<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552</id><updated>2012-01-24T00:40:00.034-08:00</updated><category term='Dear________'/><title type='text'>May Contain Traces Of Nuts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-1357464863135833050</id><published>2009-04-23T22:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:41:54.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grumpiest Girl Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sorry about the lack of new posts. I have been a little ill latley. I've got a date with the doctors this afternoon so hopefully they'll tell me what actually wrong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that's right folks. It appears it isn't the sinus infection from hell. They think it could be my brain making me feel sick for some silly reason or another. either way, I've had a scan and will hopefully got myself some drugs that actually work and don't make me the grumpiest girl alive. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had work experience a couple of weeks ago at a radio station. It was awesome. I came away from it with a couple of good Cds and a strong desire to work in the music industry. Stuff what the job matrix says, i'd rather be happy and broke than rich and miserable.  Coz, you know, money can't buy happiness. But it then again it can buy music, which let's face it, is basically the same thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, can anyone reccomend some bands that aren't okkervil river. I love them but I've listened to them non-stop for the last 6 weeks. And I only have two of their albums thanks to my local CD store's general incompetance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, I have a music blog. It's rather crappy, but it's a good distraction from feeling miserable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a title="Electric Skeleton" mce_href="http://www.electricskeleton.blogspot.com" href="http://www.electricskeleton.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.electricskeleton.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-1357464863135833050?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/1357464863135833050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=1357464863135833050' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/1357464863135833050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/1357464863135833050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/2009/04/grumpiest-girl-alive.html' title='The Grumpiest Girl Alive'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-2102323852980402271</id><published>2008-08-13T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:08:17.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>I have a new blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slightlymental.wordpress.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.slightlymental.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me know what you think&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-2102323852980402271?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/2102323852980402271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=2102323852980402271' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/2102323852980402271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/2102323852980402271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-2230789147023559588</id><published>2008-08-10T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T02:28:17.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;         &lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;Hi, my name is:&lt;br /&gt;Lauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can call me:&lt;br /&gt;Lauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school is:&lt;br /&gt;a hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last song I heard was:&lt;br /&gt;Salty Eyes- The Matches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is:&lt;br /&gt;messy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 4:&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be a princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve met a celebrity called:&lt;br /&gt;I haven't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother:&lt;br /&gt;is a good cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;involved a turd and an overflowing toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m annoyed at this person because:&lt;br /&gt;they burn all their friends just for "popularity"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last movie I watched was:&lt;br /&gt;Get Smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look down I see:&lt;br /&gt;the keyboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I currently want my:&lt;br /&gt;homework to do itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should be:&lt;br /&gt;doing homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People annoy me who:&lt;br /&gt;complain about everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiest recent event was:&lt;br /&gt;going to julian's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a character on ‘Friends’:&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be on friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best news I’ve gotten recently:&lt;br /&gt;That I might be moving schools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate:&lt;br /&gt;friends &amp;amp; family and Julian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a hard time understanding:&lt;br /&gt;algebra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My top friends:&lt;br /&gt;are mostly bands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared of:&lt;br /&gt;heights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to buy:&lt;br /&gt;CDs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when:&lt;br /&gt;im with julian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last person I spoke to on the phone was:&lt;br /&gt;a telemarketer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last person I spoke to on msn was:&lt;br /&gt;Julian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People that are currently in my house:&lt;br /&gt;my family and cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you plan to visit next:&lt;br /&gt;Thailand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you spent the night at my house:&lt;br /&gt;We'd watch bad movies and talk about CDs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’d look at my bed:&lt;br /&gt;you'd see my doona. i love my doona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing you could do without::&lt;br /&gt;download limits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most recent thing I’ve bought myself:&lt;br /&gt;a powderfinger Cd($3) and an astroboy watch($5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most recent thing someone else bought me:&lt;br /&gt;a croissant for lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My middle name is:&lt;br /&gt;Liana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning i'm:&lt;br /&gt;extremely drowsy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s this guy I know who:&lt;br /&gt;does magic tricks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am..&lt;br /&gt;doing homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I am:&lt;br /&gt;going to do all my homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is:&lt;br /&gt;June 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this from:&lt;br /&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-2230789147023559588?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/2230789147023559588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=2230789147023559588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/2230789147023559588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/2230789147023559588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/2008/08/stupid-quiz.html' title='Stupid quiz'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-5642281209637383861</id><published>2008-08-05T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T05:04:29.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Radioland...</title><content type='html'>How good is Asian pop?&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to Asian pop night on SYN and forgot how good it was.&lt;br /&gt;Sure it all sounds the same and I can't understand it but it's so good!&lt;br /&gt;I really am quite sad, aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had a dream I was at Dixon's and saw a $3 Long Blondes CD I wanted to buy. But because it's a dream my bag was at the local cinema.&lt;br /&gt;So of course, today all I wanted to do was buy CDs.&lt;br /&gt;But there was the small problem of school. And orchestra.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me started on orchestra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm not making any sense at all so I'm going to go to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-5642281209637383861?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/5642281209637383861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=5642281209637383861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/5642281209637383861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/5642281209637383861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/2008/08/radioland.html' title='Radioland...'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-8789283226171931195</id><published>2008-08-04T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T01:50:34.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Wikipedia</title><content type='html'>The only thing I love more than strange diseases is strange deaths.&lt;br /&gt;There's something so terribly gruesome about them and just like with car crashes, I always want to know more.&lt;br /&gt;So I was very happy when I came across&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_unusual_deaths"&gt; this list &lt;/a&gt;on wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if it's unreliable, I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found &lt;a href="http://http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Midgley%2C_Jr."&gt;another article  I like&lt;/a&gt;. When I grow up I want to be just like him :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-8789283226171931195?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/8789283226171931195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=8789283226171931195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/8789283226171931195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/8789283226171931195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-wikipedia.html' title='I Love Wikipedia'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-5628447198324591701</id><published>2008-07-27T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T02:47:29.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>music camp</title><content type='html'>I'm going band camp.&lt;br /&gt;And no, there shall be no flutes involved.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really want to go for a couple of reasons.  I know i'll be fine once i'm there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a start it's too bloody cold to go to the country. I want to spend the next few days with my doona, Doctor Phil and Julian. I'll even let the heater come too.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I don't like my conductor. I know there's not a lot of people I do like, but I don't like playing in my orchestra anymore.  And I'm not allowed to quit either, in case I move schools.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll miss Julian. I think i'm becoming one of those sad clingy girlfriends. Next I'll be relating everything to him. "oh cool, a song about murder. It reminds me of Julian, how sweet."&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i don't think i'm that bad. Well I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you all when I get back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-5628447198324591701?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/5628447198324591701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=5628447198324591701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/5628447198324591701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/5628447198324591701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/2008/07/music-camp.html' title='music camp'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-461993227881039607</id><published>2008-07-23T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T05:15:17.