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term='Food.'/><category term='Uni'/><category term='School Photos'/><category term='Zoology'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>BB ♥</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>267</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-3160666933500613132</id><published>2011-06-27T17:08:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T17:37:59.856+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zowie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katy Perry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DJ Skeet Skeet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concert'/><title type='text'>Katy Perry Concert.</title><content type='html'>Now that I'm on holidays, I might try and post a bit more. Other than studying nothing too big has happened except for the fact that I went to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;KATY PERRY CONCERT!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I’m not going to lie, it was pretty amazing! May 5th finally rolled around and after a few hours at uni, my friends and I were on the road to go to the concert. We actually got really close to the front at the entertainment centre, we were in the front mosh pit and managed to get 3 rows from the front. Zowie performed and she was good. DJ Skeet Skeet came on next and he was really good! His set list really pumped everyone up for Katy Perry! And then Katy Perry came on!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening with Teenage Dream and closing with California Gurls just made me so happy! Plus, all the songs she sang in between made me happy too. (She played every song from the Teenage Dream album, a few from One of The Boys and did some covers as well.) I loved how in "Firework" she had fireworks on stage! And in "Hot N Cold", she changed outfits so many times just like how they do it in the magic shows! Words can’t fathom how excited I was and even thinking back on it just makes me feel ecstatic. I’m really hoping that she’ll release a tour dvd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lN0EfYjCsTw/TggxkrEMopI/AAAAAAAAANs/0yQJjUiLino/s1600/IMG_1237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622798640877445778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lN0EfYjCsTw/TggxkrEMopI/AAAAAAAAANs/0yQJjUiLino/s320/IMG_1237.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zowie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ap2_XcjO9MY/Tggxk20AoQI/AAAAAAAAAN0/hi5N7eudbL8/s1600/IMG_1270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622798644030775554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ap2_XcjO9MY/Tggxk20AoQI/AAAAAAAAAN0/hi5N7eudbL8/s320/IMG_1270.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DJ Skeet Skeet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BThruGNqsWc/TggxlJPiaPI/AAAAAAAAAN8/IYWKmXQn6U4/s1600/IMG_1282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622798648978073842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BThruGNqsWc/TggxlJPiaPI/AAAAAAAAAN8/IYWKmXQn6U4/s320/IMG_1282.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Zy8MFcp3gY/TggxllAhvxI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Ljkaz1KINQU/s1600/IMG_1290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622798656431308562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Zy8MFcp3gY/TggxllAhvxI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Ljkaz1KINQU/s320/IMG_1290.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Katy Perry &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HL0xtbX7UqA/Tggxl0WNQnI/AAAAAAAAAOM/T7JleX41GcQ/s1600/IMG_1372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622798660548772466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HL0xtbX7UqA/Tggxl0WNQnI/AAAAAAAAAOM/T7JleX41GcQ/s320/IMG_1372.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Katy Perry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-3160666933500613132?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/3160666933500613132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=3160666933500613132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/3160666933500613132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/3160666933500613132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2011/06/katy-perry-concert.html' title='Katy Perry Concert.'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lN0EfYjCsTw/TggxkrEMopI/AAAAAAAAANs/0yQJjUiLino/s72-c/IMG_1237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-2721779987579266248</id><published>2011-02-23T23:12:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T23:20:55.030+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robyn Dell&apos;Unto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zoology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben Dolnick'/><title type='text'>Reading/ Watching/ Listening list.</title><content type='html'>Reading: “Zoology” – Ben Dolnick. (Actually, I’ve read it over the Summer holidays and l loved it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MQdvKnivS6o/TWUH_KHE9QI/AAAAAAAAANQ/svtK-TPKk0w/s1600/Zoology.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 210px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576872495195419906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MQdvKnivS6o/TWUH_KHE9QI/AAAAAAAAANQ/svtK-TPKk0w/s320/Zoology.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching: “The Office” – Words can’t fathom how much I love this show! Perhaps I’m only doing a business degree is because I hope for a boss like Michael Scott? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6sd3ANj4Q60/TWUH_OFLFMI/AAAAAAAAANY/f8KlSneQWD4/s1600/The%2BOffice.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576872496261174466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6sd3ANj4Q60/TWUH_OFLFMI/AAAAAAAAANY/f8KlSneQWD4/s320/The%2BOffice.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening: Robyn Dell’Unto – If I wrote all the music I was listening to this would be a pretty long post! So I thought I’d only share the person I’m actually listening to at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pcueWyixslM/TWUH_Ws3IAI/AAAAAAAAANg/Pv65MiN1LkA/s1600/Robyn%2BDell%2527Unto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576872498575122434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pcueWyixslM/TWUH_Ws3IAI/AAAAAAAAANg/Pv65MiN1LkA/s320/Robyn%2BDell%2527Unto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-2721779987579266248?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/2721779987579266248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=2721779987579266248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/2721779987579266248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/2721779987579266248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2011/02/reading-watching-listening-list.html' title='Reading/ Watching/ Listening list.'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MQdvKnivS6o/TWUH_KHE9QI/AAAAAAAAANQ/svtK-TPKk0w/s72-c/Zoology.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-2408602245131708873</id><published>2011-01-28T12:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T12:35:51.632+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>This blog needs some TLC. So maybe that should have been my New Year’s Resolution? But like most people I can’t really keep my new year’s resolution – except for that year when I promised myself I had to read “The Virgin Suicides” by Jeffrey Eugenides before the year was over and I finished it on 31 December. Ah, that was a good way to end the year. Hopefully throughout the year I’ll make some changes to the blog and try to update it more frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the year! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-2408602245131708873?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/2408602245131708873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=2408602245131708873&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/2408602245131708873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/2408602245131708873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-3377349810202663997</id><published>2010-09-15T18:58:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T19:15:35.162+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Environment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pollution'/><title type='text'>Pollution.</title><content type='html'>My posts are few and far between but while I was researching an assignment I came along this photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Empire_State_Building_Night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517062337336105986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/TJCK9xSa3AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/tSblCxTU9xI/s320/Empire_State_Building_Night.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Empire State Building in New York City at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; time."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light pollution, and pollution in general really, is such a scary thing! At night time it’s suppose to be dark and the moon and millions of stars should be visible. But seeing this orange haze in this photo of New York is frightening. We take so many things for advantage and quite often than not something disastrous happens when we overuse the products. Although I don’t do huge things for the environment in my day-to-day life I try to make the small things matter. Try turning off water when you’re brushing your teeth, not keep the refrigerator door open &amp;amp; reusing plastic as much as you can because even just a few things can help the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BB ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-3377349810202663997?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/3377349810202663997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=3377349810202663997&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/3377349810202663997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/3377349810202663997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2010/09/pollution.html' title='Pollution.'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/TJCK9xSa3AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/tSblCxTU9xI/s72-c/Empire_State_Building_Night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-3100547077405644364</id><published>2010-08-09T01:04:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T01:06:27.378+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fish'/><title type='text'>My fish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;My two fish, Ariel and Ronnie. They've made numerous visits in my dreams lately!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/TF7HrMsRdJI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ByGOwTw4XCc/s1600/08072010(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503055339648545938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/TF7HrMsRdJI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ByGOwTw4XCc/s320/08072010(005).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BB ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-3100547077405644364?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/3100547077405644364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=3100547077405644364&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/3100547077405644364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/3100547077405644364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-fish.html' title='My fish.'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/TF7HrMsRdJI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ByGOwTw4XCc/s72-c/08072010(005).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-5248795533614881749</id><published>2010-07-21T18:41:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T18:41:30.203+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>21 July 2010</title><content type='html'>Other than my one game of netball I’ve done zero exercise! I’m really bad at being motivated to do things that I don’t really want to do. Plus it’s winter and it’s too cold to go out and exercise! Once it starts to heat up I’m sure I’ll have the energy and motivation to do something other than feeding my fish and watching cartoons. But these holidays have been pretty eventful, well the one major thing that happened was the fact my car broke down in a dark car park.. in a not so safe town.. at night time. Well, it wasn’t as bad as I made it out to be but I was mostly worried about the car blowing up. I always tend to think of the worst thing that could happen in any sort of situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve still got textbooks and notebooks to buy for next semester but other than that I’m almost ready for another semester of study. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BB ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-5248795533614881749?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/5248795533614881749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=5248795533614881749&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/5248795533614881749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/5248795533614881749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2010/07/21-july-2010.html' title='21 July 2010'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-6756033939523167665</id><published>2010-06-24T22:39:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T22:40:21.408+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Holidays.</title><content type='html'>I’ve finished my first semester of university! Which means I have just over a month’s holiday to get fit. Or I might sleep in every day, watch day time television and only venture outside to get the mail. Seriously though, I do need to get fit. One of my classes was on the 3rd level of a building and I had to walk up 50 steps of stairs! Now, 50 steps does sound like that much but when you haven’t exercised is so long it’s really a lot. I had to make sure I turned up to class a bit early so I wouldn’t be so puffed during the lectures! That’s how unfit I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a month’s holiday means that I can update this blog more semi-regularly than what I have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BB ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. 9000 views! Thanks! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-6756033939523167665?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/6756033939523167665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=6756033939523167665&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/6756033939523167665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/6756033939523167665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2010/06/ive-finished-my-first-semester-of.html' title='Holidays.'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-7880088060110907261</id><published>2010-05-24T18:52:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T18:57:16.351+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Excited'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Blog! The past year has flown past but it’s been a great ride! Now, if only it was my birthday tomorrow. I’d be the happiest girl alive! Instead, I’ll just have to wait 6 and a half months and say hello to being 18! I can’t wait! Even just thinking about it making my head spin a little bit, I have a tendency to get really excited for things that don’t need the excitement. Even going out and the getting mail excites me. Hmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://akamai.mickeys.co.za/wp-content/uploads/Happy-Birthday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 248px; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474757171288421762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/S_o-pAorNYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/u-IGX72BAew/s320/Happy-Birthday2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- BB ♥!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-7880088060110907261?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/7880088060110907261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=7880088060110907261&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/7880088060110907261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/7880088060110907261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/S_o-pAorNYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/u-IGX72BAew/s72-c/Happy-Birthday2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-4550567451266107443</id><published>2010-05-21T13:54:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T13:59:40.631+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lolcats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni'/><title type='text'>Lolcat.</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! I haven’t posted in almost a month, I’m sorry! I’ve been so inundated with exams and assignments I haven’t been able to post or watch much TV! Anyway, Monday (I think) will be my 1 year anniversary with this blog. It’s kind of scary how fast time goes by. This time last year I was at high school contemplating about whether or not to start up a blog and then the rest of last year was so great. But this year has been absolutely amazing! I’ve met so many great people, I’ve had so many good times and everything is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve passed all my uni exams and I’m just waiting for the results on my assignments. I’ve got 1 assignment and 4 exams and then I’ve finished the first semester. It’s gone surprisingly fast! Like, I’ve never met any of these people before in my whole life and I’ve had to do group assignments with some people. It’s so strange! But in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is quite a miserable today, it’s rainy and cold and the circuit breakers for the lights aren’t working or something? So it’s pretty dark inside and I’m home alone which makes it all the better. Sitting in the dark by myself, what could go wrong? Hopefully not too much! Although, today we had a computers assignment due that we have to send to the university over the internet. That went fine until I realised I got my student number wrong so I had to email one of my lecturers to delete my submission so I could resend it. Out of all the people it had to happen to, it was me! But I resent it and hopefully it all works out just fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll try and post more regularly and I will definitely try to post on Monday night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BB ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Lolcats are the funniest thing ever. This photo is especially funny because cats don’t even have email accounts so how can they check their emails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/shaileshdoke/SC4NFMUIzdI/AAAAAAAAAlA/4YzweXP_ha4/let%20me%20check%20my%20emails%20lolcat%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473567022848236946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/S_YENQMpXZI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/4S9qYkeB5Ac/s320/let+me+check+my+emails+lolcat%5B4%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-4550567451266107443?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/4550567451266107443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=4550567451266107443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/4550567451266107443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/4550567451266107443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2010/05/lolcat.html' title='Lolcat.'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/S_YENQMpXZI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/4S9qYkeB5Ac/s72-c/let+me+check+my+emails+lolcat%5B4%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-6010029949491971499</id><published>2010-04-25T21:48:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T22:09:20.502+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exams'/><title type='text'>First uni exam!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! I haven't posted in what seems like a million years but in reality it's been 17 days. 17 long days. Anyway, I had my first uni exam yesterday and it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be actually. Normally I get really nervy in exams but this exam didn't make me nervous that much. Maybe it was because the exam was multiple choice and I had a 1 in 4 chance of being right? I did study though and I did also wear my lucky jewellery and to be honest even if I didn’t study I would have aced it anyway purely because of the jewellery. I’m kidding, I’m certain I didn’t ace the exam. I shouldn’t think like that though. I’ll start thinking positive of myself now. This Saturday coming I have another two exams on top of four assignments so it’s been pretty hectic at home with all the work. One of the bad things is the travel truck drivers scare me! Especially when they’re tailgating me in my little teeny tiny car. But then I usually just turn up the music and starting singing to Miley Cyrus. (Maybe I shouldn’t have mentioned that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I wasn’t allowed to get a cat, or a dog, or a guinea pig so when I asked to get a fish and I was told I could, I literally jumped in the car and my friend and I went out to an fish pet shop place where I got myself two comet goldfish. We went to Hungry Jacks and Woolworths and everyone was looking at us because we had goldfish in a plastic bag. Some guy asked us how long they lived for in the plastic bags and we said to him “We just got them and didn’t want to leave them in the car” He thought slightly more of us I think! No, he was probably thinking, “What weird girls. This town just proves they have weird people here because who carries fish into a fast food restaurant?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll have to put a picture of my two fish when I take one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- BB ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-6010029949491971499?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/6010029949491971499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=6010029949491971499&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/6010029949491971499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/6010029949491971499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-uni-exam.html' title='First uni exam!'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-6372677858198503659</id><published>2010-04-08T22:56:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T23:13:55.208+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High School.'/><title type='text'>University.</title><content type='html'>The fact that I'm at university hasn't really sank in yet. It almost feels like a dream. The past 5 weeks have gone surprisingly fast. Meeting new people, going to lectures, driving, going to tutorials and seeing so many people is so surreal. I knew quite a few people during high school at university I don’t even know 5% of the people doing the same course as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;University is just like in the movies. You come and go as you please. You don’t even have to go to classes and if you’re late no one really cares. It’s awesome! But I don’t like the work. I’d love to just go to university and expect them to give me my degree at the end of my 3 year course. I am of course from generation Y and yes, I do like people doing things for me. Well, some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m still undecided on whether or not I’m “Team High School” or “Team University.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- BB ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-6372677858198503659?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/6372677858198503659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=6372677858198503659&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/6372677858198503659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/6372677858198503659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2010/04/university.html' title='University.'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-8902892462214921060</id><published>2010-04-04T23:20:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T23:32:58.178+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eagle Boys'/><title type='text'>Eagle Boys</title><content type='html'>Everyone loves pizza, friends and videos right? Well it just so happens that Bean, Cheese and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steaky&lt;/span&gt; feature in the new Eagle Boys ad that was filmed in our hometown! Now, I know their 2 seconds on camera has nothing on the fact that I was on the "Great South East" but I'll save that story for another time. I didn't even know they were making the ad until I read about it on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; the night it was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/S7iTuSBKjJI/AAAAAAAAAMI/gjQTkBp7j7Q/s1600/Bean,+Chesse+and+Steaky..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456273371879345298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/S7iTuSBKjJI/AAAAAAAAAMI/gjQTkBp7j7Q/s320/Bean,+Chesse+and+Steaky..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Picture: Bean's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; page.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;You can view the video here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Euxor-qiKSw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Euxor-qiKSw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually haven't seen the full ad on the big screen yet but when I do those will be the best 31 seconds of my life. I'll even turn the TV up really loud just so it can help me picture them better. I'm kidding that's a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- BB ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. Bean, Cheese and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steaky&lt;/span&gt; are all things that you can find on a plate full of food. Coincidence?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-8902892462214921060?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/8902892462214921060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=8902892462214921060&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/8902892462214921060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/8902892462214921060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2010/04/eagle-boys.html' title='Eagle Boys'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/S7iTuSBKjJI/AAAAAAAAAMI/gjQTkBp7j7Q/s72-c/Bean,+Chesse+and+Steaky..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-7495376016260991156</id><published>2010-04-04T22:50:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T23:03:05.081+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Date Night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comedy'/><title type='text'>A message to Sharon.</title><content type='html'>Tina Fey and Steve Carell. Need I say more? I really hope Date Night is going to be a good movie. I've seen the previews and I don't want to get overly disappointed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.filmofilia.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/Date-Night-Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 216px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456265083789445650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/S7iML2ejChI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5TXgknObdZM/s320/Date-Night-Poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Date Night!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'll be there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- BB ♥ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-7495376016260991156?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/7495376016260991156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=7495376016260991156&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/7495376016260991156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/7495376016260991156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2010/04/message-to-sharon.html' title='A message to Sharon.'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/S7iML2ejChI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5TXgknObdZM/s72-c/Date-Night-Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-6192418555601191938</id><published>2010-04-02T21:50:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T22:02:34.714+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni'/><title type='text'>Good Friday.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I know it's only Good Friday but I've already eaten so much chocolate. Chocolate actually gives me stomach aches which I'm sure I've already said but I was really craving it and right now I've currently got a killer stomach ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a better note, I'm on a one week holiday from university thanks to the Easter break. After the break I've got exams and assignments and it's quite nerve racking! Though 3 of my exams are multiple choice. Easy right? Well my lecture and tutorial teachers don't seem to think so. "Two of the options are completely wrong. You just have to get the correct answer right as opposed to picking the wrong answer." I'm sorry, but isn't that the whole point of multiple choice exams and exams in general to get the answer right? But I've loved the last week. Our computing teacher gave us a chocolate during class and our economics teacher let us go an hour early. I missed the rush from all the school kids getting picked up and I missed the rain! I was quite happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Happy Easter guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- BB ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-6192418555601191938?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/6192418555601191938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=6192418555601191938&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/6192418555601191938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/6192418555601191938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-friday.html' title='Good Friday.'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-7384254026456569592</id><published>2010-03-31T22:29:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:05:16.344+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jerry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>Jerry.</title><content type='html'>I miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/S7NFL4aL1gI/AAAAAAAAAL4/lIRN8hEtdkY/s1600/Jerry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454779644098893314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/S7NFL4aL1gI/AAAAAAAAAL4/lIRN8hEtdkY/s320/Jerry.