn Character   are you?  how cool.  Keeley, if you're reading this, the Sending won't be finished for another couple of years, BUT (don't throw a spaz yet) at the moment, IC is on Europe, finishing the next in the Legendsong trilogy and (i think) is starting work on the second book</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/75580175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/75580175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_04_14_archive.html#75580175' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-75580002</id><published>2002-04-19T19:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-04-19T19:50:19.576+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which LOTR Woman are you?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/75580002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/75580002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_04_14_archive.html#75580002' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-75579398</id><published>2002-04-19T19:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-04-19T19:02:07.883+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Band Quiz By Rahel kind of suits me, but i'm a violin player!  though i guess if I was a violin, I'd be highly strung, liable to get out of tune easily, snapping with no warning, a figure of absolute perfection playing beautiful music but probably completely up myself. Mmm, think I like the French Horn.  But the sound of a violin is better.  Oh yes.  as long as it's played by someone who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/75579398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/75579398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_04_14_archive.html#75579398' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-75417897</id><published>2002-04-15T19:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-04-15T19:52:27.000+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Completely Pointless Personality Quizhee hee, this is what my brother got!  now kirsty, you shouldn't feel so bad about getting rubber dog shit.  Have to go now, because if he knew that I'd posted this, he'd kill me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/75417897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/75417897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_04_14_archive.html#75417897' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-75417776</id><published>2002-04-15T19:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-04-15T19:44:23.000+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there's this See what Rugrat you are.and then there's thisWhat kind of drunk are you?we won't forget thisand what about thisand here's a little mixtureand a tie See what Care Bear you are./a&gt; See what Care Bear you are.and finally there's thisWhich Evil Criminal are You?Hailing from sunny Transylvania, your first blood-related incident was when you stabbed a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/75417776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/75417776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_04_14_archive.html#75417776' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-75386176</id><published>2002-04-14T22:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-04-14T22:17:20.440+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>argh.  This stupid copy and paste thing is stuffing up again!  I'm trying to paste the ice cream quiz, but i keep pasting my english oral.  As I doubt anyone would want to read that, i shall not paste it, but delete it and then swear at this computer out loud and then swear in my head at my dad who keeps telling me to go to bed.  stupid ice cream quiz anyway.  supposedly i'm neopolitan.I SHOULD</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/75386176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/75386176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_04_14_archive.html#75386176' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-75385891</id><published>2002-04-14T21:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-04-14T21:55:16.390+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haven't been on here for awhile, which means, in Emmaspeak, about three days.  At the moment, am trying to figure out how old i really look.  You see, Caitlin's friend Aaron reckons i look about seventeen, but I can't figure out why.  Why?  Oh this is bugging me so much, have been trying to figure this out for two days now.  why is this bugging me so much?  At least i don't look younger than I am</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/75385891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/75385891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_04_14_archive.html#75385891' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-75277769</id><published>2002-04-11T16:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-04-11T16:51:39.450+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Find out which Moulin Rouge song you are.coolios, I love that song, but my favourite's el Tango De Roxanne.  That bit is probably one of the best in the whole movie.  Or maybe the performance at the end ... oh god that movie is so sad!  I cried so much, especially when Satine died.  I even cried at the beginning when Christian is looking all pathetic and tragic and heartbreaking in his garret</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/75277769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/75277769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75277769' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-75277467</id><published>2002-04-11T16:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-04-11T16:37:55.563+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Immortalized by the famous "Draco Sinister" (by Cassandra Claire), you are witty, sexy, and the typical bad boy girls love. You are paired with Ginny or Hermione, because they remind the author the most of herself. You have sudden special powers that enable you to go along special Voldie-killing missions with Harry and Co. At first you get on everyone's nerves, especially Ron's, but soon </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/75277467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/75277467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75277467' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-75276912</id><published>2002-04-11T16:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-04-11T16:12:51.000+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are Harley Barbie! You don't asocciate with "sophisticate" barbie and never "nsync #1 fan" barbie, but you know who your friends are and you do what you want. Plus, you have a kick ass motorcycle.Yay.  i own a motorbike.  Go me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/75276912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/75276912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75276912' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-75271241</id><published>2002-04-11T13:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-04-11T13:09:09.293+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a href="http://www.digital-monkey.net"&gt;Others see you as fresh, lively, charming, amazing, practical,and always interesting.someone who is constantly the center of attention,but sufficiently well-balanced not to let it go to their head.They also see you as kind, considerate, and understanding,someone who'll always cheer them up and help them out.awww.  How sweet.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/75271241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/75271241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75271241' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-75242060</id><published>2002-04-10T21:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-04-10T21:49:21.466+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am pissed off because the stupid search thing at fan fiction refuses to come up with my name.  argh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/75242060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/75242060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75242060' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3396544.post-75241106</id><published>2002-04-10T20:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2002-04-10T20:55:07.126+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just added my imood thingy to my links, which i finally figured out how to work (kind of).  I'm bummed because we just had one of the worst netball games of my entire life and i am so incredibly pissed, which i would have put, but they didn't have that, so i passed.  i mean, god, that umpire was so shitty, where the hell were her eyes?  And grammer were typical grammer, pushing, shoving, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/75241106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3396544/posts/default/75241106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmadee.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75241106' title=''/><author><name>emma dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07434563937168105149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