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet colour quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--ColorQuiz.com code--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="3" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colorquiz.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="ColorQuiz.com" src="http://www.colorquiz.com/images/colorquizlogosmall2.gif" width="120" height="32" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;I took the free ColorQuiz.com personality test!&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Has an imperative need for some bond or fusion wit..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colorquiz.com/cgi-bin/results.cgi?do=print_blog&amp;amp;picked1=5,7,3,1,4,2,6,0,5&amp;amp;picked2=5,7,3,4,1,2,0,6,5&amp;amp;sex=f&amp;amp;blog_name=I"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; 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Although everyone knows that guidelines are made to be broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) If I like it, I'll buy it. Because musicians need to eat too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Don't download entire albums, unless the band really sucks. Because otherwise it's just mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Always buy stuff from unsigned/relatively unpopular bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided I need to find some more bands to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;Something that sounds new and exciting and preferably on the poppy side.&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if you think there is anything I should be listening to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-4549575685683333008?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/4549575685683333008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=4549575685683333008' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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technology is stuck in the 80's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of technology, my CD collection is now at 164 CDs.&lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping Dixons in business.&lt;br /&gt;I've also decided to give up downloading for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Because it's less exciting than buying CDs and more illegal.&lt;br /&gt;And my new CD shelf needs filling up.&lt;br /&gt;Let's face it, i don't buy clothes or make-up so i need something to waste cash on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been phoning people a lot more instead of msn.&lt;br /&gt;Blame Julian.&lt;br /&gt;He's been sick all week, not that it's his fault.&lt;br /&gt;Last time we were on the phone I got a blood nose.&lt;br /&gt;Not pretty.&lt;br /&gt;I was running around my room swearing until i got to the tissues.&lt;br /&gt;It made my room look like it was from CSI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-9107833138770461197?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/9107833138770461197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=9107833138770461197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/9107833138770461197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/9107833138770461197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/2008/07/tertris.html' title='Tertris!!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-4159197952693070511</id><published>2008-06-27T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T19:37:08.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my nose has a headache</title><content type='html'>i had a sinus operation on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;now it feels like my nose has a headache.&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe people go through surgury just to look good.&lt;br /&gt;i think it's bad enough when you actually need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll tell you all the gorey details later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also very disappointed i don't have black eyes...&lt;br /&gt;my nose has swelled up to twice it's size though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-4159197952693070511?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-2580023526490737072</id><published>2008-06-24T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T03:52:23.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need butterfly repellant</title><content type='html'>It seems that hell has frozen over and I have a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;His name is Julian and he's really, really nice.&lt;br /&gt;And he does magic tricks and likes Daria.&lt;br /&gt;And he listens to Little Red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on a first date today.&lt;br /&gt;Which will be the last for quite some time because I'm having an operation tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Which is good because it'll mean no more sinus infections but bad because I'll be feeling quite shite for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not be on for some quite time but I will take plenty of black-eye swelling photos for your viewing pleasure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-2580023526490737072?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/2580023526490737072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=2580023526490737072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/2580023526490737072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/2580023526490737072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/2008/06/update_24.html' title='I need butterfly repellant'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-4336159749992086006</id><published>2008-06-22T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T05:26:38.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want what he's on....</title><content type='html'>Remember when Daniel Johns was a greasy haired fifteen year old playing Nirvana covers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I don't. I was 3 at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought silverchair were a lot cooler before they became the Daniel Johns and Paul Mac show. Oh, and before the drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found a video of him accepting his APRA award. I think he was obviously high on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;VideoID=36400279"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;VideoID=36400279&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-4336159749992086006?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/4336159749992086006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=4336159749992086006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/4336159749992086006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/4336159749992086006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-want-what-hes-on.html' title='I want what he&apos;s on....'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-7722575866940093567</id><published>2008-06-16T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T04:01:14.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The birthday party...and other things that make you quesy</title><content type='html'>Can someone please tell the automatic updates ting on my computer to piss off?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to restart, I don't care how nicely it asks.&lt;br /&gt;I want to keep it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty average. I really wanna run away and join the circus so I don't have to go to school. Unfortunately I'm scared of heights. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of being bored. It drives me nuts. I wrote the words bored about 200 times in my student diary during genetics. I was so bored it was almost amusing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my party on Friday. We went to darkzone and shot lasers at eachother. I came second one game and fourth the other. Julian kept winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to my place and watched a movie while two of my friends who are going out made out on the couch. Not a pretty sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I need to play double bass. I really can't be bothered though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-7722575866940093567?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/7722575866940093567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=7722575866940093567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/7722575866940093567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/7722575866940093567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/2008/06/birthday-partyand-other-things-that.html' title='The birthday party...and other things that make you quesy'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-2492136425429422296</id><published>2008-06-14T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T00:46:40.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love technology....it tastes nice</title><content type='html'>Once again technology is driving me insane.&lt;br /&gt;Not because anything has broken(thank god. My discman, walkman and old mp3 player all decided to die on me this year) but simply because it's all so damn complicated and self-inflicted, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a memory card for my MP3 player so i could store videos on there. Big mistake. Now I need to convert all my videos which takes forever. Boring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we're on the topic of technology, has anyone found any good $2 shops in melbourne where you can buy tetris?&lt;br /&gt;I've looked everywhere(well, not exactly everywhere) and can't find any. I did buy one from Arthur Daily's warehouse in the city but the screen doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school tomorrow. I need it like a hole in the head. Can anyone suggest some good schools in Melbourne? If i can't get into my first choice my parents want me to go to the private school from hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-2492136425429422296?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/2492136425429422296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=2492136425429422296' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/2492136425429422296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/2492136425429422296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-love-technologyit-tastes-nice.html' title='I love technology....it tastes nice'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-3203011629300947097</id><published>2008-06-10T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T04:17:05.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>quite a bit has happened this weekend and a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my birthday tomorrow. I'm not really all that excited. I've just had so much on i've hardly thought about it. In fact it was only at 10pm last night that it actually clicked. Sweet sixteen and not pregnant. Quite an achievement, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I tried out for the school of my dreams. A government school for smart chicks. The exam went for three hours. By the end of it i could hardly think. At least they have comfy exam chairs there. Oh, and it doesn't smell like adolescent boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my next point. Exams. I actually liked doing exams. They gave me something to do, which doesn't happen often. Unfortunately the heating was blowing in my direction and thanks to the Neanderthal in front of me, all I could smell during my oppressors exam was lynx and body odor. yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won tickets to a Living End gig on Saturday. It was great fun. Even if the laneway it was held in did smell like drain. The only thing that bugged me were the people who spent the whole time playing with their phones. why would you even bother turning up to a gig in the first place? And mobile phones take horrible pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to hang out with all the arty folks on Sunday. I had to do a double bass performance. Arty people give their kids terrible names. like Moss. If you're going to name your kid after a plant, at least make it a pretty one. Who wants to be named after the ugly green stuff that grows on bark. I might as well call my kid Compost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to meet Lady Penelope yesterday. Grandpa's new girl. They're made for each other. Which is a nice way of saying she hasn't got a mind of her own. they've been together two months and suddenly everything's turned into "our house" and "our friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a teenager always a teenager...