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jerry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1996- 2009. I'm glad before the move and you ran away that we had a big talk. I miss your heart-shaped pattern of white fur on your neck. I miss your purrs. I miss the way I could talk to you. I miss how we had other cats and you were still my favourite. I miss how you saw me grow up from a 4 year old to a 16 year old. I miss your little thing you had on your ear from a cat fight. I miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;BB ♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-7384254026456569592?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/7384254026456569592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=7384254026456569592&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/7384254026456569592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/7384254026456569592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2010/03/jerry.html' title='Jerry.'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/S7NFL4aL1gI/AAAAAAAAAL4/lIRN8hEtdkY/s72-c/Jerry.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-4640825106160129071</id><published>2010-03-28T22:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T22:23:50.347+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni'/><title type='text'>Anti-Germs much?</title><content type='html'>I’m a bit pedantic about germs, not like bleach under the fingernails pedantic but pedantic enough to hold my breath in lecture rooms when someone around me coughs. Anyway I happened to read somewhere in New Idea or Woman’s Day that putting your handbag on the floors especially on the bathroom floors can pick up so many germs including e coli. Normally I put my handbag onto the hook on the door when I use public toilets but when my university bag is full of books and really heavy textbooks I have to put it on the ground so that the bag itself won’t rip off from the straps because it’s that heavy! Once I read that I got really itchy and well because I’ve been really busy I haven’t had time to scrub my bag! But once I get time it’ll be scrubbed for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things that I should be doing instead of blogging! I have textbooks to read, assignments to do and so many more things. I have a real bad case of procrastination happening right now! I normally think of everything that I have to do while I’m driving to uni, “Oh yeah, I’ll do it tomorrow”. I’m a little behind but with the mid-semester break next week I’ll catch up. Even if I only have a week off hopefully I can get ahead of everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Happy Easter if I don’t post before then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-4640825106160129071?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/4640825106160129071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=4640825106160129071&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/4640825106160129071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/4640825106160129071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2010/03/anti-germs-much.html' title='Anti-Germs much?'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-7633902422970212463</id><published>2010-03-19T22:00:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T22:16:30.168+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><title type='text'>New talents.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes my Facebook statuses are so boring but other times they're hilarious. (Well I think so anyway.) Normally if I think they’re quite humorous I tend to post them up on my twitter, which you can view &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/KateWeier"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve found a new talent, well I’ve secretly known about it for a while, and it’s kind of cool. I’m &lt;span&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; good at drawing cartoons of people. Not like charactertures, gosh I’m not that good. But with my dodgy drawing abilities I can somewhat resemble someone’s face and so what if I draw their bodies at stick figures? Seriously though I’ll draw someone and I’ll post it on here or you could give me a suggestion or two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I’m kidding. I’m not that good. If I did it as a job I’m pretty sure I’d be in debt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S 8000 views! Thanks guys. Love love love! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-7633902422970212463?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/7633902422970212463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=7633902422970212463&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/7633902422970212463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/7633902422970212463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-talents.html' title='New talents.'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-6367031670793037972</id><published>2010-03-17T16:51:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T17:13:47.492+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>University rant.</title><content type='html'>It feels as though I haven't posted in ages and well it has been sometime. University is so different from high school. You waste so much paper from printing our lecture slides, you waste so much ink from all the paper you’ve been printing out, there are so many more distractions, it’s hard to concentrate, you have to read so much and it’s so hard remembering what you’ve read for which subject and what you haven’t. (I’ve already been confused because one subject touches up on something with the same name as another subject and the topics aren’t the same. Embarrassing!) You get sick of driving to university because you waste so much petrol in a week driving from home to university back to home each day. You get hungry in your classes because your timetable doesn’t allow you to have a break some days. (Tuesdays for me- 9 am – 5 pm of classes with no breaks in between. You’re not suppose to eat in the classrooms so I pretty much have to inhale my food when I’m walking from class to class. And my stomach grumbles really loudly too, it’s really embarrassing when the classroom is quiet and you hear a “FEED ME!” grumble from my stomach!) You get sick of carrying around your bag because it’s so heavy. You get sick of the classrooms because they’re always so damn cold! (They’re actually set to freezing. It’s quite warm outside but you have to bring a jumper/sweater everyday because it’s that cold. You find out that everything is so overpriced!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you get to meet new people. You get so much more freedom. You find out that your lecturers and tutorial teachers are actually really funny. You make friends with people. You see a vending machine full of stationery. (I will take a photo and I will post it up!) You see things that remind you of your friends from high school. You realise that even if you don’t understand something there are so many people who don’t understand it either. You see people that remind you of celebrities. (One girl reminded me of Audrina Patridge. We have an assignment and we can write about tourism, leisure, events and travel. She suggested something to a boy and this is what she said: “Ah, you can write about that place where like it had that wave.” “Tsunami?” “Yeah, that’s it. You can write about that and all the tourism they lost because of it because people didn’t have a place to stay.” I couldn’t believe that she said that! It only like, devastated many regions and countries around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;University has good and bad points but if you didn’t have assignments or homework it would be fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-6367031670793037972?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/6367031670793037972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=6367031670793037972&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/6367031670793037972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/6367031670793037972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2010/03/university-rant.html' title='University rant.'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-2852859581656865116</id><published>2010-03-10T22:18:00.021+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T22:59:58.606+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luck'/><title type='text'>Some people have all the luck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Right now I'm so angry! I just had this super great post and it deleted itself! From now on I'll be typing up my posts in Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I have really good luck and sometimes I do not. I’ve been at university for two weeks now and I’m enjoying it more than high school. Maybe, I’m not too sure yet. Once all the assignments and exams happen I think I’ll be reminiscing about school again and how good it was. For now though I’m Team University! Anyway back to my luck story! I've been having some good luck recently and I thought I'd share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;There was road works happening and the road works man was going to change the sign from “slow” to “stop” which meant that I would have to wait for him to change it back to “slow“ so I could drive to the other side. (Does that make sense?) Anyway, he saw me coming and kept the sign as it was so I could drive though! Road works man, I love you!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got all the green lights.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had a two hour accounting tutorial today. After an 8 hour day non-stop day yesterday and only eating grapes and peanuts on the run from class to class I was quite looking forward to dinner that night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had a mock exam at the end of our tutorial and I got 8/10. I was pretty stoked because I despise accounting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we didn’t have a break in our lesson we got to go home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My tutorial teacher actually reminds me of Sue Sylvester. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com.au/imgres?imgurl=http://nerdline.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/sue-sylvester-picture1.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://nerdline.wordpress.com/2009/10/21/i-have-built-a-glee-house/&amp;amp;usg=__NCrMQXnwo-RAs7qvoRVw0ZGbNr4=&amp;amp;h=654&amp;amp;w=453&amp;amp;sz=81&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=3&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;itbs=1&amp;amp;tbnid=hrUtkZ6eEYUlPM:&amp;amp;tbnh=138&amp;amp;tbnw=96&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dsue%2Bsylvester%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN%26rlz%3D1T4DAAU_enAU307%26tbs%3Disch:1"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 222px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446988041278777778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/S5eWw6A46bI/AAAAAAAAALw/WI224nUr1qs/s320/Sue+Sylvester.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm excited and scared at the same time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bad luck: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My first lecture I was late, quite wet from the rain and had blisters from my shoes. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I actually can't really remember much bad luck that I've had. I'm taking that as a sign as more good things are about to come! Fingers crossed anyway. I'll try and post more regularly. Thanks for continually reading my blog! You're awesome. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-2852859581656865116?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/2852859581656865116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=2852859581656865116&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/2852859581656865116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/2852859581656865116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2010/03/some-people-have-all-luck.html' title='Some people have all the luck.'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/S5eWw6A46bI/AAAAAAAAALw/WI224nUr1qs/s72-c/Sue+Sylvester.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-7515753084179992242</id><published>2010-03-02T19:08:00.011+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T19:20:10.912+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni'/><title type='text'>1 day down, 3 years to go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorry! I wanted to post this yesterday but I was tired from my first official day at uni and an episode of The Big Bang Theory was on. Forgive me?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first day at university yesterday and after coming into my very first lecture late soaking wet, because it was raining so hard when I got out of my car and there wasn't much undercover area from the car park to the building, it was actually alright. (That last sentence was surprisingly long!) Other than that there isn't much too really to say about my first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a bad blogger these days. I'm all out of ideas but once something exciting happens I'll try and blog it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-7515753084179992242?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/7515753084179992242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=7515753084179992242&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/7515753084179992242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/7515753084179992242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2010/03/1-day-down-3-years-to-go.html' title='1 day down, 3 years to go.'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-375693948086040468</id><published>2010-02-28T20:18:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:19:00.570+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni'/><title type='text'>Tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>It’s my first day at university tomorrow and there are so many things that I still have to do! Tomorrow night I’ll fill you all in the details of everything that went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-375693948086040468?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/375693948086040468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=375693948086040468&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/375693948086040468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/375693948086040468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2010/02/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow!'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-6617923958929076362</id><published>2010-02-18T20:06:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T20:19:18.643+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogs'/><title type='text'>10 things to do before I die.</title><content type='html'>I’ve been tagged by &lt;a href="http://justalittlebitfrench.blogspot.com/"&gt;That-Girl&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things to do before I die:&lt;/strong&gt; (By the way, I really hope I don’t die because I love living!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taste a Krabby Patty.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go on an exchange program.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visit America, Europe, Africa, Canada, Asia. Actually, I want to go to as many places as I can. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write a book whether it be a children's book or a novel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Overcome my fears.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vlog! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go through my cupboard and get rid of all my clothes that don't fit!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn to cook.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exercise more!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enjoy life and live it to the fullest!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;There are actually a lot of things that I want to do but I don't have enough time in the world to write it down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-6617923958929076362?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/6617923958929076362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=6617923958929076362&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/6617923958929076362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/6617923958929076362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2010/02/10-things-to-do-before-i-die.html' title='10 things to do before I die.'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-6238060484057236477</id><published>2010-02-18T19:40:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T19:56:05.993+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turtle'/><title type='text'>Hello hard shelled wrinkly reptile!</title><content type='html'>There was a turtle in our yard today. It's probably the most exciting thing that's happened in quite some time, though yesterday was nice. We put him outside the yard and he tried getting back in so we put him further down the yard and he scurried off to the road. I went out to check on him and he just stopped walking altogether! He knew I was watching him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/S30NCsRHf1I/AAAAAAAAALg/JeabC-SHmJM/s1600-h/Turtle+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439518264827281234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/S30NCsRHf1I/AAAAAAAAALg/JeabC-SHmJM/s320/Turtle+3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/S30NCLq8bXI/AAAAAAAAALY/fT-1cdfGLno/s1600-h/Turtle+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439518256077237618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/S30NCLq8bXI/AAAAAAAAALY/fT-1cdfGLno/s320/Turtle+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/S30NBgHhfNI/AAAAAAAAALQ/WzNFZc2A0gc/s1600-h/Turtle+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439518244385946834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/S30NBgHhfNI/AAAAAAAAALQ/WzNFZc2A0gc/s320/Turtle+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Actually, after seeing those photos turtles are really weird.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-6238060484057236477?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/6238060484057236477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=6238060484057236477&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/6238060484057236477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/6238060484057236477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-hard-shelled-wrinkly-reptile.html' title='Hello hard shelled wrinkly reptile!'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/S30NCsRHf1I/AAAAAAAAALg/JeabC-SHmJM/s72-c/Turtle+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-1526843107267478169</id><published>2010-02-14T22:13:00.014+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T22:42:23.350+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor Swift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor Lautner'/><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Today is Valentine's Day and what better way to spend it is to spend it with friends! By friends I mean friend because I spent it with Sharon and we organised it last minute. That's one of our specialities. So we saw Valentine's Day, the movie, and I loved it! It was so funny and a little bit sad but still funny! A few things were a little predictable but I would have never guessed the relationship between the little boy and his mother. Not in a million years! But because there were so many famous people in the movies I couldn't remember many of their names. Honestly I could only remember the characters names of Felicia and Willy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 234px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438075389543902226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/S3fswS-O7BI/AAAAAAAAALI/kLN0ZW-7y5Y/s320/Taylor+Swift+and+Taylor+Lautner.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who couldn't remember Taylor Squared?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm a huge rom-com fan and one of my favourite movies from all time is Love Actually which is based around Christmas and the movie is full of well known actors too. I can't wait until Valentine's Day is released onto DVD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cinema was actually quite full and I'm glad we got there early so we had two seats together. The best moment while we were watching it was when Taylor Swift came onto the screen and everyone gasped, including me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-1526843107267478169?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/1526843107267478169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=1526843107267478169&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/1526843107267478169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/1526843107267478169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/S3fswS-O7BI/AAAAAAAAALI/kLN0ZW-7y5Y/s72-c/Taylor+Swift+and+Taylor+Lautner.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-5026300110239076444</id><published>2010-02-10T22:24:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T22:28:31.266+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni'/><title type='text'>Changes.</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I'll be going to my university for the first time tomorrow! Orientation week doesn't start for another 2 weeks or so, but I have a few compulsory things that I have to go to before "O-Week" starts. Actually, it's only one compulsory thing before orientation week. I'm a little bit nervous too because I won't know anyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-5026300110239076444?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/5026300110239076444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=5026300110239076444&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/5026300110239076444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/5026300110239076444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2010/02/changes.html' title='Changes.'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-4590674610375851465</id><published>2010-02-06T20:35:00.011+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T20:52:36.529+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor Swift'/><title type='text'>Taylor Swift- Should've Said No</title><content type='html'>After much searching I found a video that Taylor Swift has done at one of her concerts in the States. It's '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Should've&lt;/span&gt; Said No' and you can see what I was talking about (from my &lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2010/02/taylor-swift.html"&gt;last post&lt;/a&gt;) with the words in the water around the 7:52 mark. I'll warn you now, there is a lot of screaming in the video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 199px; HEIGHT: 145px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I-OBOsqPc1g"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I-OBOsqPc1g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-4590674610375851465?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/4590674610375851465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=4590674610375851465&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/4590674610375851465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/4590674610375851465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2010/02/taylor-swift-shouldve-said-no.html' title='Taylor Swift- Should&apos;ve Said No'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-5249784175661832965</id><published>2010-02-05T20:18:00.011+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T21:03:18.475+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor Swift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concert'/><title type='text'>Taylor Swift</title><content type='html'>Last night was amazing. There aren't enough words to describe how great Taylor Swift's concert was. There were so many highlights, so many people and so many outfit changes! My camera didn't take the best photos but I did get a couple of good photos. I'll look through the 283 photos that I had taken and I'll upload them onto here. I also filmed 3 songs and I'm so glad I did! "The Way I Loved You", "What Goes Around" and "Today was a Fairytale" were the songs that I filmed. "What Goes Around" was great mainly because it's one of the few songs I actually like by Justin Timberlake. I don't want to give too much away because I don’t want to ruin the surprise that everyone else hasn’t seen yet at her remaining concerts in Australia but in “Today was a Fairytale” towards the end of the song two big air machines on either side of the stage blew out red, purple and white paper love hearts. I’m so glad that after the concert was over I got a few paper love hearts in all three colours but the fact that I filmed means I can watch it a countless amount of times. Also, it was the first time that she had performed the full version of “Today was a Fairytale” to anyone! All of us in Brisbane felt quite exclusive. (Well I did anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While everyone was settling down into their seats or pushing their way to the front of the stage a few songs came over the speakers. The most enjoyable part was when Faith Hill’s “This Kiss” came on and everyone was singing it! I only knew the “It’s the way you love me and This Kiss” parts. The concert then started with Gloriana opening for Taylor at 7:30 pm and they were great! The fact that I knew who they were made the opening act more enjoyable, they played 6 or 7 songs and ended with “Wild at Heart”. At 8:15 pm the lights came back on and 15 minutes later we were shown a montage on two big screen TV’s on either side of the stage. It was about “Fearless” which had many celebrity cameo appearances describing the word “Fearless”. The curtains were then raised and “You Belong With Me” was played. T-Swift came out in a white marching band attire suit complete with a big white hat and just like last year’s concert during the song her dancers ripped off her suit and she was wearing a sequinned dress. She had so many dress changes that night! Sometimes she’d be just in the middle of the song and while the band were playing the instrumental parts she’d run of stage and put something new on. If anybody is going to her concert count how many dress changes she has and tell me please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She played many songs off the “Fearless” album and the “Taylor Swift” album and had a few songs that haven’t been on either album. During the concert there was video footage while she changed her outfit and they changed the set. “Crime Passions” was absolutely hilarious! It was an interview type ‘show’ where all the boys that have been written about in Taylor’s numerous songs were interviewed and how they’re dealing with life after Taylor and being in one of her songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one point in the performance we could all hear Taylor singing but didn’t know where she was until there was screaming behind us! She was on the stairs and people got to get up close with her! She made her way down to where we were standing and sat on a flat black chair that was on a turntable structure where she had a 360° view of the whole audience when it slowly spinned around. She then made her way back to the main stage and because everyone was moving to get close to her we actually got closer to the front of our barrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things I loved about this concert was that even when something went wrong with her microphone for two parts of the performance the crowd just sang really loud to compensate for her and she kept singing. She changed microphones twice. One was just a normal black microphone while the other was a red microphone to match her red dress of course! When she changed microphones the microphone wasn't on and that's why we could slightly hear her! Actually, I think at the Entertainment Centre they have little drop down microphones from the roof so I don’t know if we could hear her through that but we could hear her it just wasn’t as loud as it was. If you went to the Brisbane concert you would know what I’m on about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finished up her concert but then made an encore. “Should’ve said No” was the very last song she played and right at the end of the song water started pouring down from the stage onto her and the front part of the stage. I’ve seen this happen to her on ‘Youtube’ while she’s been doing performances but seeing it in real life was spectacular. Not to mention that while the water was coming down you could see words in the water. It’s really hard to explain but there must have been a projector screening the words ‘No, Why, No No etc’ because in big block letters you could see those words in the water. It was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Concert Ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/S2wPEcA62VI/AAAAAAAAALA/NBWo_YAOqEY/s1600-h/IMG_0596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434735419243288914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/S2wPEcA62VI/AAAAAAAAALA/NBWo_YAOqEY/s320/IMG_0596.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She is amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-5249784175661832965?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/5249784175661832965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=5249784175661832965&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/5249784175661832965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/5249784175661832965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2010/02/taylor-swift.html' title='Taylor Swift'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/S2wPEcA62VI/AAAAAAAAALA/NBWo_YAOqEY/s72-c/IMG_0596.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-4664611058539090719</id><published>2010-02-02T19:58:00.012+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T21:17:00.414+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor Swift'/><title type='text'>Taylor Swift Eve.</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited about tomorrow night. I've had about five thousand messages today from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Neaky&lt;/span&gt; and Sharon about tomorrow and what's happening and all that stuff. I have to charge up my camera! I don't even know how, I wonder if I can do it with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;USB&lt;/span&gt; cord?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/S2lZq3dEnMI/AAAAAAAAAK4/DcnxraQkaCc/s1600-h/DSCF0838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433973018374479042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/S2lZq3dEnMI/AAAAAAAAAK4/DcnxraQkaCc/s320/DSCF0838.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh! I just can't wait! I will take a stack of photos for sure. I can't wait! I have to do so many things. I wish I wrote a list out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Later&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;P.S After reading this over, even I can tell I'm excited. Strange? Yes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-4664611058539090719?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/4664611058539090719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=4664611058539090719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/4664611058539090719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/4664611058539090719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2010/02/taylor-swift-eve.html' title='Taylor Swift Eve.'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/S2lZq3dEnMI/AAAAAAAAAK4/DcnxraQkaCc/s72-c/DSCF0838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-979229596523806721</id><published>2010-02-01T23:22:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T23:30:16.510+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moment of the day.'/><title type='text'>Moment of the Day</title><content type='html'>Moment of the Day comes from Sharon yesterday. We went out on Sunday and had lunch after ordering and receiving my meal I backed away from the counter and waited while she ordered her meal. She ordered her meal and the conversation between her and the checkout operator goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;Sharon: "Do I get a drink with this?"&lt;br /&gt;Checkout Operator: "What size?"&lt;br /&gt;Sharon: "Coke.. Wait, what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I worry about her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-979229596523806721?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/979229596523806721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=979229596523806721&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/979229596523806721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/979229596523806721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2010/02/moment-of-day.html' title='Moment of the Day'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-590455188869451071</id><published>2010-01-29T22:10:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T22:14:25.649+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='18th'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><title type='text'>Driving</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I'm driving to work for the first time and I'm a little nervous. Mainly because after going late night shopping with Sharon last night I don't have much fuel left and I don't know how to put fuel in the car and I'm hoping that I have enough to get to work and back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is planning their 18th's and I'm not really. Well, I kind of am but nothing is definite yet. A while back I posted an idea and someone said it was lame but about 50 thousand other people thought it was pretty cool! But I have 11 months to wait until my eighteenth so I try not to think about it too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-590455188869451071?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/590455188869451071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=590455188869451071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/590455188869451071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/590455188869451071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2010/01/driving.html' title='Driving'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-942274824101982840</id><published>2010-01-27T22:09:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T22:15:52.773+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Licence'/><title type='text'>Licence!</title><content type='html'>Today I got my provisional licence! This means I'm on my red P's for a minimum of 1 year before changing to the green P's. Driving with no one else in the car is so weird. Like, seriously weird. On a scale of Delta Goodrem to Lady Gaga it was about Katy Perry. Strange but in a good way! With the exam you're allowed so many faults and I got 0 faults. Which to me is getting an A+ for driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm still excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-942274824101982840?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/942274824101982840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=942274824101982840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/942274824101982840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/942274824101982840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2010/01/licence.html' title='Licence!'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-8603327893829912303</id><published>2010-01-26T22:11:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:19:40.907+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><title type='text'>Brother's story.</title><content type='html'>A few years ago my brother told us a story and our mum refused to believe it was a story and that it was either a joke or made up. Here's the story that was told by my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A lady got her face bitten off by her dog and she had to get a facial reconstruction. After she was discharged from the hospital and the reconstruction healed up she went to go play with her dog except the dog didn't know who she was. As the dog thought it was a stranger it bit her face off AGAIN! After she recovered from her second facial reconstruction they put the dog down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'd hate this to happen in real life but it was the funniest thing I've ever heard my brother say! Even just thinking about it gives me the giggles! The way he said it was great. He really deadpanned the last part. I always try to deadpan by jokes but they just come off as unenthusiastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-8603327893829912303?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/8603327893829912303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=8603327893829912303&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/8603327893829912303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/8603327893829912303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2010/01/brothers-story.html' title='Brother&apos;s story.'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-1589483548785905156</id><published>2010-01-25T22:24:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:31:22.857+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor Swift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><title type='text'>That's us!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's a bit blurry I know, but if you click on the picture the image quality might improve.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/S12OEtMxieI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Db3WlxQ3I4s/s1600-h/That%27s+us!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 381px; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430652937182480866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/S12OEtMxieI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Db3WlxQ3I4s/s320/That%27s+us!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I've got a driving lesson at 7:30 am tomorrow. My exams coming up and I think I need all the practice I can get. Practice makes perfect they say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-1589483548785905156?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/1589483548785905156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=1589483548785905156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/1589483548785905156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/1589483548785905156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2010/01/thats-us.html' title='That&apos;s us!'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/S12OEtMxieI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Db3WlxQ3I4s/s72-c/That%27s+us!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-4502172689280102159</id><published>2010-01-23T20:40:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T20:53:32.922+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni'/><title type='text'>Haiti</title><content type='html'>After what seems like forever I'm 90% sure that I'm enrolled into university. I'm still a little scared that I'll turn up to 'O Week' and they'll say "Who are you?" And I'm tell them who I am and then they'll say "You're not even enrolled!" That would be horrible. But there are worse things happening in the world than my university saga. E.g. Haiti. It's so sad that a natural disaster has caused so much misery. 50% of the time I'm not that religious, but I'll admit I have prayed for the victims in Haiti. It's so generous that everyone is giving donations to those in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-4502172689280102159?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/4502172689280102159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=4502172689280102159&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/4502172689280102159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/4502172689280102159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2010/01/haiti.html' title='Haiti'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-7795843299957972216</id><published>2010-01-23T20:11:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T20:24:24.185+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor Swift'/><title type='text'>Taylor Swift concert in 12 days.</title><content type='html'>Yes! Taylor Swift's concert is less than a fortnight away and I'm getting really excited. Like, super excited. It hasn't even been a year since her last concert and we're going again! Her last concert was so surreal. I had been listening to her music and there she was playing her music for US! I get excited quite easily (obviously) and I almost had a fit at her Fearless Tour in March 2009 when she first came out. These were my exact thoughts: "Wow, a black shirt and jeans? She has style normally and she's dressed not great?" But when she started singing her first song "You Belong With Me" her backup singer came and pulled her clothes and she was just standing there wearing a gold dress. Everyone screamed! I screamed. The poor guy next to us was looking at his phone and missed the whole thing! I would have cried if that was me. But I saw it and was like WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best night ever! (Well, one of them!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-7795843299957972216?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/7795843299957972216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=7795843299957972216&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/7795843299957972216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/7795843299957972216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2010/01/taylor-swift-concert-in-12-days.html' title='Taylor Swift concert in 12 days.'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-4516474490029051504</id><published>2010-01-19T22:55:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T23:06:23.714+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunshine Coast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gloriana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dentist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor Swift'/><title type='text'>Abandonment and new ideas.</title><content type='html'>This blog has been a bit abandoned recently and I'm pretty sure I have just seen a tumbleweed go past. By abandoned I mean, I use to post everyday but now I'm out of school not that much happens and if something happens it's not worth blogging about. Except, my friends and I did go to the Sunshine Coast to go visit Riney and we had a ball! I'll post about it soon. Tomorrow however I have a dentist appointment at 10 am. I have to get 2 fillings with each filling costing $108. Who knew the dentist could be so expensive? Wait, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm thinking of new ideas for the blog. I'm really excited about it too. It might take a while for everything to come together but once it happens I'll either be pleased or disappointed. Hopefully the first one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 days to Taylor Swift's concert! Wow, I didn't think it was that soon! I'm so glad Gloriana are supporting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-4516474490029051504?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/4516474490029051504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=4516474490029051504&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/4516474490029051504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/4516474490029051504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2010/01/abandonment-and-new-ideas.html' title='Abandonment and new ideas.'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-1153176672445571507</id><published>2010-01-14T22:10:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T22:10:52.990+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spice Girls'/><title type='text'>Spice Girls Dream</title><content type='html'>Last night I had a dream about the Spice Girls. Sort of. Four girls and I were the actual members of the pop group so Melanie Brown, Emma Bunton, Melanie Chisholm, Geri Halliwell and Victoria Beckham were all unknown. Neaky was Baby, Sharon was Sporty, Sonic was Ginger, Riney was Posh and I was Scary Spice. Naturally of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the dream was the journey from absolute nobodies to these famous celebrities. We made songs, we made video clips, we made movies, we were on the TV and it was just great! Except we were all fighting over everything. I actually hated being Scary Spice because I had hair that I couldn’t straighten and I was the one that was liked the least! I was pretty devastated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all quit the band and went our separate ways. We also found ways to publicize ourselves for not doing anything. I.e. Posh happened to marry David Beckham. (He was actually in my dream, it was great!), Baby was in a few TV shows and a few movies, Sporty was.. Well she was the only one that could actually sing in the Spice Girls. Can I point that out? And Scary claimed to have been impregnated by a famous black person. This time it wasn’t Eddie Murphy it was TIGER WOODS! After seeing David Beckham that was a highlight of the dream. Oh, and Ginger Spice. She did a few things but my dream didn’t really go near her that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-1153176672445571507?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/1153176672445571507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=1153176672445571507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/1153176672445571507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/1153176672445571507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2010/01/spice-girls-dream.html' title='Spice Girls Dream'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-8139805673939106998</id><published>2010-01-13T22:14:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:25:05.968+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scholarship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni'/><title type='text'>From highschool to university.</title><content type='html'>Today I received two letters. One was great, the second was excellent. The first told me that I had been accepted into my first preference into university. The second letter told me that I was receiving a scholarship to the university that I'm going to. Naturally I'm very excited and quite pleased with everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping the rest of 2010 will be as great as January has turned out to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too all my readers have a spectacular year.&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-8139805673939106998?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/8139805673939106998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=8139805673939106998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/8139805673939106998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/8139805673939106998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2010/01/from-highschool-to-university.html' title='From highschool to university.'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-888832766471071043</id><published>2010-01-12T21:17:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T21:30:50.453+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How to break your own heart.'/><title type='text'>Sparks.</title><content type='html'>I must do some 'Summer cleaning' this week. My closet is packed and I struggle finding things that I want to wear even though they're organised into specific clothing items than subdivided into colour. Plus my desk has so much paper in a tray I've got I'm scared that if my laptop decides to spurt out sparks in that general direction I'll be without a desk. Knock on wood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the reason as to why I want to do some clear some of my clutter is because I've just finished reading "How to Break Your Own Heart" by Maggie &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Alderson&lt;/span&gt;. It's a great read actually and is '1 of the 50 books you can't put down'. Normally I'm a bit sceptical about books with that sticker on it but I couldn't put it down! Without ruining too much it's pretty much about a 30-something year old woman who wants children but her partner disagrees with her decision about wanting children. They break up, she quits her job and she starts a new job as a 'clutter-clearer'. Some parts were rather raunchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why I didn't do well in English. That summary sucked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-888832766471071043?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/888832766471071043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=888832766471071043&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/888832766471071043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/888832766471071043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2010/01/sparks.html' title='Sparks.'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-1491006184797403240</id><published>2010-01-11T21:35:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T22:45:04.290+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Years'/><title type='text'>Welcome to 2010.</title><content type='html'>Goodbye 2009 and hello 2010! It's been a whole decade since the millennium and it has gone rather fast. I've grown up so much. I was 7 years old (I think!) when it was 31 December 1999 and the Y2K didn't worry me. Maybe because I didn't even know what it was but if I did I'm pretty sure I would have been shaking in my little boots. A little off topic but I often use to dress as a cowgirl when I was in preschool and we had 'character days'. Now I know that's not what the day actually was but it was one of those free dress days where you had to dress up as a character from somewhere. Neaky was a princess and in one dated photograph I have we're both on some playground equipment and I'm dressed as a cowgirl and she's dresses as Cinderella. Speaking of boots and reminiscing of my preschool days a boy once called me a bossy boots and I cried!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels as though I haven't posted since last year and it's true! Oh, that's bad I'll admit it but I have been rather busy! I'll take you, the reader, back to my New Years and every day until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 December 2009: I actually had no New Years plan but Sharon is great at organising things last minute so at 10:00pm the night before we had our New Years plan! Sharon (Who has her P's!), Besey, Welshy and I all went on a road trip before we made our destination. After going to the cinema's to see that nothing was on yet we went over to the shopping centre where we had McDonalds and saw some funny things. Besey said it best "That woman has a camel toe on her butt*" After Maccas we went back over to the cinemas and saw Paranormal activity. To answer all your questions yes, I got quite scared. Yes, my pinky's were bitten so much they had bite marks and were red once we came out of the cinema and yes, I screamed. See there were only 7 people in the cinema. Sharon, Besey, Welshy and myself in the back row on the left hand side and 3 other people in the back row on the right hand side. Someone said something funny during the movie and all 7 of us were in hysterics! The movie ended and we met up with Thouist Diamond our last partner in crime. We drove our way over to bowling and we bowled like there was no tomorrow. Except I mostly got gutter balls and was too interested in watching the TV screen next to us. It had my all time favourite segment which I made the family record. I wait all year for this segment. I know it's going to sound horrible but I really do enjoy it. It's the segment where montages are shown on celebrities who have died in the past year. Bowling ended with both games with me either being last or second last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get back from bowling and we're all hungry and we realise that Hungry Jacks is shut but McDonalds isn't. So we have Maccas for the second time that night. We make our way back to the house and we play many long games of pool. It was quite fun! At about 2 am we play the Spicks and Specks board game where Sharon and I totally ruled at the "2 little words" game! You’re given a name of a musician or band and you give your partner two words so they can guess the musician or band.&lt;br /&gt;BB: *Reads* Madonna. "Okay, are you ready?"&lt;br /&gt;Sharon: "Yep!"&lt;br /&gt;BB: "Christian tits."&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: "What! That's the worst clue ever!"&lt;br /&gt;BB: "Come on! If Ella Hooper can correctly guess this with those 2 clues you can get it!"&lt;br /&gt;Sharon: "Uhh. Pass."&lt;br /&gt;BB: "MADONNA!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do get quite 'into' board games.. and movies.. and TV shows.. and books. I often talk and yell at things because I feel as though I'm involved with it. It's something you'll just have to learn to understand with me. We keep playing Spicks and Specks for a while and get back to playing pool. At 5 am we realise that we should probably go to sleep and didn't wake up until 11 am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 January 2010: We got home before 3 pm and because we were going to the coast for a week I packed like there was no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 January 2010: Coast! The smell of the salty air was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 January 2010: Shopping and swimming was on my agenda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 January 2010: Again, we went shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 January 2010: We went to the shops and shopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 January 2010: The blackest blogger just got blacker! I got myself a tan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 January 2010: Drove around and went to a shopping centre followed by a swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 January 2010: Went for another swim, went shopping and swam in the resorts pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 January 2010: It was time to come home so the car ride home was pretty uneventful. Coming home was a bit of a disaster. We left the fridge and freezer on and had the rest of the power out something made the power switch out and the fridge and freezer turned off. We came home to see blood all over the kitchen tiles from the meat that was in the freezer and saw carrots that looked like it had cotton on it. Mould mould mould!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 January 2010: Sharon, Besey and I went to Movieworld. I'll post about it another day but it was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 January 2010: Today. I didn't do all that much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Words have been changed due to obscene language!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-1491006184797403240?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/1491006184797403240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=1491006184797403240&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/1491006184797403240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/1491006184797403240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-to-2010.html' title='Welcome to 2010.'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-8623044781104697555</id><published>2009-12-30T23:17:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T23:32:38.496+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><title type='text'>2009- The year that was.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear BB,&lt;br /&gt;What happened to your blog?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad now.&lt;br /&gt;Love me xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Yamjee. She posted this on my Facebook wall 9:00 pm by the time I started writing this I’ve played Tetris, listened to music and I’ve procrastinated for far too long! I can't believe how fast this year has gone! It's unbelievable. So this post is just a recap of how the year went. I can't remember everything but I've tried my best to remember most of it. Actually I might have the good points in one section and the bad points in another section. Yes! That's great. Here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Good: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Starting up this blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finishing year 12 successfully. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting my braces off! November 13 2009! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The formal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My great legal studies class! Seriously, they were lovely! I loved each lesson and I hated Thursdays because we didn’t have legal. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My accounting class. Perky and Shorty were superb! They were a million times better at accounting than I’ll ever be. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Business with Besey and Riney. I loved every minute. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Netball with Sharon! Our defending skills were ace. Tutti Fruitti had nothing on us. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sharon and I making last minute ideas about everything. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My math class. I learnt so much from that class. Not always math related but things that just made you think about your opinion of things. Plus, Timomatic said so many hilarious things. And getting that B on my last exam was excellent. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting glasses. Even if I did look like the biggest nerd with my glasses and braces being able to see clearly is fantastic. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone reading my blog. You don’t know how much it means to me! To think that this started at the end of May and to have over 6500 views is amazing to me! I love you all for reading it and I loved it when people would come up to me at school and would be like “I read your blog last night and it was really cool.” That to me was the biggest compliment ever. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Not-so-Good (I.e. Bad): &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;So many people dying this year. Michael Jackson, Brittany Murphy, DJ AM etc. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The formal venue being changed with less than 2 weeks of the formal! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not knowing how to do any of our Accounting work. Especially when we only knew what to do a night before the exam. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rolling my ankle in the accounting exam and only gaining sympathy from Meeco and a few others! I couldn’t even walk to the printer because that’s how sore it was. &lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/go-have-baby.html"&gt;Go have a baby&lt;/a&gt; was the post about how I got out of something from the drama teacher because I 'cried' and I claimed myself to be a great actor when I need to be. Moto Moto thought I was acting when I rolled my ankle! I even had real salty tears coming down from my eyes. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tutti Fruitti rolling her ankle in Netball and wanting to keep playing. Normally I would have this in the good section but the fact that I had to sit off twice which is half the game makes it come into the bad section. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The In-between &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting proposed to twice. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks to every single one of you who made 2009 great for me! I hope that you all have a great New Years!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. “You need to put in that you looked smokin’ at the formal if i may add!” Thanks Sharon! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-8623044781104697555?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/8623044781104697555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=8623044781104697555&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/8623044781104697555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/8623044781104697555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009-year-it-was.html' title='2009- The year that was.'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-1055079873930372223</id><published>2009-12-24T11:24:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T11:27:15.410+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>1 sleep! I can't wait. Tomorrow morning Santa will have been and it will be Christmas time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://israbox.com/uploads/posts/2008-01/1199546815_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418607723079255218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/SzLDA99TxLI/AAAAAAAAAKo/IGrp_JcFHDY/s320/Christmas+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;If I don't post tomorrow have a Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-1055079873930372223?