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-3203011629300947097?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/3203011629300947097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=3203011629300947097' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/3203011629300947097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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take a friend&lt;br /&gt;mum: who are you gonna take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think she's more excited than i am...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-5009723376080408263?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/5009723376080408263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=5009723376080408263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/5009723376080408263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/5009723376080408263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-just-had-strangest-conversation-with.html' title='i just had the strangest conversation with my mum'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-1589956372039194764</id><published>2008-06-02T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T01:11:23.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>guess the song!</title><content type='html'>Step 1: Put your MP3 player or whatever on random.&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Post the first line from the first 30 songs that play, not matter how embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;Step 4: Bold out the songs when someone guesses both artist and track correctly.&lt;br /&gt;Step 5: Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I woke up this morning with a bad hangover and my penis was missing again&lt;br /&gt;2) don't you ever. don't you ever. stop being dandy showing me you're handsome.&lt;br /&gt;3)read about the things that happened throughout the world.&lt;br /&gt;4) The daily commerce and the sadness, the things we rehearsed ain't the same.&lt;br /&gt;5) were you left out by your friends and were you lost for words when everybody finally told you what they thought.&lt;br /&gt;6) I'm not one to make a statement, I'm anything but blatant of life I'm but a quiet member.&lt;br /&gt;7) Give it up for the new year, like there's a 1000 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;8)Julie is a junkie, well i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;9)I met her at the beat club, we danced away the night&lt;br /&gt;10) I've got a cupboard with cans of food filtered water and pictures of you and i'm not coming out until this is all over.&lt;br /&gt;11) one day at a time one way it's a crime, someday maybe another day.&lt;br /&gt;12) Riders on the storm, riders on the storm.&lt;br /&gt;13) wake up in my comfortable house in Melbourne, fix myself a drink&lt;br /&gt;14) what is that mysterious ticking noise&lt;br /&gt;15) 1,2,3 take my hand and come with me because you look so fine and i really wanna make you mine&lt;br /&gt;16) We'll roll on with our heads held high&lt;br /&gt;17) Don't listen to the radio.&lt;br /&gt;18) That's how it starts, we go back to your house.&lt;br /&gt;19) There was a man that knew too much&lt;br /&gt;20) Did you catch her in the window&lt;br /&gt;21) In the early morning when you wake each other up, coughing like you might not make the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;22) Rather sleep than eat, rather sink than think&lt;br /&gt;23) At first i was afraid i was petrified&lt;br /&gt;24) Live on the outside, I'll help you through your pain if you help me through mine.&lt;br /&gt;25) I love you from the heart of my bottom, i love you from the bottom of my soul&lt;br /&gt;26) A letter to you on a cassette coz we don't write anymore&lt;br /&gt;27) Rock and roll erased my memory, i once had a book of many&lt;br /&gt;28)Sunshine on my window makes me happy like i should be&lt;br /&gt;29)I take myself from the bottom shelf and i reel my troubles in&lt;br /&gt;30) Come on baby i know what you want now, come on baby i know what you need now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-1589956372039194764?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/1589956372039194764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=1589956372039194764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;even if it means I'll have tampons shoved up my nose for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's exam and homework season so i might not right anything for a while(not that anyone actually cares).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-5254112846392169241?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/5254112846392169241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=5254112846392169241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/5254112846392169241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Something with numbers and Get Ready by Little Red.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really liking the little red one.&lt;br /&gt;60's inspired pop.&lt;br /&gt;what's not to like?&lt;br /&gt;i'll write some reviews when i feel less like slashing my wrists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also continued my quest for the perfect school.&lt;br /&gt;i went on a school tour of a girl's school.&lt;br /&gt;it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately they didn't offer all the subjects i want to do.&lt;br /&gt;it seems strange having to pay 5,000 a term just to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;is it just me, or do most all girls principals/teachers seem to be man-haters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll love this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was room/department call "individual differences"&lt;br /&gt;Hooray for doublespeak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i was going to memorize my thing for english.&lt;br /&gt;i started. but ended up wanting to slash my wrists.&lt;br /&gt;i hope she dies slowly and painfully.&lt;div 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kid'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-1556761441463695255</id><published>2008-05-22T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T03:24:57.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 20</title><content type='html'>here are the twenty most played songs on my mp3 player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brave exhibitions- the boys next door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comes as no suprise- sunnyboys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i miss you- foo fighters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you need-sunnyboys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not satisfied- sunnyboys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty girls make graves-the smiths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fear of falling-maximo park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have friends in holy spaces-panic at the disco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not like everybody else-jimmy and the boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kill the director-the wombats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minor byrd-you am i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shiver-the boys next door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they won't let my girlfriend talk to me-jimmy and the boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thrill-sunnyboys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coconut skins-damien rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new romantic-laura marling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roman roman-the boys next door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mehthinks i listen to the sunnyboys too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-1556761441463695255?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/1556761441463695255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=1556761441463695255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/1556761441463695255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/1556761441463695255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/2008/05/top-20.html' title='Top 20'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-4426589717932195411</id><published>2008-05-19T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T04:29:20.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dear_____</title><content type='html'>Dear homework,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear pubescent boys that attend my school,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you pride yourselves on having the worst BO in the state, but could you please use deodorant of some sort. you smell funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for guys who use to much lynx: the ozone layer needs your help. i don't want to choke on the smell of bad deodorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear my english teacher,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please retire. &lt;br /&gt;you should be at home knitting or cat hoarding or doing whatever it is eople your age  do. that doesn't include teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lauren&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-4426589717932195411?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/4426589717932195411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=4426589717932195411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/4426589717932195411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/4426589717932195411'/><link rel='alternate' 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toes'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-4259774071489659840</id><published>2008-05-16T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T01:44:25.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>freebies are fun</title><content type='html'>I am a tightarse.&lt;br /&gt;If i can get anything cheap or free i will.&lt;br /&gt;So, at today's career expo i decided to get as much free shit as a i could.&lt;br /&gt;stuff the careers.&lt;br /&gt;it seems the whole purpose of the exersie was to get us to join the army. or navy. or government.&lt;br /&gt;so instead i focused on the free stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coles had the best free stuff. they gave you a block of chocolate. although the lady seemed kind of schocked  when i told her i'd never consider a career in coles for the rest of my life. i wanna be a dolebludger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also got a lot of pens. real creative guys. i'll be writing an essay. and bam. it'll come to me: a career in the navy. just what i need. that said. i'll never need to buy a black pen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was also disturbed to see how many companies were trying to lure us with lollypops. especially since most of them were too tight to buy good lollypops. that said, sugar is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BP should get a mention for the free coffee. it was pretty shit. but it was hot and contained caffine. and cafine is also good(especially with 3 sugars).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-4259774071489659840?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-6266838833077061736</id><published>2008-05-13T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T04:48:55.