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/1055079873930372223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=1055079873930372223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/1055079873930372223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/1055079873930372223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/SzLDA99TxLI/AAAAAAAAAKo/IGrp_JcFHDY/s72-c/Christmas+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-8687638970212822161</id><published>2009-12-23T22:20:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T22:26:52.203+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>I'm seriously really excited!</title><content type='html'>2 sleeps! 2009 has gone so fast and I still can't believe its Christmas time already!  Bring on the early morning of unwrapping presents. Maybe one of my traditions for next year is to wrap 24 things (along with all the others) for myself and put them under the tree so I can unwrap the most presents at Christmas. I'm seriously contemplating that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thumb1.shutterstock.com.edgesuite.net/display_pic_with_logo/64282/64282,1218841611,3/stock-photo-snowflake-christmas-number-two-16178893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 306px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418405620603375154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/SzILNDkLTjI/AAAAAAAAAKg/eTsC7mOWhLY/s320/Christmas+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-8687638970212822161?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/8687638970212822161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=8687638970212822161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/8687638970212822161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/8687638970212822161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-seriously-really-excited.html' title='I&apos;m seriously really excited!'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/SzILNDkLTjI/AAAAAAAAAKg/eTsC7mOWhLY/s72-c/Christmas+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-4468093328456719610</id><published>2009-12-22T20:44:00.011+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T20:50:11.692+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>3 sleeps until Christmas.</title><content type='html'>3 sleeps until Christmas! Unless of course you take afternoon naps which would make the number of sleeps until Christmas higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coloring-pages-book-for-kids-boys.com/images/christmas_alphabet_number_3_coloringkidsboys.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 247px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418009734723443794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/SzCjJdvMnFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/QlqBZTEwmpE/s320/3+sleeps.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I still have presents to wrap! I just remembered then. Actually, I'm not even in the mood to get up yet alone have a shower. But I'm going to, I should wash my hair but I might do that tomorrow night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-4468093328456719610?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/4468093328456719610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=4468093328456719610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/4468093328456719610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/4468093328456719610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/12/3-sleeps-until-christmas.html' title='3 sleeps until Christmas.'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/SzCjJdvMnFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/QlqBZTEwmpE/s72-c/3+sleeps.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-5586468762934937777</id><published>2009-12-21T21:08:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T21:19:12.204+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>4 days!</title><content type='html'>That's right. Only 4 days until Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thumb1.shutterstock.com.edgesuite.net/display_pic_with_logo/64282/64282,1218841624,1/stock-photo-snowflake-christmas-number-four-16178896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 306px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417645373974168050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sy9Xw4LEwfI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/vSzClh_gbwg/s320/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I still get excited about the countdown to Christmas. Counting down has always been a favourite with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-5586468762934937777?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/5586468762934937777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=5586468762934937777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/5586468762934937777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/5586468762934937777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/12/4-days.html' title='4 days!'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sy9Xw4LEwfI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/vSzClh_gbwg/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-4452960556114099775</id><published>2009-12-21T13:33:00.015+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T14:27:02.131+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High School.'/><title type='text'>Every ending is a new beginning.</title><content type='html'>The transition from high school to university seems pretty darn scary! But I know a girl who applied to the same university and the same course as me which makes it less scary. Though, getting in still worries me. In this day and age you need an education to get places, to be successful, to earn the big bucks. I could never do a gap year. After not studying for one year I would lose interest and I wouldn't want to get back into it. Having a degree to me looks better on a resume than not having one. That's entirely my opinion though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at this point in my life I'm almost thankful that I've finished high school. I couldn't bear going back. Although I will always be grateful from all the people that I've met and all the things I've learnt there are some things and some people I'm glad I'll never see again. I know I could regret writing this but right now I don't. For all the people who've made the past 4 years crap for me, thanks. I mean it. Without you I wouldn't be the person I am today. I probably wouldn't be blogging, I wouldn't do the things that I do and I wouldn't have had such a great time. (Contradiction much?) See because of the teasing and the bullying I've acted in a different way which makes the teasing easier for you. The thing with me though is that I don't care. I don't care about any of your opinions. I don't care about any of your statements. I don't care whether or not you've had surgery to make yourself look better. I'm glad that I was a bit different. I'm glad that I started something like blogging because I enjoy it. I'm glad I don't have to live up to people's expectations. I'm glad I didn't change myself so I could fit it. I'm glad I didn't mope around all day wanting people's compliments so it made me feel better. I'm glad that I am The Blackest Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every ending is a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I think I could bear going back to high school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-4452960556114099775?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/4452960556114099775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=4452960556114099775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/4452960556114099775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/4452960556114099775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/12/every-ending-is-new-beginning.html' title='Every ending is a new beginning.'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-4652858555902765911</id><published>2009-12-21T13:29:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T13:31:36.609+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traditions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas.</title><content type='html'>I love Christmas! I love everything about it, minus the Christmas carols but all in all I love Christmas! I wish that I had some sort of tradition that I would do every time Christmas is around the corner but I don't. So as of next Christmas I'll be trying to work on some traditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-4652858555902765911?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/4652858555902765911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=4652858555902765911&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/4652858555902765911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/4652858555902765911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas.'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-374015535555868370</id><published>2009-12-18T22:17:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T22:21:55.401+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OP'/><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow could be the day where my life changes forever. It's OP time! 9 am tomorrow morning is when it all happens. Except I start work at that time and won't finish until 2 pm. It could be the longest 5 hours ever but I'm hoping it won't be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-374015535555868370?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/374015535555868370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=374015535555868370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/374015535555868370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/374015535555868370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/12/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-6380145742598449208</id><published>2009-12-17T19:37:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T19:47:45.428+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to me! I loved the fact that I didn't have to sing the "Happy Birthday" song because it was my birthday. But what I loved even more was all the birthday messages I got. All the phone calls, the text messages, Facebook messages, Twitter messages and the card I received in the mail was great! Not to mention the face-to-face birthday greetings by the family and Sharon! The presents were pretty cool too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even got a Facebook message from Mikarla Hussey who was on Australia's Next Top Model needless to say I was very excited! I just love the whole '17 on the 17th' thing. It happens once in a lifetime unless you built a time machine.. But still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-6380145742598449208?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/6380145742598449208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=6380145742598449208&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/6380145742598449208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/6380145742598449208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-3449189107606187443</id><published>2009-12-16T22:40:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T22:53:29.754+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>I am 16 going on 17.</title><content type='html'>Okay, that will be the last time I quote the Sound of Music. But tomorrow is my birthday! I'm 1878236 million times excited and even though I'm turning 17 I'm acting as though I'm turning 7. The thought of going to sleep as a 16 year old and waking up as a 17 year old is seriously weird. Just think about it... Anyway I might go off to bed and by the time I wake up it will be my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-3449189107606187443?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/3449189107606187443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=3449189107606187443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/3449189107606187443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/3449189107606187443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-16-going-on-17.html' title='I am 16 going on 17.'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-6534171515875666192</id><published>2009-12-14T22:47:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T22:55:53.374+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bones'/><title type='text'>Early Christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's official. Christmas has come early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415073032921109954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/SyY0O7APVcI/AAAAAAAAAKI/t0JzXDeA0zo/s320/Bones.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I can't wait to see this episode. I still haven't watched the episode before this. I'll have to watch it tomorrow and I'll be super excited and I'll try and watch this one too. What's even better is that Zooey Deschanel is in the episode!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-6534171515875666192?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/6534171515875666192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=6534171515875666192&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/6534171515875666192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/6534171515875666192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/12/early-christmas.html' title='Early Christmas.'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/SyY0O7APVcI/AAAAAAAAAKI/t0JzXDeA0zo/s72-c/Bones.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-5567392647692857317</id><published>2009-12-13T22:48:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T23:07:46.220+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><title type='text'>2010 will be great, trust me!</title><content type='html'>This year has gone super fast! I remember the first day of grade 12. I'll have to tell that story another time though! Actually before 2009 ends I want to have a big massive post that recaps the whole of 2009. Or maybe I'll have 12 posts (1 for each month) and highlight the good things that happened during that month. I'm liking that idea better! Anyway, because 2009 is ending really soon and 2010 is literally around the corner here are a few reasons why 2010 will be ace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taylor Swifts concert in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt;. I can't wait. I'm still excited that she's coming back and that Gloriana will be supporting! When I found that out I had to text &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steaky&lt;/span&gt; and Sharon and tell them my good news. What did I receive back from them? Nothing from Sharon and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steaky&lt;/span&gt; sending me quite a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;humorous&lt;/span&gt; text about Josef &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fritzl&lt;/span&gt;. It all linked together somehow!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Commonwealth Games. Australia does so much better because there is less &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt;. Harsh but true.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll be turning 18! So what if I haven't even had my 17&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday yet? I'm still looking forward to it. It's actually my birthday on Thursday. 17 on the 17&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, yeah I'm excited!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-5567392647692857317?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/5567392647692857317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=5567392647692857317&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/5567392647692857317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/5567392647692857317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/12/2010-will-be-great-trust-me.html' title='2010 will be great, trust me!'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-1951349942090455883</id><published>2009-12-11T16:50:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T17:03:21.483+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7 things.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger Award'/><title type='text'>Seven things I'm loving.</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Seli at&lt;a href="http://wotiheart.blogspot.com/"&gt; What I Heart &lt;/a&gt;I've received another 'Blogger Award'. Pretty much I just have to tell you seven things that I'm loving at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/SyHsKdLaRdI/AAAAAAAAAKA/JF6vi3UzgiY/s1600-h/Blogger+Awardd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413867891451381202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/SyHsKdLaRdI/AAAAAAAAAKA/JF6vi3UzgiY/s320/Blogger+Awardd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The fact that I'll be 17 on the 17th of December in 6 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Summer. So many great things happen in Summer like Christmas, my birthday, the beach, New Years etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Taylor Swift's concert is coming closer and closer each day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gossip Girl. How can I even explain how great it is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;TV in general actually. Digital TV is probably the best thing that has EVER happened to Australia and I'm not even kidding! Well maybe a little bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;People with their license. They have to concentrate while I'm being distracted by everything especially Christmas lights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Queensland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now I know I should probably 'tag' other bloggers but I'm not going to. Feel free to copy and paste it into your blogger account if you want.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-1951349942090455883?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/1951349942090455883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=1951349942090455883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/1951349942090455883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/1951349942090455883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/12/seven-things-im-loving.html' title='Seven things I&apos;m loving.'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/SyHsKdLaRdI/AAAAAAAAAKA/JF6vi3UzgiY/s72-c/Blogger+Awardd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-7055552276448066274</id><published>2009-12-08T21:55:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T21:56:52.219+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas List</title><content type='html'>As much as I love Christmas, some really cool people were born on that day like The Veronicas, Dido and even Jesus, sometimes I just despise it. I hate Christmas carols. I hate having to pretend I’m enjoying the last minute Christmas shopping (which I haven’t done yet) and I hate Santa. Just kidding. I love Santa! I love how he gives everyone presents. Anyway, I’ve had all year to think of what I wanted for Christmas and I still don’t even know what I want. It’s sad I know but what’s even worse is that my birthday is near Christmas and I don’t really know what I want for that either. So I’ve made a quick list of what I want but that’s merely just some suggestions on what I’d like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want for Birthday/Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Belle de Jour book back from Besey! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Season 3, 4 and 5 of “The Office.” &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Books. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Nintendo DSi (Delta Goodrem proves that people over 16 can have a Nintendo DS and not be ridiculed.) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clothes. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A new handbag. As much as I love my ‘I ♥ NY handbag’ I’m scared that it will break one day. For such a small bag it can fit so much. I once got a pair of jeans and a shirt in there!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A camera (But I already know I’m getting that!) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I seriously have no clue on what else I want! Suggestions are always helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-7055552276448066274?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/7055552276448066274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=7055552276448066274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/7055552276448066274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/7055552276448066274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-list.html' title='Christmas List'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-3465428375585136446</id><published>2009-12-08T16:24:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T16:29:10.955+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>As much as I would like to blog about our work Christmas party I just can't. It was one of those 'You had to be there' kind of things. Fear not! I'll post later on tonight to make up for it. I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-3465428375585136446?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/3465428375585136446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=3465428375585136446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/3465428375585136446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/3465428375585136446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-party.html' title='Christmas Party'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-3158840502940292447</id><published>2009-12-04T22:29:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T22:45:18.002+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wonder'/><title type='text'>Things I wonder about.</title><content type='html'>Things I wonder about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whether my right leg gets upset because I always shave my left one first.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whether or not my metabolism is good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why Christmas decorations are always put up months in advance when everyone does their Christmas shopping at the last minute.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why Twitter has become more eventful than Facebook. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The breeding habits of mice. They're so little but have so many babies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Plus a heap more, but I realised today was Friday and I have work in the morning. There won't be a post tomorrow because I'll be off at our work Christmas party. I'll update my Twitter though. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-3158840502940292447?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/3158840502940292447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=3158840502940292447&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/3158840502940292447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/3158840502940292447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/12/things-i-wonder-about.html' title='Things I wonder about.'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-5289624407236347754</id><published>2009-12-03T21:45:00.029+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T22:49:58.401+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='18th'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wink'/><title type='text'>Wink's 18th.</title><content type='html'>After receiving countless amounts of messages on Facebook and text messages in the morning I thought it was about time to finally do the post about Wink's 18th dinner. I wish I had taken a notebook and wrote things down so I could remember them. I wonder if anyone's online that could help me remember all the funny things? Let me just check... No! Bummer. I'll try and do the best I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually lost the invitation so I didn't know what time the party started and because I always leave things to the last minute I left later than what I planned to. Actually, I was the first one to arrive. "Wink! Happy Birthday." I said, even though her birthday was during the week. (I forgot to wrap her present up! Not to worry, I found some wrapping paper and wrapped it up before we left.) "I feel so short standing next to you!" Wink replied. Maybe I was just a little bit overdressed. I was dressed to impressed some would say. But I don't think I impressed anyone! Two cars pulled up in Wink's driveway. KC and Meeco. I haven't seen these people since graduation. Which was 2 weeks ago. The only person I've seen regularly is Steaky and that's because we work together! A little while later Steaky turns up and after that Cheese and OT (formally known as Bean but for this post we'll call him OT) show up too. We all get excited, well I do anyway, and we choose where we're going to sit at the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first course we had this.. I don't even know how to explain it. I had the sweet potato and bean. It tasted pretty great. For the second course we had asparagus on our plate with this 'sauce'. To be honest, I don't know what the 'sauce' was and I don't know how to explain it either. See taking a notebook would have been a great idea! We all ate and talked. Now, I'm not too sure when this happened but OT revealed something about himself that I'm certain he's regretting. He had a little case of oral thrush which he got from 'drinking out of someone's cup'. Sure, that's exactly how he got it! It actually seemed a lot funnier on the night, maybe the beverages helped it be funnier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the third course. It was Mexican I know that! We got to wrap chicken/red meat onto a tortilla and add a whole bunch of other stuff onto it. Anyway, I went to grab two pieces of meat and both of them fell onto the table. How embarrassing for me? It was even worse when the table was being cleared and people questioned why there was meat on the table. Awkward! The fourth course was being served and it was tiramisu and great tiramisu I'll add. Wink's dad cooked all the food and it was great I won't lie there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beverage or two later and remembering I had work the next morning I decided to go home. G asked me how it went and what we did. After telling her about the night and leaving out some things she replied with this: "You mean ALL night you just ate?" It's funny because it's true. Food baby, much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-5289624407236347754?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/5289624407236347754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=5289624407236347754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/5289624407236347754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/5289624407236347754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/12/winks-18th.html' title='Wink&apos;s 18th.'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-2765186488498688462</id><published>2009-12-02T21:48:00.012+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T22:08:55.516+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hiatus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pandas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>Oh blogging I've missed you. My hiatus was all but eventful. I have however stayed up late most nights watching Season 3 of Gossip Girl (Which is really good! I love Georgina!) and other television programs that haven't actually aired in Australia yet. I love technology! Anyway, while I was awake all those nights I've written some things down that I thought would be pretty funny for posting. Because most of them were written in the wee hours of the morning they're not written perfectly and they're a little hard to comprehend but as of tomorrow I'll be posting more than you know it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will guarantee that the next post will be written and posted before the two pandas Wang Wang and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Funi&lt;/span&gt; have a panda baby in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2208/1597067182_028df57aa5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 152px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410608288327889922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/SxZXklSRdAI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/h7Sxa8Sumyk/s320/Panda%27s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm still wondering what their "Hollywood Couple" name would be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-2765186488498688462?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/2765186488498688462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=2765186488498688462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/2765186488498688462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/2765186488498688462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/SxZXklSRdAI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/h7Sxa8Sumyk/s72-c/Panda%27s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-8181158213561478933</id><published>2009-11-29T21:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T21:06:21.128+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Absence from posting</title><content type='html'>After posting a new blog post several times a day for a few weeks I’ve ran out of things to write about. That’s not entirely true. I’m actually feeling quite lazy and I’ve been working and when I come home I don’t particularly feel like updating my Twitter yet alone writing a dull post hoping for a few comments. But fear not! After some R &amp;amp; R I’ll be back posting anecdotes from everything that I can remember. Also, I’ll be posting about Wink’s 18th dinner where I learnt so many new things like oral thrush amongst other things! Long story, you’ll read about it in a few days. I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-8181158213561478933?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/8181158213561478933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=8181158213561478933&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/8181158213561478933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/8181158213561478933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/absence-from-posting.html' title='Absence from posting'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-528627170370480849</id><published>2009-11-26T15:04:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T15:19:50.082+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote of the Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seagull'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moto Moto'/><title type='text'>Quote of the Day- Thursday 26 November 2009</title><content type='html'>The quote of the day comes from Seagull. We were talking about a mutual acquaintance and it was along the lines of how we think this person isn’t straight because of their characteristics. We don’t actually know the truth behind this but sometimes I just like to guess. Though, I’m very bad at guessing and I’m usually wrong but Seagull and I still like to tell each other that the MA (mutual acquaintance) is on the lookout for the other person. Our conversation went along the lines of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BB: "MA wants you!"&lt;br /&gt;Seagull: "No she wants you. She’s already made her way to get closer to you."&lt;br /&gt;BB: "I know! But she wants you because you’re over 18 and you’re more legal than me."&lt;br /&gt;Seagull: "Maybe she can have Moto Moto and grind?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why Seagull is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-528627170370480849?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/528627170370480849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=528627170370480849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/528627170370480849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/528627170370480849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/quote-of-day-thursday-26-november-2009.html' title='Quote of the Day- Thursday 26 November 2009'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-5801625763004276349</id><published>2009-11-25T18:54:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T19:10:53.426+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cougar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trophy Wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip Girl'/><title type='text'>Trophy Wives</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I started watching Season 3 of Gossip Girl and even though I have a few episodes to get to until I catch up to the ones that have aired in the States from the one episode I've seen so far I've missed the show! Actually I kind of like it because Serena, Dan, Blair, Chuck, Nate and Vanessa have all graduated from high school and now they're going into college. And that's exactly how my life is right at the moment. Except I'm doing university not college and I don't walk around home in Burberry dresses. But if I had the money I so would!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could handle being the trophy wife very well if I do say so myself. The nice clothes, the 'relations' and the living in luxury would just be some of the highlights! Not to mention the money! You know how everyone wants to get married when they grow up? Well I do but there's something about being a cougar that seems great. Except for the old part. That would suck. But other than that bring on BB ♥ as an uber-cougar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-5801625763004276349?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/5801625763004276349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=5801625763004276349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/5801625763004276349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/5801625763004276349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/trophy-wives.html' title='Trophy Wives'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-3142788548991912279</id><published>2009-11-24T21:44:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:49:51.419+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Wink.</title><content type='html'>I almost forgot but thanks to Facebook I was reminded again. Happy Birthday Wink! Hope it was great. I'm so excited that you're 18 for obvious reasons! See you on Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-3142788548991912279?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/3142788548991912279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=3142788548991912279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/3142788548991912279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/3142788548991912279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/wink.html' title='Wink.'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-2503722070553935592</id><published>2009-11-24T18:18:00.027+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T18:42:23.384+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Legal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moto Moto'/><title type='text'>Comics- Moto Moto</title><content type='html'>I have a new love of comics, especially really funny ones! Or ones that remind me of people. So whenever I see a comic that reminds me of someone I'll post it onto here. If you have the added bonus of being that person or knowing the person this will probably be more funnier than if you don't. I'm not guaranteeing that this will be funny at all. In fact it probably won't be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/1852/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 407px; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407582971716185282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/SwuYD-qYLMI/AAAAAAAAAJw/4EpsC65wPD0/s320/Moto+Moto-+Dress.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Moto Moto right down to the tee. Literally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's only because she has a horrible sense in fashion. Oh, I wouldn't say horrible. It's not all that bad. Just some things are worse than others. Like that time when she wore that blue knitted shirt and she had her glasses on her nose and she looked exactly like Miss Magpie the teacher from Blinky Bill! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-2503722070553935592?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/2503722070553935592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=2503722070553935592&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/2503722070553935592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/2503722070553935592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/comics-moto-moto.html' title='Comics- Moto Moto'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/SwuYD-qYLMI/AAAAAAAAAJw/4EpsC65wPD0/s72-c/Moto+Moto-+Dress.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-7079274052580213710</id><published>2009-11-23T12:54:00.017+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T13:19:31.188+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><title type='text'>2012- The world will end?</title><content type='html'>This just proves that the world will end by 2012. That or blogging and tweeting will end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.webdesignerdepot.com/2009/03/50-twitter-comic-strips/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407127238994954562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Swn5k1-iCUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/h4sfiitTzcc/s320/Guess+of+the+Week-+Twitter..bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Just because the 21.12.2012 is the end of the 2012 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Mayan&lt;/span&gt; calendar it doesn't mean anything! We aren't going to die and you can quote me on that. Well I hope it doesn't end because living is really great. But I'll be glad that I just make it to my 20&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday. With 4 days to spare. I wonder if everyone will bring Christmas forward in 2012? Maybe I should ask Yahoo Answers these questions? Nobody lies on there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-7079274052580213710?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/7079274052580213710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=7079274052580213710&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/7079274052580213710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/7079274052580213710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/2012-world-will-end.html' title='2012- The world will end?'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Swn5k1-iCUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/h4sfiitTzcc/s72-c/Guess+of+the+Week-+Twitter..bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-5905402782493093356</id><published>2009-11-23T12:28:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T12:52:30.543+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mondays'/><title type='text'>Monday 23 November 2009</title><content type='html'>It doesn't feel like Monday today. Normally on a Monday I'm at school but I've finished school. So for the next few months bring on the bludging. Actually there are a few things I want to do before the routine starts up again. So I'll be writing in a notebook of all the things I want to do these Summer holidays. Knowing me the list won't be all that long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-5905402782493093356?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/5905402782493093356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=5905402782493093356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/5905402782493093356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/5905402782493093356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/monday-23-november-2009.html' title='Monday 23 November 2009'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-467790292775755425</id><published>2009-11-22T22:45:00.012+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:44:59.999+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Formal'/><title type='text'>Formal after party.</title><content type='html'>How do I get BB ♥ to write a blog? How about I just post a tag on my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; status update to make her write one? Thanks Bean! I've been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;guilted&lt;/span&gt; into writing a post and you better tell me you like it. Just kidding. It's not as if I've had anything better to do, seeing as well you know I went onto Twitter and because of daylight savings I found out who won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the formal was great. How about the after party? Well that came second best. I was third to arrive which was surprising because I'm always late. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Besey&lt;/span&gt; and Sharon were already there. I felt like a third wheel for about two seconds before I realised &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Welshy&lt;/span&gt; was there. Whoops! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steaky&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Riney&lt;/span&gt; literally came a minute after me. So everything started. I was still remembering that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pitbull&lt;/span&gt; came on and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steaky&lt;/span&gt; and I were dancing to him. I was still remembering &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Moto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Moto&lt;/span&gt; and The Cinema 'dancing' with one another. And I was still remembering how I had finished high school forever and didn't tell everyone how I felt about them. (I have a thing with rapping at the moment. I might write a rap song about it. No promises though!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the night we were all re-enacting about the infamous dance between &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Moto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Moto&lt;/span&gt; and The Cinema. I was stumbling with laughter. A few hours later Bean, Cheese and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Thouist&lt;/span&gt; Diamond arrived. And I mean a few hours later. They came at 2 am! At one stage &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Riney&lt;/span&gt; told us a joke and because of my 'horrible' memory it went along the lines of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Riney&lt;/span&gt;: *Laughs* "Imagine.." *Laughs*&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: *Laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Riney&lt;/span&gt;: *Laugh*&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: *Laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Riney&lt;/span&gt;: "Imagine if Sharon..." *Laughs*&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: *Laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Riney&lt;/span&gt;: "I'm sorry. I'm just so funny!" *Laughs*&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: *Laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Riney&lt;/span&gt;: "Imagine if Sharon was literally flying through the sky!"&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: *Laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was pretty funny. An hour or so later &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Riney&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Besey&lt;/span&gt; and Sharon all went to a better place to sleep while the rest of us were outside. "A SHOOTING STAR!" said someone. I missed it. I was so sad. "A SHOOTING STAR" said someone else. I missed it again. I was a little upset that everyone saw a shooting star except for me. "How about we call them &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SS's&lt;/span&gt;?" I said because I'm too lazy to say shooting star! "SS" said Bean. Another one? How did I miss that? "SS!" I screamed. I saw one. I jumped up and high-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fived&lt;/span&gt; Bean and Cheese. We saw so many shooting stars that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bean: "Maybe there is a meteor shower happening?"&lt;/div&gt;BB: "Either that or someone is seeing a shooting star and wishing for another one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the weirdest thing ever happened on that night. Well second weirdest. (We all know what the first weirdest was. If not it starts with G and ends with rinding and it involves two people!) We saw a bright flash in the sky. Now I'm scared of everything astronomical. We all gasped, well I did anyway, and the lights went off where &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Riney&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Besey&lt;/span&gt; and Sharon were. I thought maybe they turned it off to scare us. But every light that we saw went off. (We were on a hill and had a view over everything). A few seconds later it came back on. Wow. By 4:30 am we were still all awake and the sky was getting brighter. Bean and Cheese decided to scare &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Riney&lt;/span&gt; and it was so funny. She was fast asleep and then she was screaming! After that I had a little bit of a sleep and woke up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. 9 hours sleep over the past 2 nights. You could imagine how I felt when I found out we were going out when I got home. I wasn't feeling well and had a little bit of headache and felt like throwing up. There's no connection at all! Whatever you're thinking is wrong I tell you! Maybe you're right. Actually what you're thinking is correct! Um, where was I? Yes, we went out and I was feeling so sick I didn't even want lunch. In the end though I did eat lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leonid shower + formal after party - leaving school × great friends ÷ morning after (Not the word I want to use. I'm no teetotaller.) =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://margaretstohl.typepad.com/.a/6a010536baa9fc970c01157120e112970b-pi"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406919921927085730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Swk9BZtyXqI/AAAAAAAAAJY/y1fnED1m_74/s320/excited+croc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tail and all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm off to con someone into taking me to next year's formal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-467790292775755425?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/467790292775755425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=467790292775755425&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/467790292775755425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/467790292775755425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/formal-after-party.html' title='Formal after party.'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Swk9BZtyXqI/AAAAAAAAAJY/y1fnED1m_74/s72-c/excited+croc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-7221256884198972174</id><published>2009-11-21T18:41:00.018+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T01:23:12.829+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Formal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moto Moto'/><title type='text'>Graduation and Formal 2009</title><content type='html'>Our graduation parade was so hot. It also ran over time which made me late for my hairdressers’ appointment but I'm glad that I stayed until the end of the parade. Anyway, each care class had a Powerpoint and with our class we had a picture of us in grade 8, a picture of us in grade 12 and then a 'superhero/cartoon character' that we looked like. I got Catwoman. And I think it's because Halle Berry and I have something in common, our skin colour. Oh and what's even funnier was our graduation song. It was some ‘emo’ band and the song wasn't even sad. Get this as well! Someone sang 'The Climb'. I remember writing on here about how dodgy our graduation would be if that song was played. I was half correct. Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we had the school formal and it was the funniest thing ever. My date, Timomatic, arrived and after having seven thousand photos taken we hit the road in our formal car. The car didn't even have seat belts! We arrived at our formal venue and we got out of our car and another seven thousand photo's are taken. Everyone looked great. They had waiters coming around offering us food and drinks before we went inside. After taking another seven thousand photos we were announced and we were seated at our tables. Because my last name starts with a letter that is all the way at the back of the alphabet we had to wait outside so much longer because they were announcing them alphabetically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get inside and even though it was a little cramped it was still manageable. Timomatic and I worked out in the car that if I got the steak (which I did) and he got the chicken (which he did) we would swap dinners. The chicken was dry! The potatoes weren't white! And they had squash on the plate and I thought it was lemon. They're both yellow! After dinner we had dessert and I got the sticky date pudding. It wasn't great. But it had toffee on top which I enjoyed! After dessert and when the formal photo line was small we all made a dash to the line to get our photos taken. Our photographer literally had to take seven thousand photos of us because I kept closing my eyes and then Timomatic started laughing which made me laugh and everyone who could see us were laughing and out photographer wasn't laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over to the table with Riney, Sharon, Besey, Steaky, Welshy, Anime L and everyone else who was sitting at the table. It was great! Actually, we got to dance at one stage and Pitbull came on and Steaky got so excited! I did the Macarena and Nutbush in heels with my super long dress on and I was exhausted. So when I went to go sit down again at the table we saw some teachers get up and dance! This is a true story, I'm not even kidding. The Cinema and Moto Moto were dancing together and at one strange they were pretty much pelvic thrusting into one another claiming it as a 'dance move'. Maybe pelvic thrusting isn't the right word? But if you saw it... Eventually I left before hugging every teacher that I knew and who was normal. Which wasn't very many!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe that we've finished high school forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the best night ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-7221256884198972174?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/7221256884198972174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=7221256884198972174&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/7221256884198972174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/7221256884198972174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/graduation-and-formal-2009.html' title='Graduation and Formal 2009'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-1704132197389559376</id><published>2009-11-19T21:55:00.018+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T00:08:12.909+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogs'/><title type='text'>Post: 200</title><content type='html'>Here's a review from post number 1 to this post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html"&gt;Stereotypes- Emo's. &lt;/a&gt;- It was my view of on 'Emo's' at the time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/06/swine-flu.html"&gt;Swine Flu&lt;/a&gt;- I was quite scared about this flu!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/06/long-weekends.html"&gt;Long Weekends- &lt;/a&gt;Written about a long weekend coming up and my Australian like behaviour when I just love long weekends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/06/exams-and-school-photos.html"&gt;Exams and School Photo's&lt;/a&gt;- It talks about how horrible my last school photo's turned out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/06/school-and-pictures.html"&gt;School and Pictures&lt;/a&gt;- This post is about how great my school photo was this year!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/06/legal-class.html"&gt;Legal class and a debrief of the day&lt;/a&gt;- Moto Moto laughed when she found out I had a blog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/06/blogs.html"&gt;Blogs-&lt;/a&gt; I love writing them and I love reading them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-thing-i-hate.html"&gt;One thing I hate&lt;/a&gt;-I'm a hypocrite. I know.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/06/english-exam.html"&gt;English Exam-&lt;/a&gt; "Where the bloody hell is Shakespeare?" Oh Lara Bingle!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/06/math-exam.html"&gt;Math Exam&lt;/a&gt;- Do I have to say more?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/06/legal-exam-and-weekend.html"&gt;Legal Exam and the weekend&lt;/a&gt;- 3 posts about exams in a row? That must be a record!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/06/nocturnal.html"&gt;Nocturnal&lt;/a&gt;- A conversation I had with a student teacher once!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/06/thats-right-she-blogged.html"&gt;That's right, she blogged&lt;/a&gt;- Just the post makes me sound cocky and stupid. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-promised.html"&gt;As promised&lt;/a&gt;- Thanks to Gloria I changed the title of the blog to something bigger and better!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/06/presents.html"&gt;Presents-&lt;/a&gt; I love presents!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-eventful-day.html"&gt;One eventful day&lt;/a&gt;- NBWL!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-day-of-term-2.html"&gt;Last Day of Term 2&lt;/a&gt;- Steaky, that book was so wrong!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/06/kleptomaniac-pirate.html"&gt;A kleptomaniac pirate&lt;/a&gt;- Wow. I had such unique and weird titles!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/06/expiry-date.html"&gt;Expiry Date&lt;/a&gt;- The Thailand trip!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/06/best-day.html"&gt;Best Day-&lt;/a&gt; My adventures for the day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/06/who-rose-before-sun.html"&gt;Who rose before the sun?&lt;/a&gt;- Stocktake.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/07/whipper-snipper-masacre.html"&gt;The Whipper Snipper Massacre&lt;/a&gt;- A conversation we had during stocktake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/07/these-ones-glow.html"&gt;These ones glow&lt;/a&gt;- Migaloo- My second favourite whale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/07/weather.html"&gt;Weather-&lt;/a&gt; Just a whinge about how hot it was with the aircon on while some homeless person was freezing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/07/surpise-kinder-surpise.html"&gt;Surprise, Kinder Surprise&lt;/a&gt;- I hated that ad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/07/win-and-lose.html"&gt;A win and a lose&lt;/a&gt;- Top Model final.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/07/whens-dinner.html"&gt;When's dinner?- &lt;/a&gt;One of the many posts I've written about food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/07/slack.html"&gt;Slack-&lt;/a&gt; I didn't blog for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/07/holiday-debrief.html"&gt;Holiday debrief&lt;/a&gt;- I did nothing those holidays!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-24-hours-of-holidays.html"&gt;Last 24 hours of holidays-&lt;/a&gt; I love holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-lie.html"&gt;A little lie&lt;/a&gt;- I lie a lot. The thing is, I'm bad at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/07/lesson-learnt-from-all-saints.html"&gt;A lesson learnt from All Saints&lt;/a&gt;- Besey and I had to ask Gloria if something was true that happend on All Saints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-about-this-weather.html"&gt;How about this weather?- &lt;/a&gt;Masterchef and I got a new toothbrush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-months-and-counting.html"&gt;5 months and counting&lt;/a&gt;- My birthday was in 5 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/07/plastic-surgery.html"&gt;Plastic surgery-&lt;/a&gt; Long story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-week.html"&gt;This week&lt;/a&gt;- Masterchef and Bean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/07/who-says-they-dont-like-mondays.html"&gt;Who says they don't like Mondays?- &lt;/a&gt;Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/07/cheap-tuesday.html"&gt;Cheap Tuesday-&lt;/a&gt; Moto Moto looked like the teacher from Blinky Bill on that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/07/worst-night-of-our-lives.html"&gt;The worst night of our lives&lt;/a&gt;- Great times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/07/anti-bitch-headphones-going-on.html"&gt;Anti-Bitch headphones going on&lt;/a&gt;- Tomcat! You're great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-ever-sports-carnival.html"&gt;Last ever sports carnival-&lt;/a&gt; I won't miss it THAT much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-christmas-in-july.html"&gt;Happy Christmas in July-&lt;/a&gt; 25th July.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-was-thinking-about-this-last-night.html"&gt;I was thinking&lt;/a&gt;...- Horse drawn carriages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/07/iron-maiden.html"&gt;Iron Maiden-&lt;/a&gt; The time I ironed my hair and it turned blonde. I'm not even kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/07/iron-maiden.html"&gt;Queensland Core what?&lt;/a&gt; QCS. Scary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/07/she-said-what.html"&gt;She said what?- &lt;/a&gt;Exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/07/exams-arent-even-fun.html"&gt;Exams aren't even fun- &lt;/a&gt;It's true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/07/watch-news.html"&gt;Watch the news!-&lt;/a&gt; Last day of July.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/that-is-my-name.html"&gt;That is my name-&lt;/a&gt; Name badge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/go-have-baby.html"&gt;Go Have a Baby&lt;/a&gt;- Grade 9 English.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-ghost-could-play-frisbee-it-would.html"&gt;Frisbee playing ghosts&lt;/a&gt;- I love frisbee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/like-dislike.html"&gt;Like/ Dislike-&lt;/a&gt; Facebook needs a dislike button.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/naughty.html"&gt;Naughty-&lt;/a&gt; You're naughty! Hump day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-you-pick-up-your-rubbish.html"&gt;Do you pick up your rubbish?&lt;/a&gt; Welshy, great times we had!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-your-excuse.html"&gt;What's your excuse?&lt;/a&gt;- Certain people we're annoying me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-all-in-hips.html"&gt;It's all in the hips-&lt;/a&gt; Best Literacy lesson ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/carnival-time.html"&gt;Carnival time&lt;/a&gt;- Ekka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/185-words-of-nothing.html"&gt;185 words of nothing-&lt;/a&gt; Most boring post ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/at-risk-of-sounding-unpopular.html"&gt;At the risk of sounding unpopular&lt;/a&gt;- I actually got the title from Lisa Simpson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/libraries.html"&gt;Libraries-&lt;/a&gt; The Librarian, one of the greatest shows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/lets-go-hot-chillis.html"&gt;Let's go Hot Chilli's&lt;/a&gt;- Netball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-memory-of-my-frisbee.html"&gt;In memory of my frisbee-&lt;/a&gt; The day that my frisbee was thrown onto the roof.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/sneezing.html"&gt;Sneezing- &lt;/a&gt;I hate sneezing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/were-so-bad.html"&gt;We're so bad!-&lt;/a&gt; Hiding in accounting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/too-true.html"&gt;Too true!&lt;/a&gt;- Sister that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/best-apology-since-k-rudds.html"&gt;Best apology since K Rudds-&lt;/a&gt; Called Moto Moto a whale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/action-packed-day.html"&gt;An action packed day&lt;/a&gt;-Lockdown. I love lockdowns! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-need-what.html"&gt;I need what?&lt;/a&gt;- Glasses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-complaining-more-than-sf.html"&gt;I'm complaining more than SF!&lt;/a&gt;- Accounting was great that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/theres-stick-on-your-helmet.html"&gt;There's a stick on your helmet-&lt;/a&gt; Magpie season is starting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/phobia-1.html"&gt;Phobia #1&lt;/a&gt;- Frogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/sprainage-in-exam.html"&gt;Sprainage in the exam&lt;/a&gt;- I sprained my ankle in an ACCOUNTING exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-only-i-were-kidding.html"&gt;If only I were kidding- &lt;/a&gt;The school toilets are gross.