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CD Reveiw</title><content type='html'>I know you're as excited as i am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War On Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Angelas Dish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to like this album. And while it isn't terrible, it certainly isn't anything to write home about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some of Angelas Dish's earlier stuff and absolutely loved it. Sure, it's pop-punk fluff that most fourteen year olds drool over(i know i did) but it wasn't too whiney and the songs didn't sound the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can imagine my disappointment when i heard War On Time. I was expecting the band's sound to have matured since 2006 or for an album of fantasic pop-punk like the single &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Soft November&lt;/span&gt;. Instead all the songs sounded the same with only a few highlights. If this album came out a couple of years ago Angelas Dish would have been the next big things. Unfortunately there are plenty of other artists doing the same thing even better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-6266838833077061736?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/6266838833077061736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=6266838833077061736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/6266838833077061736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/6266838833077061736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/2008/05/cd-reveiw.html' title='CD Reveiw'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-502361373473707911</id><published>2008-05-06T03:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T03:58:47.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lolcat</title><content type='html'>my cat just vomited in my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;at least i know he loves me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-502361373473707911?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/502361373473707911/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-6963045794075393126</id><published>2008-05-05T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T22:56:21.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not my fault it's addictive...</title><content type='html'>today while i was sick(again...) i borrowed my sister's NCIS dvds.&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i usually hate those crime type shows but for some reasons, possibly sinus brain, i really enjoyed it. after a while i had a huge urge to go out and do forensic testing on dead bodies.&lt;br /&gt;but i decided to stay on the couch instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i also decided that i wasn't going to download any more music.&lt;br /&gt;i know what you're thinking.  the demazin has gone to my head. but i've decided that CDs are more fun and any music i acquire, legal or otherwise will be in the form of CDs or tapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still looking at schools. i know of one that i haven't been to yet, but if i like it and mcrobs doesn't work out, they'll be more than happy to have me.&lt;br /&gt;nerd appreciation!&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-6963045794075393126?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/6963045794075393126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=6963045794075393126' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/6963045794075393126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/6963045794075393126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-not-my-fault-its-addictive.html' title='it&apos;s not my fault it&apos;s addictive...'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-1310677531565538390</id><published>2008-05-04T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T19:20:53.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick!!!</title><content type='html'>sick again..&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm becoming demazin dependent&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-1310677531565538390?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/1310677531565538390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=1310677531565538390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/1310677531565538390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/1310677531565538390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/2008/05/sick.html' title='sick!!!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-1174528376245831540</id><published>2008-04-30T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T04:18:21.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah but no</title><content type='html'>My dreams of becoming a crazy old cat lady could be shattered.&lt;br /&gt;Noooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;actually. it's not that bad. i shall explain before you all start thinking I'm insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as most of you know, my sinuses hate me.&lt;br /&gt;so after getting sinus headaches and infections every other week we decided to go to an ENT doctor(although their title is mr. why would you go through so much uni only to be called mr?).&lt;br /&gt;i had a CT scan and a blood test done a few weeks ago and today i got the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the blood test the severity of the allergies is out of six:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;animals(cats:-(, dogs, horses): 2/6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grass(of the lawn variety): 2/6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dust mites: 4/6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was kinda hoping i could use a grass allergy to get out of PE.&lt;br /&gt;it makes a much better excuse than period pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the scans basically showed that my sinus holes are too small. my left sinuses are tighter then my right and i have a deviated septum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means i need an operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which i'm shit-scared about. although i'll probably find it all very exciting on the day. i like experiencing things i see on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also went to a McRobs school tour today.&lt;br /&gt;i really, really, really want to go.&lt;br /&gt;so much in fact i'll give up mi-sex and chocolate to go there.&lt;br /&gt;hell, i'll even refrain from listening to the sunnyboys for a year if that gave me a place.&lt;br /&gt;i'm that desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, even if i do get in i'll still spend the rest of this year where i am.&lt;br /&gt;i'm contemplating moving English classes.&lt;br /&gt;fuck em.&lt;br /&gt;i don't care if it causes a stir. in fact, i'm hoping it will.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick of being bored in English.&lt;br /&gt;i'm even more sick of teachers realising this but neglecting to do anyhting about it.&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE CALLED A TEACHER. YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO TEACH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that felt better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's some devo for you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rxH39QlRuhg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rxH39QlRuhg&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-1174528376245831540?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/1174528376245831540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-3239278078878094259</id><published>2008-04-28T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T05:14:10.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bloody hell</title><content type='html'>i'm so sick of being bored.&lt;br /&gt;especially in English.&lt;br /&gt;for a school that goes on about having successful students and fantastic learning opportunities, they certainly employ some shit house teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i've been given 93 questions by she-who-cannot-teach. and they're due tomorrow. and they're those annoying questions that all mean the same thing but are worded differently.&lt;br /&gt;does she realize we actually have lives outside of her class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, i'm trying out for McRobs.&lt;br /&gt;will i get in?&lt;br /&gt;probably not. but there's a slight glimmer of hope i won't spend the rest of my school at the shithole i'm in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cats that look like hitler!&lt;br /&gt;god i love the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.catsthatlooklikehitler.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-3239278078878094259?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/3239278078878094259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=3239278078878094259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/3239278078878094259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/3239278078878094259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/2008/04/bloody-hell.html' title='bloody hell'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-3177088619346007335</id><published>2008-04-27T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T01:30:44.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;1 Song that is currently stuck in your head:&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be fine by the sunnyboys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Last song you caught yourself singing or humming:&lt;br /&gt;see above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Last song you listened to/are listening to now:&lt;br /&gt;mi-sex- computer games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Last song you downloaded:&lt;br /&gt;the sports-how come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Last album you purchased/downloaded:&lt;br /&gt;it's not an album, but i bought a suits ep for 99 cents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Favorite song at the moment:&lt;br /&gt;umm...&lt;br /&gt;i don't really have one.&lt;br /&gt;something by the boys next door or sunnyboys most likley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Favorite song of all time:&lt;br /&gt;hot potato by the wiggles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Favorite album of all time:&lt;br /&gt;the living end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Favorite artist/band:&lt;br /&gt;the living end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Who do you think is the best singer?:&lt;br /&gt;i dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 Best lyricist?:&lt;br /&gt;the guys from scremo bands.&lt;br /&gt;nothing is as poetic as:&lt;br /&gt;rwarr raa rwaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Favorite artist/band to hear live:&lt;br /&gt;the living end&lt;br /&gt;gyroscope&lt;br /&gt;the rhetorics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 Favorite line from a song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;compu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-puter games!&lt;br /&gt;closely followed by:&lt;br /&gt;I've been contemplating suicide, but it really doesn't suit my style. so i think i'll just act bored instead and contain the blood i couldn't shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 Favorite music genre:&lt;br /&gt;alternative, punk, indie, acoustic, pop i dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 Least favorite genre:&lt;br /&gt;screamo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 Your favorite artist/band growing up:&lt;br /&gt;the wiggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 Your favorite song growing up:&lt;br /&gt;big red car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 Favorite song(s) to sing to:&lt;br /&gt;anything by the wiggles.&lt;br /&gt;they're gods.&lt;br /&gt;anything with a good melody really.&lt;br /&gt;you could write a song about rooting puppies and if it has a nice meody, i would probably enjoy singing along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 Favorite instrument to listen to:&lt;br /&gt;double bass!&lt;br /&gt;guitar and drums are nice too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 Favorite music video:&lt;br /&gt;mi-sex- computer games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 Song you know ALL the lyrics to:&lt;br /&gt;the boys next door-shivers&lt;br /&gt;good song top mope to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 Do you sing in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;nope. my brain is usually still asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 Do you sing in the car?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 Ever sung in public?&lt;br /&gt;at concerts or occasionally with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 Ever written a song?&lt;br /&gt;stories and bad teenage poetry.&lt;br /&gt;but no songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 Oldest song you like:&lt;br /&gt;boys next door.