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/89-of-males-are-feral.html"&gt;89% of males are feral-&lt;/a&gt; Accurate statistic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/10-reasons-not-to-do-homework.html"&gt;10 reasons not to do homework&lt;/a&gt;- Accounting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/3-bettys-and-kudo.html"&gt;3 Betty's and a kudo-&lt;/a&gt; Ugly Betty and Betty White are the two better Betty's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-message-to-pina-coladas.html"&gt;Just a message to the Pina Colada's&lt;/a&gt;- Netball!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/get-your-saucer.html"&gt;Get your saucer&lt;/a&gt;- You're so catty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/she-said-what.html"&gt;She said what?-&lt;/a&gt; Not the best. I'll admit that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/who-are-you-talking-to.html"&gt;Who are you talking to?&lt;/a&gt;- Talking to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/10-reasons-why-weekend-is-better.html"&gt;10 reasons why the weekend is better-&lt;/a&gt; It just is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-teacher-is-ace.html"&gt;This teacher is ace&lt;/a&gt;- A nice teacher from a different school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-school-is-ace.html"&gt;This school is ace&lt;/a&gt;- Many schools gave breakfast to the QCS students. Needless to say, ours didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/who-else-is-dreading-tomorrow.html"&gt;Who else is dreading tomorrow?&lt;/a&gt;- QCS tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/10-reasons-why-i-dont-want-to-do-qcs.html"&gt;10 reasons why I don't want to do the QCS&lt;/a&gt;- It wasn't very fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/09/qcs-written-task.html"&gt;QCS written task&lt;/a&gt;- QCS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/09/part-1-of-qcs-test.html"&gt;Part 1 of the QCS test&lt;/a&gt;- QCS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/09/part-2-of-qcs-test.html"&gt;Part 2 of the QCS test&lt;/a&gt;- QCS &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/09/kudos-to-some-people-at-school.html"&gt;Kudo's to some people at school&lt;/a&gt;- Some great people at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-sorry-but.html"&gt;I'm sorry but..- &lt;/a&gt;Facebook sympathy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/09/early-morning-writing-says-lot.html"&gt;Early morning writing says a lot-&lt;/a&gt; I hate mornings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/09/early-morning-writing-says-lot.html"&gt;Chain emails&lt;/a&gt;- I hate chain emails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-that-happened.html"&gt;All that happened&lt;/a&gt;- Day details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/09/did-someone-say-work.html"&gt;Did someone say work?-&lt;/a&gt; No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-could-be-great-formal.html"&gt;This could be a great formal-&lt;/a&gt; It COULD be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/09/osama-and-whitney-sitting-in-tree.html"&gt;09/09/09-&lt;/a&gt; 9th September&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/09/rip-watchy.html"&gt;R.I.P Watchy- &lt;/a&gt;My poor watch was smashed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/09/osama-and-whitney-sitting-in-tree.html"&gt;Osama and Whitney sitting in a tree-&lt;/a&gt; September 11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/09/taylor-swift-concert.html"&gt;Taylor Swift concert&lt;/a&gt;- Taylor Swift's concert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/09/killer-pies.html"&gt;Killer Pies-&lt;/a&gt; Magpie season&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/09/mondays-day-with-mon-in-front-of-it.html"&gt;Apparently I'm rude-&lt;/a&gt; Apparently!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-heard-rumour-about-you.html"&gt;I heard a rumour about you&lt;/a&gt;- It was true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/09/were-not-looking-at-spelling-words.html"&gt;We're not looking at the spelling words- &lt;/a&gt;Spelling in legal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/09/debrief-of-level-1-and-2-trip.html"&gt;Debrief of Level 1 and 2 trip-&lt;/a&gt; Infinity!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/09/aliens-with-laser-guns.html"&gt;Aliens with laser guns-&lt;/a&gt; Scary post title.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/09/keith-richards.html"&gt;Keith Richards-&lt;/a&gt; What's not to love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-great-start-to-holidays.html"&gt;What a great start to the holidays&lt;/a&gt;- Holidays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-ginity.html"&gt;E- Ginity-&lt;/a&gt; A conversation with Bendy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/09/google-is-best-cure.html"&gt;Google is the best cure-&lt;/a&gt; I love Google.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/09/10-reasons-why-my-netball-team-is-great.html"&gt;10 reasons why my netball team is great&lt;/a&gt;- This post is full of sarcasm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/09/birds.html"&gt;Birds-&lt;/a&gt; They're so weird with their beaks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/09/hyoid-bone.html"&gt;Hyoid Bone-&lt;/a&gt; I've been watching too much Bones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/09/bond.html"&gt;Bond- &lt;/a&gt;My favourite classical band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/09/leaving.html"&gt;Leaving&lt;/a&gt;- School holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/09/judith-lucy.html"&gt;Judith Lucy- &lt;/a&gt;Her book is the funniest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/09/id-be-great-on-its-academic.html"&gt;I'd be great of It's Academic-&lt;/a&gt; I really would.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/09/taylor-swift-times-two.html"&gt;Taylor Swift times two&lt;/a&gt;- Tickets to Taylor Swift's concert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/get-your-groove-on.html"&gt;Get your groove on-&lt;/a&gt; I got new earphones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/officially-last-day-of-school-holidays.html"&gt;Officially the last day of school holidays-&lt;/a&gt; The title says everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/bg.html"&gt;BG- &lt;/a&gt;Steaky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/farmville-or-farmtown.html"&gt;Farmville or Farmtown?-&lt;/a&gt; Farmville.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/school-tomorrow-seriously.html"&gt;School tomorrow, seriously?-&lt;/a&gt; Back to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/jessica-watson.html"&gt;Jessica Watson-&lt;/a&gt; Look at her sail!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-happens-in-legal-stays-in-legal.html"&gt;What happens in legal stays in legal&lt;/a&gt;- I'm going to miss that class!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/routine.html"&gt;Routine- &lt;/a&gt;I love routines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/debrief-of-7-october-2009.html"&gt;Debried of 7 October 2009- &lt;/a&gt;The title says everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/minger-radar.html"&gt;Minger Radar-&lt;/a&gt; Minger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/pina-coladas.html"&gt;Pina Colada's-&lt;/a&gt; Netball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/35-more-days.html"&gt;35 more days&lt;/a&gt;- Until schools over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/quote-of-day-9-october-2009.html"&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;/a&gt; 9 Octover 2009- I love good quotes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/phone-issues.html"&gt;Phone issues: &lt;/a&gt;Darn Nokia's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/hospitals-cats-and-housemaids.html"&gt;Hospitals, cats and housemaids: &lt;/a&gt;Scary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/honesty.html"&gt;Code:&lt;/a&gt; Code.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/yearbook.html"&gt;Yearbook!: &lt;/a&gt;Announcing to everyone they should buy a yearbook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/twitter-love.html"&gt;Twitter love: &lt;/a&gt;I love twitter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/story-time.html"&gt;Story time:&lt;/a&gt; Stories are great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/china.html"&gt;China:&lt;/a&gt; Netball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/school-captain-speeches.html"&gt;School Captain Speeches:&lt;/a&gt; Best post ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/dusty-wednesday.html"&gt;Dusty Wednesday-&lt;/a&gt; Dusty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/outdrawn.html"&gt;Outdrawn-&lt;/a&gt; By Cheese!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/tswift-tickets.html"&gt;TSwift tickets- &lt;/a&gt;The day they were actuallybought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/best-lesson-ever.html"&gt;Best lesson ever&lt;/a&gt;- Legal and business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/quote-of-day.html"&gt;Quote of the day-&lt;/a&gt; I love good quotes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/weekend.html"&gt;Weekend-&lt;/a&gt; I love the weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/bowling-buses-and-mcdonalds.html"&gt;Bowling, buses and McDonalds-&lt;/a&gt; Sharon's birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/note-to-self.html"&gt;Note to self- &lt;/a&gt;I love notes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/old-news.html"&gt;Old news-&lt;/a&gt; Everyone needs the news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/quote-of-day_19.html"&gt;Quote of the day- &lt;/a&gt;I love good quotes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/gia.html"&gt;Gia-&lt;/a&gt; Really weird dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/bb150.html"&gt;BB150- &lt;/a&gt;150th post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/best-lesson-ever.html"&gt;My first ever...&lt;/a&gt;- Pringle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/quote-of-day_21.html"&gt;Quote of the day- &lt;/a&gt;I love good quotes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/quote-of-day_3311.html"&gt;Quote of the day-&lt;/a&gt; I love good quotes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/10-500-412-times-excited.html"&gt;10 500 412 times excited-&lt;/a&gt; I get excited easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/sardine.html"&gt;Sardine-&lt;/a&gt; New nickname at Netball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/lolly-teeth.html"&gt;Lolly teeth-&lt;/a&gt; Ew. They're gross!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/mole-day.html"&gt;Mole day-&lt;/a&gt; For all those chemistry kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/please-dont-judge-me-but.html"&gt;Please don't judge me but...-&lt;/a&gt; I like rap music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween.html"&gt;Halloween&lt;/a&gt;- Should I go or not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/honest-scrap.html"&gt;Honest scrap-&lt;/a&gt; Honest scrap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/guess-what.html"&gt;Guess what?- &lt;/a&gt;Guess!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/fascinators-arent-fascinating.html"&gt;Fascinators aren't fascinating&lt;/a&gt;- They're just not nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-im-just-kidding.html"&gt;No I'm just kidding- &lt;/a&gt;Coral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/awards-night-preparation.html"&gt;Awards night preparation- &lt;/a&gt;Getting ready for awards night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/student-council-speeches.html"&gt;Student Council speeches-&lt;/a&gt; Student Council speeches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/youll-never-understand.html"&gt;You'll never understand&lt;/a&gt;- Best picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/wednesday-lonely-day.html"&gt;Wednesday- the lonely day-&lt;/a&gt; No one shows up on a Wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/jump-then-fall.html"&gt;Jump then Fall-&lt;/a&gt; Also a song by Taylor Swift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/sneaky-sound-system-arent-first-to-see.html"&gt;Sneaky Sound System aren't the first to see a UFO- &lt;/a&gt;Reading in the library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/world-teachers-day-2009.html"&gt;World Teachers Day 2009- &lt;/a&gt;They actually have a day for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/business-great.html"&gt;Business= great- &lt;/a&gt;I loved business!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween_31.html"&gt;Halloween-&lt;/a&gt; Amy Winehouse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-november.html"&gt;Happy November-&lt;/a&gt; 1st November&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/lazy.html"&gt;Lazy-&lt;/a&gt; I'm lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/pre-awards-night.html"&gt;Pre-awards night-&lt;/a&gt; A post before the awards night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-totally-beats-packed-to-rafters.html"&gt;This totally beats Packed to the Rafters- &lt;/a&gt;Awards night was great! I got a special award and was in our local paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/9-days.html"&gt;9 days- &lt;/a&gt;To go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/wednesday-4-november-trivia.html"&gt;Wednesday 4 November Trivia-&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday Welshy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/paperwasping.html"&gt;Paperwasping- &lt;/a&gt;It's great! Try it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/storm.html"&gt;Storm-&lt;/a&gt; It actually stormed for once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-exam-down-and-about-50-thousand-to.html"&gt;Finished business forever!... until next year- &lt;/a&gt;Our last ever business exam and I'm studying business at uni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/count-von-count.html"&gt;Count von Count&lt;/a&gt;- Best vampire out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/ten-hours-later.html"&gt;Ten hours later&lt;/a&gt;- 10 hours and the English is finished!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/study-sessions.html"&gt;Study sessions-&lt;/a&gt; Studying with Neaky and Tomcat online for legal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-back.html"&gt;I'm back- &lt;/a&gt;After not blogging for a few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/braces.html"&gt;Braces-&lt;/a&gt; I got my braces off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/steaky.html"&gt;Steaky-&lt;/a&gt; Conversation with Steaky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/blogger-award.html"&gt;Blogger award-&lt;/a&gt; Blogger award.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/t1.html"&gt;T1&lt;/a&gt;- T1 is great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-cards.html"&gt;Christmas cards-&lt;/a&gt; Writing out Christmas cards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/too-soon.html"&gt;Too soon?- &lt;/a&gt;Michael Jackson joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/riney.html"&gt;Riney&lt;/a&gt;- Happy Birthday Riney.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/hot-hot-hot.html"&gt;Hot hot hot&lt;/a&gt;- The weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/countdown.html"&gt;Countdown&lt;/a&gt;- Until school is finished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/generation-no-idea.html"&gt;Generation No Idea&lt;/a&gt;- Thanks Terminator. Funniest thing you've ever said!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/big-day-in.html"&gt;Big Day In&lt;/a&gt;- Big Day In.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-more-sleep.html"&gt;One more sleep-&lt;/a&gt; Until school is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/presents.html"&gt;Presents-&lt;/a&gt; I love presents!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-how-i-feel.html"&gt;This is how I feel&lt;/a&gt;- Emotions are out of the bag now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Post: 200- a recap of all these posts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-1704132197389559376?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/1704132197389559376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=1704132197389559376&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/1704132197389559376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/1704132197389559376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/post-200.html' title='Post: 200'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-5515901639710788272</id><published>2009-11-19T21:07:00.061+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T21:53:12.779+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>This is how I feel.</title><content type='html'>This is just a post to tell people how I feel about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Riney:&lt;/em&gt; You are one of the funniest people of all time. Even when we're all in a mood we can always count on you to make us laugh and give us the best advice. I'm going to miss you when you move!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Besey:&lt;/em&gt; This year was really good. Simply because we weren't in the same Literacy class! Just kidding. After being in the same Literacy class since grade 8 and a few weeks of grade 12 it was really strange not having you in the class. We're definitely going to the Rockwiz concert next year and Riney's coming too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neaky:&lt;/em&gt; Preschool! That's where it was happening. I'm so glad that we became best friends on my very first day. If it wasn't for you I'm pretty sure that my life wouldn't have been as great without you. I'll miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomcat:&lt;/em&gt; Tomcat! You pretty much named my blog for me. I almost cried when you told me the name of it because it was so great. I'm kind of glad that someone already had that name and that Gloria said "Why not just make it 'The Blackest Blogger?' " Legal studies wouldn't have been the same without you! I loved your views on the Twilight saga for the year as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Italian Bin Diving Stallion:&lt;/em&gt; IBDS you seriously are great. You're so funny too. I remember when we went bowling that time and you told that funny joke in McDonalds. I laughed so much that the coke I was drinking went all over the ground because I spat it out! Good luck with next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pigeon:&lt;/em&gt; I'm so glad that you were in my business class. It gave Besey and I someone to pick on (in a good way) rather than Riney. Seriously though, you're not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Salmon:&lt;/em&gt; Salmon! Accounting was great this year. The naming of Moto Moto came from being in that classroom! Things could have been so different if that never happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;N'Cole:&lt;/em&gt; Legal was all the funnier with you in the class. Good luck with it next year. You'll need it with Moto Moto as the teacher! But seriously good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bendy:&lt;/em&gt; Just like with N'Cole legal was great with you. Good luck with it next year and I'll talk to you on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bean:&lt;/em&gt; Thanks for reading my blog constantly. Thanks for making me that shirt and thanks for making this year so enjoyable! Good luck next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheese:&lt;/em&gt; I'm glad you were one of the ones who were laughing when I use to shine Riney in the eyes with my mirror trying to blind her! Good luck next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meeco:&lt;/em&gt; This year was probably the best because we got on so great. Accounting and math were so much more funnier when one of us were in a bad mood. I'm so relieved that we both passed even though we use to talk all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;KC:&lt;/em&gt; You're so funny! Even though some of your jokes are a little bit lame, they're still funny as heck! Good luck next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SF:&lt;/em&gt; SF, you're so clever in accounting and I'm jealous. Not really. But accounting was really good with you and everyone else in the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sonic:&lt;/em&gt; I just love you! You're so funny, great, good at everything, always happy and many more things. I'd write more but I don't want to make everyone else jealous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wink:&lt;/em&gt; Your jokes were sometimes funny. But the way you told them made them funnier! See you at your 18th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bussio&lt;/em&gt;: Just like Neaky we go way back! You're so funny in a dirty kind of way. And I like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Timomatic:&lt;/em&gt; Math and ICT were so much better with you in the class. Your racist and Star Trek jokes were the best! See you Friday night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anime L:&lt;/em&gt; Seeing as we're going to the same uni next year and studying the same course, do you want to carpool? You might have to get life insurance if I'm driving though! (I actually wanted to say this in front of everyone but I'll write it here instead) You did great in accounting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Curly Ninja: &lt;/em&gt;We've had our differences over the years and even though I punched you in the face in English, accidentally, I'm sorry! But this year was awesome! Keep in touch buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Welshy:&lt;/em&gt; Chunky chunky! That's the best. You and Salmon are the reasons we call Moto Moto that name. I'm glad we were both in the same accounting class. I couldn't imagine how it would be to be the only person who didn't understand the work only to figure out how to do it the night before the exam or sometimes on the day of the exam! If I'm ever arrested I want to be arrested by you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sharon:&lt;/em&gt; My netball buddy. We played great this year. It's a shame we lost every game! I'm glad I experienced it with you. I know we'll keep in touch for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Steaky:&lt;/em&gt; You got me my job, we got our learners' on the same day, we went to Taylor Swifts concert this year and we're going to her concert next year. The past 12 months have been great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gloria:&lt;/em&gt; Actually I don't even know if you know we call you that. I'll have to tell you tomorrow. Anyway, business was great with you as the teacher. I'm going to miss it next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moto Moto:&lt;/em&gt; Legal and Accounting were enjoyable this year. I think it was your laid back teaching. That or your laziness! Jokes. Have fun in a quiet classroom without me next year. If you need a job at the 'you know what'. Your welcome to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Furness: &lt;/em&gt;I'm so annoyed that I didn't go to your party! It was even a pool party. Oh well, you'll just have to have another one I guess. Good luck next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Orange Lips:&lt;/em&gt; We missed you being our care teacher this year. Obviously money is more important than 12F. But if that's the way you want to be... Besey and I will miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shorty:&lt;/em&gt; I'm glad you were in my legal and accounting class. Because you got double the amount of jokes from me! Even though half the time they weren't even funny and I was the only one laughing at them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yamjee:&lt;/em&gt; Legal was great with you in the class. I know you'll miss me next year but there's always Facebook! Just kidding. Good luck with it next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;R Mac:&lt;/em&gt; I love this nickname the most. Good luck with legal next year. You'll need it! Actually you lose all motivation with legal in grade 12. It's just like 'Yeah, I'll do it tomorrow'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dragon&lt;/em&gt;: Even though we hardly talked this year I know I can always count on you for a 'talking' session!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vice Captain:&lt;/em&gt; I wish you got school captain. Then you could have made an appearance at our formal! Good luck with legal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perky:&lt;/em&gt; Accounting was fun with you. I loved it when you tried to use the same voice as Moto Moto. It was actually not too bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Touchy Feely:&lt;/em&gt; TF, Legal was great while you lasted in the class. Have fun being in the class with your spare next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pitman:&lt;/em&gt; I actually can't wait to see your suit on Friday night! Good luck next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;S2H:&lt;/em&gt; ICT was a breeze with you in the class! Good luck with the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-5515901639710788272?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/5515901639710788272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=5515901639710788272&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/5515901639710788272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/5515901639710788272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-how-i-feel.html' title='This is how I feel.'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-1839900970919796087</id><published>2009-11-19T20:42:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T20:59:46.316+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Presents'/><title type='text'>Presents!</title><content type='html'>Even though leaving school can be quite scary there are some good things about it. I can think of one of the best parts ever. Getting presents! I love presents. I love unwrapping them, I love receiving them, I don't really like giving them out but sometimes I like to wrap things up that I've already had for ages and wait a couple weeks to unwrap it. That's how much I like presents. Anyway I've taken a few pictures of the presents that all revolve around the 'B' word. And by the 'B' word I mean blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/SwUjmkA15nI/AAAAAAAAAJA/_Ig-Z4KxTTs/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405766073137358450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/SwUjmkA15nI/AAAAAAAAAJA/_Ig-Z4KxTTs/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The front of the shirt: Bean and Cheese made me this shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/SwUjnKKTNDI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3KxnX7JY6W4/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405766083377574962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/SwUjnKKTNDI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3KxnX7JY6W4/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The back of the shirt: Now I don't have to say my URL. I can just say "Look at the back of my shirt!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/SwUjnaGHaMI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5qaFks9VGQg/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405766087654992066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/SwUjnaGHaMI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5qaFks9VGQg/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Literacy present!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In Literacy our teacher, Smokey Bear, gave us all 'Little Miss' and 'Little Mr' books that our personalities apparently portrayed. I'm glad that I didn't get 'Little Miss Bad' and that she changed it to 'Little Miss Blog'! That seriously was the highlight to my Tuesday! Thanks Smokey Bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Bean and Cheese, when I vlog I will definitely wear the shirt you guys made! Plus, thanks to everyone who got me something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-1839900970919796087?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/1839900970919796087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=1839900970919796087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/1839900970919796087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/1839900970919796087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/presents.html' title='Presents!'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/SwUjmkA15nI/AAAAAAAAAJA/_Ig-Z4KxTTs/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-1233744410244376168</id><published>2009-11-19T20:39:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T20:41:06.199+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Last day ever.'/><title type='text'>One more sleep!</title><content type='html'>One more sleep and hey presto I’&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; finished high school forever! I'm only about 10 million times scared. Bring on the Kleenex for tomorrow morning, afternoon and night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-1233744410244376168?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/1233744410244376168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=1233744410244376168&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/1233744410244376168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/1233744410244376168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-more-sleep.html' title='One more sleep!'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-8402295466274231081</id><published>2009-11-18T21:52:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T22:09:37.731+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Legal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Business'/><title type='text'>Big Day In</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow we get to have a 'Big Day In'. It's nothing like the Big Day Out because there won't be any live music and there won't be any moshing but the one thing that the Big Day Out and the Big Day In have in common would be the hot weather. It's been so hot lately, except for when it was really windy last night but that beside the point. Back to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BDI&lt;/span&gt; I give it an hour before I'm bored out of my brains. Who wants to spend their last day at school in the school shed (Hall) where it's really hot and the only fans are the ones that blow so much air you think that a tornado is coming? Not me! That's for sure. I'd rather go and enjoy sitting in some of my last classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was our last ever legal lesson today! Well and all our other lessons as well. But our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; group is pretty much useless now. It WAS a great group at the time. Best class ever! Actually I think it ties with business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-8402295466274231081?