&lt;br /&gt;(1979)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 Newest song you like:&lt;br /&gt;ummm..&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to say really.&lt;br /&gt;how can you tell what songs are newest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 Song that makes you sleepy:&lt;br /&gt;pete murray.&lt;br /&gt;that man could send the biggest insomniacs into comas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 Song that makes you cry:&lt;br /&gt;i usually find sad songs quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;it's not my fault i had a billiard ball bounced off my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 Song that makes you sad:&lt;br /&gt;see above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 Song that makes you happy:&lt;br /&gt;i find the smiths really funny.&lt;br /&gt;otherwise anything poppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 Song that makes you think of love:&lt;br /&gt;love song dedications.&lt;br /&gt;now THAT is quality radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33 Song that reminds you of being a child:&lt;br /&gt;the wiggles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34 Song that reminds you of high-school:&lt;br /&gt;i'm still there :-(&lt;br /&gt;probably the groundfloor.&lt;br /&gt;i was obsessed with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35 Song that reminds you of college:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36 First song or artist you ever remember hearing:&lt;br /&gt;wiggles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37 Think back about 10 years, what would have been in your CD player?&lt;br /&gt;spice girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38 What's in your CD player (or ipod) now?&lt;br /&gt;sunnyboys, the living end and gyroscope.&lt;br /&gt;hooray for multiplay audio systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39 Favorite song of the 70's or earlier:&lt;br /&gt;the boys next door-shivers&lt;br /&gt;ELVIS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 Favorite song of the 80's:&lt;br /&gt;anything by the sunnyboys.&lt;br /&gt;or computer games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41 Favorite song of the 90's:&lt;br /&gt;umm...&lt;br /&gt;wannabe by the spice girls&lt;br /&gt;prisoner of society by the living end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42 Favorite song of the 2000's:&lt;br /&gt;umm...have you noticed that i've been raiding my mum's CD collection latley.&lt;br /&gt;i like a lot but i don't really have a favourite as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43 Favorite song of this year:&lt;br /&gt;the radio has really been pissing me off so i haven't listened.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;the rhetorics have a cool song about myspace.&lt;br /&gt;that'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44 Do you like any of the same music as your parents?&lt;br /&gt;yep.&lt;br /&gt;heaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45 What do you think of "oldies"?&lt;br /&gt;define oldies.&lt;br /&gt;but generally, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46 Do you like the same kinds of music as your friends?&lt;br /&gt;not all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47 Name a song that everyone seems to love that you just don't like:&lt;br /&gt;every fucking whiney top 40 diva's new song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48 Is there any artist/band you HATE?&lt;br /&gt;where do i start!&lt;br /&gt;simple plan.&lt;br /&gt;they make me envy the deaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49 Current artist/band you're digging?&lt;br /&gt;gyroscope&lt;br /&gt;the living end&lt;br /&gt;sunnyboys&lt;br /&gt;boys next door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 Artist/band from the past you're currently adoring?&lt;br /&gt;this is making me feel really uncool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51 What do you think of the current state of music?&lt;br /&gt;why do you think half the stuff i'm listening to is old?&lt;br /&gt;there is plenty of good stuff, it just doesn't receive the attention it deserves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52 Do you watch music award shows?&lt;br /&gt;no they bore me shitless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53 What do you think of MTV?&lt;br /&gt;don't have it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54 Your top 5 music styles/genres:&lt;br /&gt;alternative, rock, punk, indie,acoustic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55 Lastly, if you were to be stranded on an island by yourself, name 5 songs you MUST have with you:&lt;br /&gt;shivers&lt;br /&gt;god save the queen&lt;br /&gt;prisoner of society&lt;br /&gt;in the city&lt;br /&gt;happy man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-3177088619346007335?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/3177088619346007335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=3177088619346007335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/3177088619346007335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/3177088619346007335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/2008/04/1-song-that-is-currently-stuck-in-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-5390018925042655941</id><published>2008-04-22T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T04:19:06.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Normal</title><content type='html'>Lately I've liked school even less than i usually do. which isn't very much.&lt;br /&gt;it's not the work I'm having issues with.&lt;br /&gt;In all honesty, I'm finding it either too easy, pointless or boring.&lt;br /&gt;and i want to shoot my English student teacher.&lt;br /&gt;The thing I'm struggling most with is the social bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, i don't hate everybody. In fact, even some of the populars are quite nice and this is coming from a girl who hangs out with the nerds.&lt;br /&gt;the thing i have the most problem with is people and their shitty little insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;you know the type.&lt;br /&gt;they can usually be found flirting with all the guys and wearing minimal clothes to make themselves feel wanted. they also happen to have a habit of putting others down to make themselves feel better.&lt;br /&gt;this really pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unpopularity is not contagious. you will not catch nerd germs. and a love of sci-fi does not come from hanging around Dr Who nerds.&lt;br /&gt;what annoys me is the way populars, or people who wish they were, completely ignore people they don't consider "cool" enough.&lt;br /&gt;i have friends who won't talk to me now because I'm not cool enough or hang around people who are a little on the geeky/nerdy side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's sad that they feel so insecure they can't bring themselves to talk to anyone who doesn't fit into their shallow view of what's normal or cool.&lt;br /&gt;one day us nerds and weirdos will have the last laugh.&lt;br /&gt;do honestly thik Bill Gates was popular in high school?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-5390018925042655941?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/5390018925042655941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=5390018925042655941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/5390018925042655941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/5390018925042655941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-normal.html' title='The New Normal'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-52822857807292545</id><published>2008-04-16T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T00:40:29.420-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear________'/><title type='text'>Dear____________</title><content type='html'>Dear mad scientists of the world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you please invent a stupid pill and send it too me.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to be a complete idiot. i just want to be dumbed down enough for me to willingly wear large amounts of fake tan and open my legs.&lt;br /&gt;thanks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lauren&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-52822857807292545?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/52822857807292545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=52822857807292545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/52822857807292545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/52822857807292545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/2008/04/dear_16.html' title='Dear____________'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-6274789123110425648</id><published>2008-04-15T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T01:35:25.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how to amuse yourself on the internet</title><content type='html'>you all know the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;so much random shit on the internet, not enough motivation to look it all up. so to solve all your cyberland related woes here is a list of fun stuff to do when your bored and next to a computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.archive.org/web/20010604095612/www.furnitureporn.com/furnporn1.html"&gt;Furniture Porn&lt;/a&gt;- some sick bastard obviously had too much time on their hands and created this website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/"&gt;Myspace-&lt;/a&gt; one of the few places you can be friends with strangers and the guy who beat you up in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://humor.about.com/gi/dynamic/offsite.htm?zi=1/XJ&amp;amp;sdn=humor&amp;amp;cdn=entertainment&amp;amp;tm=29&amp;amp;f=00&amp;amp;su=p504.1.336.ip_&amp;amp;tt=11&amp;amp;bt=0&amp;amp;bts=1&amp;amp;zu=http%3A//www.improb.com/ig/ig-pastwinners.html"&gt;Ig Nobel Prize&lt;/a&gt;- what do you think would happen if we dropped a gay bomb in saint kilda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://humor.about.com/gi/dynamic/offsite.htm?zi=1/XJ&amp;amp;sdn=humor&amp;amp;cdn=entertainment&amp;amp;tm=256&amp;amp;f=00&amp;amp;su=p504.1.336.ip_&amp;amp;tt=11&amp;amp;bt=0&amp;amp;bts=1&amp;amp;zu=http%3A//bertc.com/sniglets.htm"&gt;Sniglets&lt;/a&gt;-Words that should be in the dictionary but aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.youtube.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youtube&lt;/a&gt;-a vaulable resource for bad 80's music and bad home videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.papertoilet.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What has more brains than Kurt Cobain? &lt;br /&gt;A: The wall behind him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-6274789123110425648?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/6274789123110425648/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-7897320136726468822</id><published>2008-04-12T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T23:28:11.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take this job and shove it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I hate my job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;in fact, in the last two weeks i've been considering quitting and working for the minimum wage somewhere where there is actually work to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i reckon i'd fit in well at JB HI-FI. all the staff are unfriendly. i think it could work out well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Leaving my job however, would make things incredibly awkward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;it's my dad's business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;even telling him i think my job is crap results in him going "what do you mean it's crap? you get paid"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;whoop-de-do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;there are actually other jobs where you get paid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;isn't it amazing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;my job isn't even a real job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i'm working because the person they hired is incompetent and my dad hasn't got the guts to fire her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;she sits on her fat arse doing fuck all and gets paid twice as much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the minute there is actually work to do she complains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;fucking hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so every Saturday i do the jobs she should be doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;unfortunately Saturdays are really boring so i end up spend 40 minutes walking around waiting for something to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;what's worse is she doesn't have a clue about what she's doing. she ends up ringing up all the other reception staff to find out how to the something as simple as print receipts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;then she sits there on the phone to her friends chatting away while people are waiting at the desk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;She also has no concept of temperature. it'll be a bit cold so she'll have the heater on full-blast, converting the waiting room into a sauna, but she'll never turn the air-con on when it's hot. instead she takes off her work shirt and sits in a singlet. she's 70. not pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;my dad is all "you'll take over her job soon, hang in there"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;he's been saying that for the last 6 months...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-7897320136726468822?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/7897320136726468822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=7897320136726468822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/7897320136726468822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/7897320136726468822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/2008/04/take-this-job-and-shove-it.html' title='Take this job and shove it'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-6042565013432752868</id><published>2008-04-08T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T03:22:51.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aren't i wild...</title><content type='html'>I'm going to bed at 8:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn demazin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-6042565013432752868?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/6042565013432752868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=6042565013432752868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/6042565013432752868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/6042565013432752868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/2008/04/arent-i-wild.html' title='aren&apos;t i wild...'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-2016490369107899724</id><published>2008-04-06T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T03:06:29.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the stupidest question ever asked...</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day of the school holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Remarkably i managed to get the the day mope free, which probably tells you how much i love the place.&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing about going back to school is when people ask "are you looking forward to school?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;it tops the list of stupid questions.&lt;br /&gt;in fact is even worse that asking: "can i ask you something" or "has the tram come yet?" when you're obviously waiting for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem i have with this question is how obvious the answer is.&lt;br /&gt;it's like asking "are you looking forward to having your eyes poked out"&lt;br /&gt;or "do you want to go to the dentist for a root canal?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the answer is no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet people still feel the need to ask you.&lt;br /&gt;and then of course when you say no they go on about how school isn't that bad, despite the fact it's been like 30 years since they've last been and are probably suffering from dementia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-2016490369107899724?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/2016490369107899724/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-6946366560204405333</id><published>2008-04-04T21:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T21:49:09.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You'd think i was trying to buy drugs...</title><content type='html'>As most people who know me will know, i get sinus headaches a lot. much more than most people get in a lifetime. Demazin is the stuff that fixes them and since i have been swallowing them like they're lollies i needed some more.&lt;br /&gt;so i took a trip down to the chemist to buy some.&lt;br /&gt;but shock horror! &lt;br /&gt;pseudoephidrine!(same stuff they use in drugs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gave them my medicare card and concession card for ID.&lt;br /&gt;but no, they needed more.&lt;br /&gt;which led to this conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;them:do you have a drivers license?&lt;br /&gt;me: no&lt;br /&gt;them: so you don't drive?&lt;br /&gt;me: no&lt;br /&gt;them*looks at me like I've grown another head*&lt;br /&gt;me: I'm too young&lt;br /&gt;them: well you can use your learner's permit&lt;br /&gt;me: i don't have one. I'm only fifteen.&lt;br /&gt;them: really? so you don't drive then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;what part of "i can't drive" don't they understand??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-6946366560204405333?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/6946366560204405333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=6946366560204405333' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/6946366560204405333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/6946366560204405333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/2008/04/youd-think-i-was-trying-to-buy-drugs.html' title='You&apos;d think i was trying to buy drugs...'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-6641094620723478223</id><published>2008-04-01T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T18:29:56.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear____________</title><content type='html'>Dear homework,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a lot of you.&lt;br /&gt;could you please make an effort to be slightly interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear the Nazi party,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some Nazis have left Germany and are hiding next door.&lt;br /&gt;please come and take them back before they murder their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-6641094620723478223?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/6641094620723478223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=6641094620723478223' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/6641094620723478223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/6641094620723478223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/2008/04/dear.html' title='Dear____________'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-5469133983583144526</id><published>2008-03-31T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T02:17:54.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just what i need...</title><content type='html'>the mp3 player i want costs $500 and you can only get it online.&lt;br /&gt;fack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-5469133983583144526?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/5469133983583144526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=5469133983583144526' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/5469133983583144526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/5469133983583144526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-what-i-need.html' title='just what i need...'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-6063316738905758912</id><published>2008-03-30T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T20:05:01.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>disposable society</title><content type='html'>I just rang up iriver.&lt;br /&gt;i bought my mp3 player for $336&lt;br /&gt;i can get it fixed for $200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it's broken, don't bother fixing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-6063316738905758912?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/6063316738905758912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=6063316738905758912' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/6063316738905758912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/6063316738905758912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/2008/03/disposable-society.html' title='disposable society'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-1278533131538925389</id><published>2008-03-29T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T17:32:38.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:-(</title><content type='html'>My mp3 player committed suicide in the early hours of this morning.&lt;br /&gt;it will be greatly missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-1278533131538925389?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/1278533131538925389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=1278533131538925389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/1278533131538925389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/1278533131538925389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=':-('/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-5121152154110526798</id><published>2008-03-16T00:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T00:31:32.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no laughing matter</title><content type='html'>my mp3 player is what the experts would call completely facked.&lt;br /&gt;so after downloading and installing more firmware than you can poke a stick at and listening to bands that wish they were the cure on the radio, i thought I'd post some lolcats to keep myself amused.&lt;br /&gt;enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com"&gt;&lt;img style="word-spacing:769551px;font-size:769551px;" src="http://images.icanhascheezburger.com/completestore/2008/3/15isnomilkmoost128500880016093750.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com"&gt;crazy cat pics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com"&gt;&lt;img style="word-spacing:767734px;font-size:767734px;" src="http://images.icanhascheezburger.com/completestore/2008/3/15/128500652086093750.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com"&gt;crazy cat pics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com"&gt;&lt;img style="word-spacing:768580px;font-size:768580px;" src="http://images.icanhascheezburger.com/completestore/2008/3/15/yungkiitehrebe128500764472968750.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com"&gt;crazy cat pics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com"&gt;&lt;img style="word-spacing:768648px;font-size:768648px;" src="http://images.icanhascheezburger.com/completestore/2008/3/15/invisiblegamebo128500773582968750.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com"&gt;crazy cat pics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-5121152154110526798?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/5121152154110526798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=5121152154110526798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/5121152154110526798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/5121152154110526798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-laughing-matter.html' title='no laughing matter'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-3342969100654035114</id><published>2008-03-15T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T19:08:29.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lions and tigers and bears. oh my!</title><content type='html'>THE LETTER A&lt;br /&gt;Are you available? yep&lt;br /&gt;What is your age?: 15&lt;br /&gt;What annoys you?: people and technology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER B&lt;br /&gt;Do you live in a big house?: yeah, fairly big&lt;br /&gt;When is your birthday? June 11&lt;br /&gt;Who is your best friend?: zorro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER C&lt;br /&gt;What's your favourite candy? spearmint leaves are pretty good&lt;br /&gt;who’s your crush? boris&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you cried? can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER D&lt;br /&gt;Do you daydream? how else am i supposed to go through school without going insane?