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/8402295466274231081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=8402295466274231081&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/8402295466274231081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/8402295466274231081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/big-day-in.html' title='Big Day In'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-4957348190378245094</id><published>2009-11-18T20:24:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T20:33:28.593+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Generation'/><title type='text'>Generation No Idea!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I love my school. After the Terminator 'talked' to us about how horrible the younger grades were, he made many references to Generation Y. That got me side tracked a little bit because I started thinking about the show "Talkin' 'Bout Your Generation" and how Denise Scott is making an appearance on an upcoming episode but then when the Terminator said this I had to look away because it was probably one of the funniest things I've ever heard him say. "Generation Y?! How about Generation No Idea!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's funny because it's true. Hardly anyone that I know of actually knows what they want to do when they finish school and how it's going to help them in life. I'm all for changing Generation Y to Generation No Idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-4957348190378245094?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/4957348190378245094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=4957348190378245094&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/4957348190378245094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/4957348190378245094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/generation-no-idea.html' title='Generation No Idea!'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-8764972395735242279</id><published>2009-11-17T22:04:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:10:32.677+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>Counting down the days until we finish school is acceptable. After being at school for 12 years surely we are allowed to count down the amount of days we have until we're finished. But counting down the hours? Now that's just stupid and screams boredom. Wow, 25 hours until we're finished school just sounds so much more better than saying we have 3 days to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to those 10 or so who are counting down the hours. Don't. Not only is it lame but it makes it sound longer because the number is bigger. Try not to make to much offence too this. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-8764972395735242279?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/8764972395735242279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=8764972395735242279&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/8764972395735242279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/8764972395735242279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/countdown.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-381971960334305881</id><published>2009-11-17T20:28:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T20:41:09.062+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Legal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Business'/><title type='text'>Hot hot hot</title><content type='html'>One month today is my birthday! 17 on the 17&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. 17 must be my luck number right? Well I don't really know. I've never been one to have lucky numbers. I do like the number 19 though. But I hate it when people say "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nineeeeeeeeeeteeeeeeeeeeeeen&lt;/span&gt;!" That's one of the reasons why I don't like numbers. Oh and accounting is associated with numbers that's the other reason why I don't like them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was hot. It was so hot I pictured steam coming off of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; head just for the fun of it. But then I got exhausted because it was so hot and I just didn't feel like thinking. I actually felt a little sorry for the people at school who haven't finished their assessment and still have to do work. Only for about two minutes though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finish on Friday. Forever. Never coming back. All over red rover. I'm a little scared. After tomorrow I'll never have legal studies again! Or business. EVER! It's so strange. I love those classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-381971960334305881?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/381971960334305881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=381971960334305881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/381971960334305881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/381971960334305881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/hot-hot-hot.html' title='Hot hot hot'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-4889436443037671026</id><published>2009-11-17T18:40:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T18:51:34.047+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Business'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Besey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Riney'/><title type='text'>Riney</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Riney&lt;/span&gt;! Hope your birthday was ten million times great because you got to share it with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Besey&lt;/span&gt; and I in business first up! Just kidding. That lesson was hell. It was so hot in the green room. Actually today in general was pretty hot. But today was pretty great. I'll admit that. I can't wait for tomorrow. Did someone say &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bludge&lt;/span&gt;? Well we've been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bludging&lt;/span&gt; all week so tomorrow is going to be like the rest of the days we've had this week. Boring and hot. I'm enjoying it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-4889436443037671026?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/4889436443037671026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=4889436443037671026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/4889436443037671026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/4889436443037671026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/riney.html' title='Riney'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-3333568769124430379</id><published>2009-11-17T18:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T18:36:32.590+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Jackson.'/><title type='text'>Too soon?</title><content type='html'>It was so hot today if Michael Jackson was still alive his nose would have definitely fallen off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-3333568769124430379?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/3333568769124430379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=3333568769124430379&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/3333568769124430379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/3333568769124430379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/too-soon.html' title='Too soon?'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-7474238449475529893</id><published>2009-11-16T22:27:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T22:30:18.053+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Cards</title><content type='html'>Just a quick post because I've just spent the last two hours writing out Christmas cards with their own specialised message inside. Even though I still have plenty more to do I figured that some people can either wait until Wednesday or they won't get one at all! Also we have the Year 12 Breakfast tomorrow. 7:45 am we have to be there. That's what time I normally get out of bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-7474238449475529893?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/7474238449475529893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=7474238449475529893&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/7474238449475529893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/7474238449475529893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-cards.html' title='Christmas Cards'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-2103412676532189454</id><published>2009-11-15T20:09:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:31:36.272+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Legal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T1'/><title type='text'>T1</title><content type='html'>T1 was probably one of the nicer people in legal studies last year. Even though most of them were pretty nice he was in the top 3. He has great taste in television as well. Nice and good taste in TV? Answer me this "DOES HE HAVE HIS P'S?" Anyway, The Office and Doctor Who are some serious great programs. Except his main downfall is the fact that he likes Torchwood. I know it's a spinoff of Doctor Who and all but I never really got into it. Maybe because Eve Myles was in Merlin (as well as Torchwood) and I thought that was the most ridiculous show ever thought of? Though, she only appeared in one episode! It just so happens to be the only episode I saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-2103412676532189454?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/2103412676532189454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=2103412676532189454&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/2103412676532189454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/2103412676532189454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/t1.html' title='T1'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-917636336485038654</id><published>2009-11-14T18:51:00.031+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T19:27:10.967+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogs'/><title type='text'>Blogger award</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sv6TFJdRUZI/AAAAAAAAAI4/9-qlmAdQlSg/s1600-h/awesome_blogger_award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 291px; HEIGHT: 65px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403918319538491794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sv6TFJdRUZI/AAAAAAAAAI4/9-qlmAdQlSg/s320/awesome_blogger_award.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the wonderful blogger &lt;a href="http://lovenovelty.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Little Flower&lt;/a&gt; I've gotten an award! I love awards. Actually, I'm on page 12 of our local paper for getting an award. However this comes with some conditions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thank whoever gave this to you&lt;br /&gt;2. Copy award&lt;br /&gt;3. Post it in your blog&lt;br /&gt;4. Tell us 7 things that your readers don’t know&lt;br /&gt;5. Link 7 new bloggers&lt;br /&gt;6. Notify winners of the award with a comment on their blog&lt;br /&gt;7. Keep being awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of 7 new things that I don't post on here could actually be a bit difficult. I write pretty much everything on here. Okay here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love humour. I love funny people. I love funny jokes. I kind of just like laughing and attempting to say funny things. I love funny stories. I actually love stories that aren't suppose to be funny but they actually are. Ones that are mostly told by Riney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes I like to listen to rap music. Please don't judge me! Nothing hardcore though maybe something along the lines of T-Pain and Taylor Swift? Kanye West (even though I don't like what he did to poor Taylor!) and Eminem. Oh, 50 cent too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I use to play clarinet. The only reason why I gave it up was because when I had to get it serviced they had to send it away to a different place because they didn't have one of the screws for it. My teacher was going off at me telling me that I was purposely leaving it at home so I couldn't play. Needless to say I quit right on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still sleep with teddy bears! Look, I just get scared in the dark and my mind plays tricks on me. If I just lie still maybe the monster under my bed will mistake me for a really big teddy bear and will leave me alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As you can see in the previous point I have a great sense of imagination. It's great for lonely days or awkward situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get distracted really easily and my memory isn't great. Actually, no. My memory is pretty good, it's just if something isn't interesting I won't remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love TV. It's great. So many good things happen on the TV. You can even learn from it. True story, you actually can! (Maybe I was having a little trouble thinking of the 7th thing to write and this was the best I could do.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now for the tagging! &lt;a href="http://jforjanice.blogspot.com/"&gt;Janice&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://miss-shivi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss Shivi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://miss-shivi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jumping in Puddles&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://mmmichella.blogspot.com/"&gt;mmmichella&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://being-desi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Desi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://alphabetachic.blogspot.com/"&gt;Patty Ann&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://lil-miss-happy-x.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lil-Miss-Happy-x&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-917636336485038654?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/917636336485038654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=917636336485038654&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/917636336485038654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/917636336485038654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/blogger-award.html' title='Blogger award'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sv6TFJdRUZI/AAAAAAAAAI4/9-qlmAdQlSg/s72-c/awesome_blogger_award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-4686480797623019985</id><published>2009-11-14T18:27:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T18:33:20.654+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steaky'/><title type='text'>Steaky</title><content type='html'>One of the reasons why I love working on a Saturday morning is because Steaky is there. The things she says are sometimes the funniest thing ever. Like this morning when she came out with this:&lt;br /&gt;Steaky: "I was talking to BG last night."&lt;br /&gt;BB: "Oooooh!"&lt;br /&gt;Steaky: "Yeah, and well the only way I know how to flirt is to be suggestive and then..."&lt;br /&gt;BB: "Steaky!"&lt;br /&gt;Steaky: "Yeah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-4686480797623019985?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/4686480797623019985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=4686480797623019985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/4686480797623019985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/4686480797623019985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/steaky.html' title='Steaky'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-305038105670558730</id><published>2009-11-13T20:27:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T20:37:14.144+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braces'/><title type='text'>Braces</title><content type='html'>My braces are officially off.  It didn't even take 40 minutes to get them off and when they were off my teeth were so smooth they didn't even feel real. I also got my retainer today. It isn't great. I broke the first rule within hours. "You're not allowed to wash your retainer under hot water." Oops. It wasn't my fault though I hate using hot water and when I do I always make sure I put the handle to the cold side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can now enjoy the things I wasn't suppose to eat. Even though I mostly did. Except for gum. I never had gum. I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-305038105670558730?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/305038105670558730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=305038105670558730&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/305038105670558730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/305038105670558730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/braces.html' title='Braces'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-2445420991649861347</id><published>2009-11-12T19:17:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T20:00:27.096+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exams'/><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>I'm back! After not blogging for 3 days I can safely say that I have now finished all my high school exams! The last couple of days have been pretty scary and even though we've had support from all our friends at school I'm so glad that exams are over. What's even better is that tomorrow is not only the day Tomcat was born 18 years ago but it's also the day that I get my braces off. I'm quite excited. The past 22 months with having metal glued onto my teeth just seems normal but I won't be missing them all that much when they come off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might go watch an episode of Glee that isn't actually a repeat online.&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-2445420991649861347?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/2445420991649861347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=2445420991649861347&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/2445420991649861347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/2445420991649861347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-1025470279201301822</id><published>2009-11-09T21:58:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:16:55.924+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Legal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exams'/><title type='text'>Study sessions</title><content type='html'>Just had a study 'sesh' for legal studies with Neaky and Tomcat. In the past hour that we've been talking and studying for I've learnt so much more than the past couple of weeks. Sad but true. No offence to our teacher at all. That's definitely a con about having a combined grade 11 and grade 12 class. The pro's are that you get to talk to people and see what they have to say that aren't in the same grade as you. And seeing that you know majority of our legal studies class is in grade 11 it's been a pretty great year with them! I'll only be about 70% sad that I'm leaving legal studies. Purely because of the class not the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams to do: 4&lt;br /&gt;Days until braces come off: 4&lt;br /&gt;School days left: 9&lt;br /&gt;Days until November 20th (Last day of school EVER!): 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry again about the posts I've been doing. I know they're boring and lame but I'm really nervous about these exams coming up. But come Thursday night and I'll be posting so much your eyes will be sore from looking at the computer screen too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-1025470279201301822?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/1025470279201301822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=1025470279201301822&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/1025470279201301822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/1025470279201301822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/study-sessions.html' title='Study sessions'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-5979302105624981339</id><published>2009-11-08T22:08:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:16:49.763+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Ten hours later..</title><content type='html'>Ten hours later and I've finally finished my English assignment. All I need to do now is print it and present it and I'm all finished with English. School is almost over and it's the most scariest thing ever. Other than Paranormal Activity which seems scary but because this is real I think it's scarier. Only just though. There's no chance that I'll ever watch Paranormal Activity. Ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-5979302105624981339?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/5979302105624981339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=5979302105624981339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/5979302105624981339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/5979302105624981339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/ten-hours-later.html' title='Ten hours later..'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-1147341050554308454</id><published>2009-11-08T11:47:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T12:11:05.135+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vampire'/><title type='text'>Count von Count</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;My all time favourite vampire would have to be Count &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;von&lt;/span&gt; Count. I'm not into any of this Twilight, Vampire Diaries, True Blood or Moonlight or any of those other 'vampire' shows/movies. I mean come on! Count &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;von&lt;/span&gt; count can do math. There's nothing better than vampire mathematician. It's so unlikely and that's one of the reasons why I love it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/view.php?pic=1zdc012&amp;amp;s=3"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 279px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401545208117018770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/SvYkv4gHQJI/AAAAAAAAAIw/DNGmCMaH33Y/s320/count+von+count.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm definitely Team Countess &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;von&lt;/span&gt; Backwards rather than Team Bella. Twilight annoys me so much and that's one of the reasons why I haven't seen it. Even though I haven't seen Twilight I can safely say I'm Team Jacob rather than Team Edward. Have you seen Jacob's muscles? And Edward looks so emaciated because he's too skinny I just want to force feed him something high in calories.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I better go do this English assignment.&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-1147341050554308454?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/1147341050554308454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=1147341050554308454&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/1147341050554308454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/1147341050554308454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/count-von-count.html' title='Count von Count'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/SvYkv4gHQJI/AAAAAAAAAIw/DNGmCMaH33Y/s72-c/count+von+count.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-5735665250431829701</id><published>2009-11-07T20:11:00.020+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T01:19:46.963+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exam'/><title type='text'>Finished business forever! ... Until next year.</title><content type='html'>One exam down and about 50 thousand to go but hey I've finished business forever! We had our exam on Friday afternoon and after having a quick study '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sesh&lt;/span&gt;' (Look I wanted to sound hip and cool and saying we had a study session just sounded lame!) with Besey and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Riney&lt;/span&gt; we were ready for the exam. It didn't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;help&lt;/span&gt; that outside kids were going &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; insane from the weather. It's as if they hadn't seen rain before. Wait, that's right we're in a drought. My bad. Be as insane as you want! It was thundering as well and when we were studying it thundered quite loudly and the lights went out. (we were in a classroom) It's a shame that it was only &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Welshy&lt;/span&gt; who turned them off because I thought we had a black out and I jumped out of the chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I've finished business and computing for good. (But that's non-op and who cares about that. Even though I get good marks in that subject) and I'm studying business next year at Uni it's still going to be really weird. Even writing that I'm going to Uni doesn't seem right. I'm so use to school! I'm quite dreading our exam block because a) we're not in the hall and b) its exams! I still remember last year at that stupid student council meeting when we decided to buy those stupid tables for exams. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Everyone&lt;/span&gt; put their hands up to vote 'yes' to get them and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Meeco&lt;/span&gt; and I were the only ones who said no.&lt;br /&gt;Student Council: "Why don't you think we should get them?"&lt;br /&gt;BB and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Meeco&lt;/span&gt;: "Well. Uh..." (I don't know about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Meeco&lt;/span&gt; but I actually just put my hand up to be difficult but lying on the spot is one of my fortes) "See, I I just don't think they will ever be used and spending $70 per table is just a waste of money. And what's the bet we'll have to set them up?"&lt;br /&gt;Student Council: "Actually the student's won't be setting them up."&lt;br /&gt;BB and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Meeco&lt;/span&gt;: "Yeah, whatever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what do you know? I've only used those tables twice! Once for exams earlier this year and the other time for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;QCS&lt;/span&gt; and look how well that turned out, my table was wobbly. (I loved how this post was about how excited I was to be finished business turned into having a rant about school.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to the point, I've got exams this week and next week is pretty much a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bludge&lt;/span&gt;. As a reminder to myself and for those who actually care this is how my next week will unfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Nothing surprisingly. Maybe my English oral but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nothings&lt;/span&gt; definite yet.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Nothing again. But maybe the English oral. We don't really know when we're going to present. Have I mentioned that it's 10 minutes long and we can only give the teacher one draft and the draft I gave her was COMPLETELY WRONG?&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Accounting exam in the morning and legal studies exam in the afternoon. I'll be wearing the lucky jewels that day and bringing a whole lot of salt to school to throw over my shoulder. I'll need all the luck I can get.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Math exam.&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Braces are coming off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's such a great way to end a stressful week. I'm quite nervous about these exams. I still don't know what to do with the accounting stuff and don't get me started on legal. I have no clue whatsoever on what we're doing. Something about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bikies&lt;/span&gt; is all I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posts will be sparse and all over the place over the next couple of days because of studying and that but I will definitely make up for it. I promise (Because I have so many &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;loyal&lt;/span&gt; readers sending me messages about how much I don't post. E.g. Bean!) If I'm going to get to 200 posts by November 20&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; I'll have to find some time to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-5735665250431829701?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/5735665250431829701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=5735665250431829701&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/5735665250431829701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/5735665250431829701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-exam-down-and-about-50-thousand-to.html' title='Finished business forever! ... Until next year.'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-2062319392877366218</id><published>2009-11-05T17:15:00.011+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:25:13.326+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Storm</title><content type='html'>I would have posted this earlier but because of a freak storm that left us in a blackout with no internet access I couldn’t post it. So imagine reading this as if I wrote it before 6:00 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now it's so windy if I saw a cat jump I'm pretty sure it would fly away. Just kidding. It's not that bad. But it is a little bit windy. This wind had reminded me of that time in grade 1 where there was this really BIG storm and it was really windy. This one girl use to live near the school so she was walking home and she had an umbrella with her. The wind was so strong that it blew her back to school. Even though it sounds funny I don't think she would have been blown back to school. It probably would have been more like it was so windy if and I weighed the same as a piece of paper I would have been blown back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the weather. Without the weather nothing would be the same. Would the sun still be hot if there was no weather? Would it be cold at night time because of the darkness if there was no weather? Sometimes I just like to preoccupy myself by thinking of things that I don't know the answer to. Or sometimes I like to think extra hard to see if I can think of a logical answer to the question I just asked myself in my head. So if you ever see me just staring either I'm bored or I'm thinking about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this post was rather uninteresting and non-informative so I'll leave it there so I can go study for my business exam tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days until braces come off: 8&lt;br /&gt;School Days left: 11&lt;br /&gt;Actual days until November 20th: 15&lt;br /&gt;Exams to go: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-2062319392877366218?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/2062319392877366218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=2062319392877366218&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/2062319392877366218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/2062319392877366218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/storm.html' title='Storm'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-3693716705519799843</id><published>2009-11-04T22:04:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:14:33.572+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paperwasp'/><title type='text'>Paper wasping</title><content type='html'>The art of paper wasping is great only if you can do it well. I can't. But I still try my best so I should get an encouragement award or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Equipment:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubber band&lt;br /&gt;Paper&lt;br /&gt;Target (the object or person not the store)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instructions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Fold the paper several times.&lt;br /&gt;2) Stretch the rubber band over your thumb and pointer finger.&lt;br /&gt;3) Place the paper into the rubber band.&lt;br /&gt;4) Aim for the target.&lt;br /&gt;5) Pull back on the rubber band with your free hand.&lt;br /&gt;6) Let go of the rubber band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tips:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say the smaller the paper wasp the better it goes. This could be true but I've worked out that the bigger the paper wasp the more it will hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Practice makes perfect. Even if that means paper wasping your teacher on the foot.&lt;br /&gt;BB: "It won't hurt. I won't even do it hard. I promise."&lt;br /&gt;Moto Moto: "Oh. Okay"&lt;br /&gt;*Paper wasps*BB: "Yes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think paper wasping Bussio in legal was the best paper wasp I have ever done! The back of the neck was the best target ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-3693716705519799843?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/3693716705519799843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=3693716705519799843&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/3693716705519799843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/3693716705519799843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/paperwasping.html' title='Paper wasping'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-1445717317719083413</id><published>2009-11-04T21:23:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:36:37.022+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trivia'/><title type='text'>Wednesday 4 November Trivia</title><content type='html'>Here's some trivia for you. It's the 308th day of the year today and this exact time last year Obama was elected as President for the United States of America. Or how about on this day in 1975 Australian chef Curtis Stone was born? And who could forget that today is also Egypt's Day of Love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that you learnt something today that could be useful from me. Oh and I guess this day also marks Welshy's birthday. Happy Birthday Welshy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-1445717317719083413?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/1445717317719083413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=1445717317719083413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/1445717317719083413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/1445717317719083413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/wednesday-4-november-trivia.html' title='Wednesday 4 November Trivia'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-6885274259058002611</id><published>2009-11-04T19:12:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T19:56:55.105+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orthodontist'/><title type='text'>9 days</title><content type='html'>I went to my orthodontist today. Nothing too spectacular happened except for the fact that I'm getting my braces off forever in just 9 whole days! So if I survive all these exams and assignments I'll have such great, nice, straight teeth. Well I hope so anyway. The countdown is on! So I missed out on my math lesson and arrived half way through English. Accounting and business were next. I wasn't really excited to be in accounting because well can you blame me? It is ACCOUNTING after all. 35 long minutes later and it's time for the best subject ever. Business. We actually have an exam on Friday so we're just doing revision but it's the talking in business that I like. Because I was so excited that I won that award last night I couldn't really hear why I won the award I heard the word 'business' and that was it! So after giving Moto Moto a pissy high five last night because I didn't know I got it because of accounting and legal as well I felt pretty bad! Oops, sorry Motes! Actually I was guilted into it thanks to Gloria. She gave me a spiel about it and I did feel a little bit bad. Not too bad though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of school was vague and uninteresting I think it was mainly because of how hot it was. I could feel the sweat coming off my body when I went and did my exercise. Riding the exercise bike in the heat sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-6885274259058002611?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/6885274259058002611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=6885274259058002611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/6885274259058002611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/6885274259058002611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/9-days.html' title='9 days'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-819653478037287989</id><published>2009-11-03T22:43:00.026+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T23:24:19.220+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awards Night'/><title type='text'>This totally beats Packed to the Rafters!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! We had the annual awards night and it was the best and I'm not even kidding. I actually got home just after 10:00 pm and its 10:45 pm while I'm writing this and even though I have an early orthodontist appointment in the morning I'd thought I'd write this while I'm still ten million times excited. Here's a rundown on what actually happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a little help from a program that I had taken home that I've actually left in the other room I'll do my best to remember the order of things. I arrived and I was suppose to be an usher but by the time I got there I decided that I didn't need to be because there were so many people inside and just like peer pressure I went inside as well. The school captains all did a little speech and it was time for the Terminators speech. A slide show was also playing at the same time and of the whole ten minutes it was playing for I saw myself TWICE. Yes, twice. I was a little bit gutted but then I realised I didn't really want to see myself or let anyone else see myself being projected on a really big screen. Terminators speech went for 18 minutes long. I applaud him for that. Talking for 18 minutes without having a drink is a real achievement. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grade 8, 9's and 10's all received their awards and we were delighted by the school concerts band performing a couple of songs. Hoping that it would be "Greensleeves" I was actually surprised they played "Tequila". Yes, they played "Tequila" it was almost as funny as when they played it at ANZAC or Remembrance Day. I can't remember which one but it was one of those two! They also played "Smoke on the Water". They finished playing the songs and it was time for the grade 11 and 12 awards. "It's almost us!" I said excitedly to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Welshy&lt;/span&gt; and Cheese. "Okay! We know!" they replied at different stages. I don't really remember anyone’s awards but I remember Tomcat's last name got confused with another boy that has the same name as him. How embarrassing. Poor Tomcat. It's time to get my award. I was so excited. "Go BB" "I'm going to the formal with her!" were things that people apparently said. I just gave the thumbs up and smiled than returned back to my seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a drama performance which was really good because it was really accurate and the band played another two songs. I'm not too sure what they're called but I like to refer to the songs as "Hitting my body makes a noise". Wow! That's talent right there. "Hey look I can play an instrument" *Whilst hitting someone over the head*. That's a joke that didn't happen. And then the surprise awards came along. I scanned through the awards on our program sheet and I knew I wouldn't get anything. So I just sat back and relaxed and clapped whenever someone got their award.&lt;br /&gt;"Now for the better business award" says our deputy principal, "this means that this person has improved the most in business".&lt;br /&gt;BB: *"Yeah, this is up Tomcat's ally (Pun intended)"* I'm thinking in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Timomatic&lt;/span&gt;: "BB, you're going to get this"&lt;br /&gt;BB: "Yeah, whatever as if."&lt;br /&gt;DP: "The award goes to BB."&lt;br /&gt;BB: "WHAT! THAT'S ME!" *Jumps up and down*&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: "BB!"&lt;br /&gt;BB: "OH MY GOD, I'M SO EXCITED. THIS TOTALLY BEATS PACKED TO THE RAFTERS!"&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: *Laughs*Teachers: "Shh."&lt;br /&gt;BB: *"It's my moment of glory!"* I think in my head again. I love talking in my head.&lt;br /&gt;I get up to the stage while I'm running and jumping up and down.&lt;br /&gt;BB: "I'M SO EXCITED!"&lt;br /&gt;DP: "As you can see, some people don't know that they are receiving awards"&lt;br /&gt;BB: "I'M SO EXCITED!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HK&lt;/span&gt; (The lady who gave me my certificate): "Congratulations!"&lt;br /&gt;BB: "I'M SO EXCITED!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HK&lt;/span&gt;: "We know! Let's get a picture."&lt;br /&gt;*Looks somewhere at a camera*&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "Congrats BB!"&lt;br /&gt;BB: "Thanks!"&lt;br /&gt;DP: "And BB gets a $100 voucher."BB: "WHAT?! OH MY GOD." *Jumps up and down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I randomly hi-5 a teacher and a couple of other students while I'm pretty sure the whole crowd was laughing at my excitement. I get back to my chair. "Wow! That's great!” Everyone kind of replies with "Yeah, we know. Congrats." The rest of the night I can't really remember because of the adrenaline I was having but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Neaky&lt;/span&gt; got some great awards and overall &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Chesse&lt;/span&gt; got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dux&lt;/span&gt;. After the awards ceremony was over I went and ran over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Moto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Moto&lt;/span&gt; and Gloria. I can't really remember what they said but they said something about 'how they knew I wouldn't get up to the stage being quiet and I'd be loud and something about grooming'. "What? Creaming." you two really are weird. "We said grooming." "Oh. I'm going see ya!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I almost forgot. School captains were announced.&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL CAPTAIN:&lt;br /&gt;Mr 'I have a last name that another 'famous' cricketer has'&lt;br /&gt;Mrs 'I.. Who are you again?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VICE CAPTAIN:&lt;br /&gt;Mr 'Environmental'&lt;br /&gt;Mrs 'I break my arm from falling over teachers'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-819653478037287989?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/819653478037287989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=819653478037287989&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/819653478037287989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/819653478037287989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-totally-beats-packed-to-rafters.html' title='This totally beats Packed to the Rafters!'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-581326807262148965</id><published>2009-11-03T17:07:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T17:17:59.059+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awards Night'/><title type='text'>Pre-Awards night</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;In just over one hour and forty minutes while I'm writing this I have to go back to school. I only left at 4:30 pm and I've got to go back. It's sad and a little pathetic but if it means getting an award I'm all for going back to school. We had the practice run through AGAIN today and this time the grade 12's actually got to go on stage. The Terminator actually told us about looking people in the eyes, not looking at the ground and shaking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; hand with enthusiasm looked better than looking at the ground and giving them a weak handshake. Wow. I learnt so much I'll definitely be using this kind of information when I grow up and I'm outside of school. Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too sure about what time the awards night is ending so this could be the last post I do for the day. If I get home relatively early I'll definitely post again and talk about how great it was. And if not I'll post it all tomorrow and if I'm feeling extra lucky I might even take the laptop tomorrow and write up a few posts and save them into Word instead of doing Literacy or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-581326807262148965?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/581326807262148965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=581326807262148965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/581326807262148965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/581326807262148965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/pre-awards-night.html' title='Pre-Awards night'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-8973205448580274558</id><published>2009-11-02T20:47:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T21:04:40.321+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awards Night'/><title type='text'>Lazy</title><content type='html'>I've been pretty lazy with posting lately I'll admit that. Nothing too exciting has actually happened that is worth blogging about. School finishes soon and I'm not really looking towards all the exams coming up in the next couple of weeks. But finishing school forever seems pretty exciting. Exciting in a scary kind of way. A good scary not a bad scary. That doesn't make sense but there IS a difference. There has to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night is the schools awards night and I'm pretty excited. Not really. I'm just excited that I'll be at school at night time. School is always better at night time than during the day. After all the awards are announced apparently there are 'special awards' that people get that they don't know about. Tomcat got one last year but he left after he got his first awards and Porky tried telling us she was embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Su67Jc4cg-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/aqMVD_s5jcY/s1600-h/Porky+the+pig..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399458774309962722" style="WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Su67Jc4cg-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/aqMVD_s5jcY/s320/Porky+the+pig..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm a little embarrassed that you actually resemble this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm hoping that one of the awards is 'Best Blogger in the school' because after all my advertising that people did for me without my knowledge I should definitely win. But I highly doubt that will happen. But you never know!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-8973205448580274558?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/8973205448580274558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=8973205448580274558&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/8973205448580274558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/8973205448580274558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/lazy.html' title='Lazy'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Su67Jc4cg-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/aqMVD_s5jcY/s72-c/Porky+the+pig..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-3190574008598121422</id><published>2009-11-01T22:39:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:45:49.194+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Happy November</title><content type='html'>Happy November' is a trending topic on Twitter and I just realised today that it's the first of November. I love November. It actually rains in November and it's almost the end of the year which means Christmas! I love Christmas. Seriously, Jesus was the best thing ever invented. I'm kidding that's horrible. But like I've said in numerous posts I just love opening up presents. The presents of course are an added bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School days left: 15&lt;br /&gt;Days until braces come off: 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-3190574008598121422?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/3190574008598121422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=3190574008598121422&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/3190574008598121422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/3190574008598121422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-november.html' title='Happy November'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-2535390904640565118</id><published>2009-10-31T16:43:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T16:49:40.420+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>Happy Halloween. Even though we don't celebrate it in Australia I'd thought I'd say it. The Halloween party is tonight and originally I was going to go as Lady Gaga but I've changed my mind to go as Amy Winehouse. I'm really freaking out because I don't think I'll be able to do the beehive hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better go and get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-2535390904640565118?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/2535390904640565118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=2535390904640565118&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/2535390904640565118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/2535390904640565118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween_31.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-79007292060150081</id><published>2009-10-30T18:44:00.014+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:19:53.709+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Business'/><title type='text'>Business = great.</title><content type='html'>Last night I decided to do my accounting homework because I thought that nothing good was on TV. But then when I got to school and people were talking about Glee I realised that I missed it! I was a little bit gutted but then I realised I could watch it online and so I just did. The episode was pretty good. I love Sue Sylvester. I love it when she's a trending topic of Twitter as well the things people say on there are the funniest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was pretty great today. Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was World Teachers' Day so teachers were generally happy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The commotion about the formal size venue. Originally we were only allowed 300 guests in total but then the organizer told us we were only allowed 250. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Realising that someone wrote my blog URL in chalk in one part of the school. It wasn't me either. I love public advertising.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had a single lesson of math instead of English. I like math more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wizards are better than vampires. That actually didn't happen at school but Harry Potter is ten million times funnier than any one of the Twilight sagas or whatever. Though I haven't really seen Twilight to judge.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We got 'free time' in computing. Which meant starting my accounting homework before going into Publisher and making business cards for the blog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Business was probably the most greatest lesson ever in all the lessons that we've ever had. I know that's a pretty big call to make but I'm certain that it was. Riney was absolutely hilarious even when she was bossing us around to make us do our work. I literally want to invent a time machine so I can relive that lesson. How sad is that?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I bought a bandana for CanTeen National Bandana Day. Mine has robots on it. If I could do the robot that's what I'd be doing at the moment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-79007292060150081?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/79007292060150081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=79007292060150081&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/79007292060150081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/79007292060150081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/business-great.html' title='Business = great.'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-1034181457434537972</id><published>2009-10-29T20:00:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T20:36:36.972+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World teachers day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accounting'/><title type='text'>World Teachers Day 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow is world teachers' day and even our principal suggested that we should get presents and make cards for our teachers. I’m not too sure how old he actually thinks we all are but the one thing I won’t be doing for my teachers is making a hate group about them on Facebook. That's pretty hurtful. If people want to read bad things about their teachers they should know that they should come onto this blog. Jeez! Just kidding. I'm not that bad. I'd never be able to do something like starting a whole group just to announce my extreme hatred to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tomorrow is seriously world teachers’ day. It's good because my two favourite teachers teach me for double lessons. Computing and business. Oh, I guess you can add legal in there as well only if I have to. I can imagine Tomcat groaning about the times where I say a teacher is my favourite teacher while another teacher is in the room. I do it on purpose as well. I still can't believe teachers have a whole day dedicated to themselves so they can brag to their friends. "You know today is world teachers day. When is it world secretary day?" Actually, on second thoughts if I was a teacher I'd be bragging about it and I'd even wrap up a few presents, put up the Christmas tree early and put them under there. Then when it's Friday 30th October I would rush out and see what presents are under the tree. Even though I would know what they would be seeing as I'd wrap them. I actually just like unwrapping things. You name it Christmas presents, lollies and ham from the deli. With the ham, I mean unwrapping it out of the paper the deli people wrap it up in so it looks like a parcel when you send it through to the checkouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny story about that once actually. (When isn't there a funny moment in my life though, seriously?) This lady came into work and she was putting her groceries onto the conveyor belt. So I was scanning her items and she had cheerio’s (the meat not the cereal). I scanned the cheerio’s and had to flip them so I'd get the barcode. While I twisted the cheerio’s one came out of the thing it was in and literally somersaulted and twirled in the air before it hit the ground. I looked at the customer but she wasn't looking and I was in fits of laughter. I'm thinking and hoping that the reason why there was a hole in the wrapper was because she got hungry and decided to eat one!Speaking of teachers we were in accounting and we were doing accounting related stuff. Obviously. Anyway there was a part in the lesson where it went exactly like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moto Moto: “So how many months is it between this month in this financial month to this month is this financial year.”&lt;br /&gt;*Dead silence*&lt;br /&gt;BB: “Um, I’m don’t really know months.”&lt;br /&gt;Moto Moto: “Yep! Good work its one month.”&lt;br /&gt;BB to Salmon: “Right. I didn’t even say one month or anything that sounded like one month.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-1034181457434537972?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/1034181457434537972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=1034181457434537972&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/1034181457434537972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/1034181457434537972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/world-teachers-day-2009.html' title='World Teachers Day 2009'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-1318835615192473496</id><published>2009-10-29T15:59:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T16:18:18.471+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aliens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UFO'/><title type='text'>Sneaky Sound System aren't the first to see a UFO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Okay, just a quick post before I go off to do some exercise. It's almost as if I want to get fit or something? Anyway today was pretty miserable and that was just the weather. I mean how fun does checking each of the Lego boxes to make sure the right amount of Lego is in it sound? Or how about sitting in Literacy trying to write up that legal studies excursion article? That's a lie. I didn't even bother trying to write that up I thought reading a book about UFO's and aliens would help conquer my fear of them. But I'm still scared of them. I really do think it's the anal probing that they 'allegedly' do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too sure if I'm going to go ride the exercise bike. As much as I want to, I think I might just do my accounting homework now so I can have the night in front of the television. Plus, it's really windy outside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'd actually like to hear some UFO encounters if anyone has had an experience with them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-1318835615192473496?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/1318835615192473496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=1318835615192473496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/1318835615192473496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/1318835615192473496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/sneaky-sound-system-arent-first-to-see.html' title='Sneaky Sound System aren&apos;t the first to see a UFO.'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2678501209294898171.post-5613944874650264209</id><published>2009-10-28T21:41:00.011+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:02:39.595+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Business'/><title type='text'>Jump then fall</title><content type='html'>I am so lazy. It's true. I haven't done any of the things I've been needing to do. Just like that English assignment I've been putting off. I really should do that. I did do my accounting homework well some of it because it made me so angry because I couldn't do it. I'll have to try again in computing if we're not doing anything. So if you’re my accounting teacher and you're reading this, which I doubt, I didn't do all the homework. I've suddenly just lost so much motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think that we have 17 school days left is really strange. After 17 days I'm finished school forever. Never going back. It's going to be really weird. I'm use to the same old routine that I've been doing for the past 12 years. I don't really like change and this is a pretty big change for me. I still can't believe that I won't see any of these people at school again. It's kind of sad but some of them aren't very normal. Just kidding. Most of them aren't very normal. I mean it in a nice way though. I'm definitely going to miss my business class! They're the funniest thing ever. Even though I say I hate that lesson so many times it's just really great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't written that to-do list yet. I'm a procrastinator if you haven’t noticed. A really bad one at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days until braces come off: 16 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2678501209294898171-5613944874650264209?l=theblackestblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/5613944874650264209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2678501209294898171&amp;postID=5613944874650264209&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/5613944874650264209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2678501209294898171/posts/default/5613944874650264209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblackestblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/jump-then-fall.html' title='Jump then fall'/><author><name>BB ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400334863523988212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL3IPzauntA/Sp-ubtMFvJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhA8VcyeY58/S220/Blog-+mupper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