&lt;br /&gt;What's your favourite kind of dog?: dogs eat their own vomit...&lt;br /&gt;What day of the week is it?: Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER E&lt;br /&gt;How do you like your eggs?: Chocolate preferably..&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in the emergency room? no.thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER F&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever flown in a plane?: no. i sailed in one...&lt;br /&gt;Do you use fly swatters?: nope. i like to harm the environment and use spray.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever used a foghorn?: hahah...no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER G&lt;br /&gt;Do you chew gum?: yep&lt;br /&gt;Do you like gummy candies?: of course, the contain sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER H&lt;br /&gt;How are you? medium-rare&lt;br /&gt;what color is your hair? black cherry according to the packet&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER I&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite ice cream?: hokey-pokey or pistachio&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever ice skated? nope&lt;br /&gt;can you play an instrument? double bass&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER J&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite jelly bean? black&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear jewelry?: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER K&lt;br /&gt;Whom do you want to kill?: most of my teachers&lt;br /&gt;Do you want kids?: later. teen pregnancy isn't for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER L&lt;br /&gt;Are you laid back?:you tell me&lt;br /&gt;Do you lie?: if i have to&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER M&lt;br /&gt;What’s your favorite movie?: the rage in placid lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER N&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a nickname? bear&lt;br /&gt;What’s your favorite number? 7&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer night over day? after 10am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER O&lt;br /&gt;What's your one wish?:more wishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER P..................... is running down my leg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER Q&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite quote?: "it's black humour" vicky after laughing innapropriatly&lt;br /&gt;Are you quick to judge people?:sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER R&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you're always right?: of course, I'm a teenager&lt;br /&gt;Are you one to cry?:doesn't startwith r silly. sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER S&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer sun or rain?: rain. the sun is evil&lt;br /&gt;Do you like snow?: yep&lt;br /&gt;what’s your favorite season?: late autmn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The letter T&lt;br /&gt;What time is it? 1:05 pm&lt;br /&gt;What time did you wake up? !0:15 am&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you slept in a tent?: 5th jan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER U&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing underwear: yes. they have a cow on them.&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to go on vacation: anywhere but here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER W&lt;br /&gt;What's your worst habit?:nail biting&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live?: Melbourne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER X&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had an x-ray?: teeth&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen the x-games?: no&lt;br /&gt;Do you own a xylophone?: no&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER Y&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;Good imagination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER Z&lt;br /&gt;What’s your zodiac sign?: gemini.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite zoo animal?: lions and tiger and bears. oh my!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-3342969100654035114?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/3342969100654035114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-2750297775486919738</id><published>2008-03-11T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T00:36:10.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>two sacs and a sinus headache</title><content type='html'>today was...pretty shit for a number of reasons.&lt;br /&gt;the first one being a sinus headache.&lt;br /&gt;fucking sinus.&lt;br /&gt;it goes away and comes back like two weeks later.&lt;br /&gt;damn. damn. damn.&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't too bad today but if it stays any longer it shall infect itself and force me back on the couch and I'm running out of disney movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was also bad because i had PE theory.&lt;br /&gt;soooo boring.&lt;br /&gt;i don't give a shit about the skeletal system and how it relates to tennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no day would be complete without oppressors.&lt;br /&gt;oppressors is a history about Hitler and fascism.&lt;br /&gt;it should be interesting, unfortunately it's all text book teaching and videos.&lt;br /&gt;the libarian came in to talk to us about a project we have to do. it's the same bloody speech in every bloody project.&lt;br /&gt;list your resources yadda yadda yadda...&lt;br /&gt;i hate the librarian. i don't know if anyone watched librarians, but she's like the main character, only more uptight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also have a sac for English language.&lt;br /&gt;the class has been shit lately, the teacher isn't the greatest and doesn't explain things well enough and keeps going over the same stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;another sac this week!&lt;br /&gt;just what i need.&lt;br /&gt;and it's on henry lawson.&lt;br /&gt;god he was a depressed bastard.&lt;br /&gt;my teacher was shouty for no reason and got us to take notes in groups for induvidual essays.&lt;br /&gt;my group did SFA and one was being a complete drama queen.&lt;br /&gt;i felt like giving him a big slep and telling him to get over himself.&lt;br /&gt;i think it's the daffyd syndrome* again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my maths teacher had the quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;"i failed year seven maths because it wasn't taught very well"&lt;br /&gt;oh, the irony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band was shit.&lt;br /&gt;it's always shit.&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking of quitting.&lt;br /&gt;not because i hate double bass just because she-who-cannot-conduct can't well...conduct.&lt;br /&gt;it's not fun anymore, half the people have quit and she won't let me change orchestras.&lt;br /&gt;and we are playing what could possibly be the worst piece of music ever created.&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you love tuesdays?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-2750297775486919738?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-9161735102366159737</id><published>2008-03-08T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T16:07:02.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so very rad</title><content type='html'>i have a new walkman!&lt;br /&gt;i love deceased technology.&lt;br /&gt;there's something about having to use a wheel to find radio stations and having to fast forward to get to the next song rather than skip.&lt;br /&gt;and there's nothing like the feeling of disappointment that comes from your favorite tape being chewed.&lt;br /&gt;looks like i need to raid my mum's tape collection.&lt;br /&gt;best of elvis here i come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-9161735102366159737?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-7898377694390365510</id><published>2008-03-05T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T02:31:32.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i must be emo...</title><content type='html'>i am not having a good day.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i think this whole week as been pretty ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;aside form my mum being sick, my dad being an emotional retard and my sister being...sister-like, I'm tired, my walkman died and you can no longer buy them and my phone is dead.&lt;br /&gt;the only highlight of this week was freeza(or the under-age emos club if you're rebecca).&lt;br /&gt;the rest of it has been pretty shitty.&lt;br /&gt;i spent today walking around camberwell trying to find a walkman.&lt;br /&gt;the people at target laughed at me.&lt;br /&gt;so did the guy at tandy.&lt;br /&gt;and the guy at dick smith's, but he was laughing with me for a change.&lt;br /&gt;and he liked the living end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the telstra shop is shit.&lt;br /&gt;it's crowded and the staff are all stressy.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i needed a new battery. &lt;br /&gt;according the guy at vodaphone what i need is new phone...the battery is fine.&lt;br /&gt;i hate technology...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've discovered they have walkman's on ebay.&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;dodgy tape-chewing retro goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm going to retreat into my bedroom, mope, listen to the smiths, write bad poetry and plot my revenge on my phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-7898377694390365510?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/7898377694390365510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-8639509154637578403</id><published>2008-03-01T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T03:30:05.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10:07 saturday night...</title><content type='html'>and i'm sitting at my laptop pretending i have some sot of life and failing miserable at it.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of failing, i passed my maths test.&lt;br /&gt;by pass i mean, did rather crappily but just scraped through.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to drop maths anyway, so no biggie.&lt;br /&gt;the maths teachers all try and convince me that i shouldn't. unfortunately they're all so boring that the minute they open their mouths my brain goes to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;not that english teachers are any better.&lt;br /&gt;my last one..well let's not go there...&lt;br /&gt;my one now is slightly better, she'd fit in well at a kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum's sick with a toothache.&lt;br /&gt;she can hardly eat.&lt;br /&gt;my dad doesn't know how to react.&lt;br /&gt;it would be funny if it wasn't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of funny, how good is gladiator?&lt;br /&gt;not because it's a good movie, or particularly well acted etc..simply because it's violent. and the evil emporor wants to do it with his sister.&lt;br /&gt;sure it's gross but it's funny watching people with issues.&lt;br /&gt;i would make a shit psychologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched two movies with mum while my sister and dad were at the footy last night.&lt;br /&gt;both were...kinda average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qudrophenia was okay but depressing. it did have a good soundtrack though.&lt;br /&gt;history boys was about a teacher that groped his(male) students. and it was slow and boring and a bit of a wank-fest.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i hired rataouille.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't watched it yet but it should be ok because it's animated.&lt;br /&gt;and everyone knows that animated movie are the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-8639509154637578403?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/8639509154637578403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=8639509154637578403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/8639509154637578403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/8639509154637578403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/2008/03/1007-saturday-night.html' title='10:07 saturday night...'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-3314174850144600175</id><published>2008-02-27T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T17:02:18.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blahh..</title><content type='html'>mum's sick.&lt;br /&gt;the teachers are on strike.&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;and i have to go to school for the last two periods.&lt;br /&gt;there's only one logical thing to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youtube!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HX_7DmnAp_E&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HX_7DmnAp_E&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't pretend you don't enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;check this it out.&lt;br /&gt;it's an old tv show.&lt;br /&gt;we used to have it on video but gave it to the next door neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;i think there were a few illegal substances involved in the creation of this show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/20Tilu_MgD4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/20Tilu_MgD4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-7918735349707607744</id><published>2008-02-24T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T16:42:28.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>can you tell i'm bored?</title><content type='html'>In The Past 24 Hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. TALK TO A CUTE BOY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;ever met a cute 15 year old boy? me neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. TALKED TO AN EX?&lt;br /&gt;i don't have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. MISS SOMEONE?&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. STOLEN ANYTHING?&lt;br /&gt;grapes :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Person Who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. LAID IN BED WITH YOU?&lt;br /&gt;zorro. it wasn't lying, he just wanted to lick my nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. LAST PERSON WHO MADE YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;my hormones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WENT TO THE MOVIES WITH?&lt;br /&gt;rebecca on our lesbian date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WENT TO THE MALL WITH?&lt;br /&gt;mall? i do not go to malls, i go to shopping centres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. MADE YOU LAUGH?&lt;br /&gt;grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. SAID THEY LOVED YOU?&lt;br /&gt;zorro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. WHAT ARE YOU MOST SCARED OF?&lt;br /&gt;heights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. DO YOU LIKE BEING AROUND PEOPLE?&lt;br /&gt;depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. HAVE YOU CRIED RECENTLY?&lt;br /&gt;define recent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. ARE YOU LONELY RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. SONG STUCK IN YOUR HEAD?&lt;br /&gt;no because i'm listen to my mp3 player&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON TV?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. EVER LIKED SOMEONE WHO TREATED YOU LIKE CRAP?&lt;br /&gt;nope. they've all been wankers though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. WHAT TIME IS IT?&lt;br /&gt;8:27pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. WHATS YOUR FAVOURITE FOOD?&lt;br /&gt;pho soup and chcolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. HOW OLD ARE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;fifteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. WHO GOT YOU TO JOIN MYSPACE?&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. EVER BAKED ANYTHING?&lt;br /&gt;yeah..andi didn't burn it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. WHAT WEBSITE DO YOU USE THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;myspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. DO YOU HAVE ANY PLANTS IN YOUR ROOM?&lt;br /&gt;the mould growing on the dead people under my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON TO TALK TO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 SECRETS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WHAT IS YOUR DISPLAY NAME ABOUT?&lt;br /&gt;my msn one is from a faker song. &lt;br /&gt;i think it suits me(lazy bones).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHERE WAS YOUR DEFAULT PICTURE TAKEN?&lt;br /&gt;um..it's the swedish chef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. HONESTLY, IF SOMEONE WERE TO TELL YOU HOW THEY FELT, WOULD YOU LISTEN?&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHATS THE THING YOU MOST VALUE?&lt;br /&gt;family, friends and pets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, AND CHANGE SOMETHING WOULD YOU?&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. IF YOU MUST BE AN ANIMAL FOR ONE DAY, WHAT WOULD YOU BE?&lt;br /&gt;cat..constant sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;eyes, smile, personality...because i don't attract the hot ones..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. DO YOU HAVE A NOSE RING?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. DO YOU SPEAK ANY OTHER LANGUAGE?&lt;br /&gt;a bit of french&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;my brain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-7918735349707607744?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/7918735349707607744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=7918735349707607744' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/7918735349707607744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/7918735349707607744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-wish-that-i-had-jesses-girl-too.html' title='can you tell i&apos;m bored?'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-3962810201228545986</id><published>2008-02-24T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T01:19:15.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP</title><content type='html'>you were such a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;you were there when i taped songs off the radio.&lt;br /&gt;when i discovered triple j and started wearing black&lt;br /&gt;when i would listen to nirvana and mope&lt;br /&gt;when i rediscovered the joy of Disney songs&lt;br /&gt;when i raided mum's tape collection&lt;br /&gt;when i couldn't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;you were there.&lt;br /&gt;and sure, you had a few bad habits and like to chew tapes and drink battery acid&lt;br /&gt;but you were my friend.&lt;br /&gt;you were the best walkman i ever had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-3962810201228545986?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/3962810201228545986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=3962810201228545986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/3962810201228545986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/3962810201228545986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/2008/02/rip.html' title='RIP'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-6590437177360981438</id><published>2008-02-19T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T23:12:36.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>day six of sinus infection...</title><content type='html'>and i still feel like I've been hit by a bus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-6590437177360981438?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-4789281368383549072</id><published>2008-02-17T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T18:54:44.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thorpie lied...</title><content type='html'>being fully sick is not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still feel sorry for my cat.&lt;br /&gt;not only did i make him sit through Mulan, the lion king and the wizard of oz, i also doubted his manliness.&lt;br /&gt;poor boy.&lt;br /&gt;my other cat is still talking me. we had deep and meaningful discussions about which Disney movie is the best.&lt;br /&gt;he says aristocats and i reckon Cinderella is the best.&lt;br /&gt;i think he has bad taste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-4789281368383549072?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-2687649124393457517</id><published>2008-02-16T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T00:03:35.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my pussy is a lady-boy</title><content type='html'>for those who haven't heard me complain about my head for the last couple of days, i have a sinus infection. again.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully I'll be alright by Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;I'll continue my diet of 80's music and disney movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent most of the last hour looking up how to sex a cat.&lt;br /&gt;we can't decide if zorro is a boy or a girl.&lt;br /&gt;after much pondering we've come the conclusion that he's a boy with bog tits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a video of the first band mum saw live. they're old but good(the video is from 2003 but the song is much older).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-YcAINUPsyI&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-YcAINUPsyI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-2687649124393457517?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/2687649124393457517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=2687649124393457517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/2687649124393457517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/2687649124393457517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-pussy-is-lady-boy.html' title='my pussy is a lady-boy'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-7001677670902300195</id><published>2008-02-13T15:41:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T16:05:33.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>there's a band on every corner but i'm not in one</title><content type='html'>happy hallmark day!&lt;br /&gt;i'm like the scrooge of valentines day.&lt;br /&gt;i was reading the valentine's messages in the paper and i nearly threw up.&lt;br /&gt;aside from the usual romantic stuff i noticed a lot of ridiculous pet names people call each other.&lt;br /&gt;is that supposed to romantic? &lt;br /&gt;because i don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;i guess I'll understand when i get that lobotomy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, my friend is starting a band.we have discussed it before but &lt;br /&gt;it's the kind of conversation you always have but never actually do anything about.&lt;br /&gt;probably because to start a band, you need some sort of musical ability...well most of the time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he decided to go through with this idea.&lt;br /&gt;so he rocks up to school with a permission slip.&lt;br /&gt;what is this?&lt;br /&gt;an excursion to the aquarium?&lt;br /&gt;how hard is it to verbally go up to someone and say "do you want to play bass for a band?"&lt;br /&gt;but no we have permission slips.&lt;br /&gt;the best part is, he goes up to us and says"it's due back on friday"&lt;br /&gt;what is? parent teacher night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have two vocalists, two piano players, an oboe, a clarinet, drums and bass.&lt;br /&gt;where are the guitars?&lt;br /&gt;well, okay you can, but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's asked us what genre he wants us to play.&lt;br /&gt;i reckon we should play punk.&lt;br /&gt;it's on of the few genre where, no matter shit you play as long as you have the energy and think Howard's a wanker, you'll have fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can see this lasting a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-7001677670902300195?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/7001677670902300195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=7001677670902300195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/7001677670902300195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/7001677670902300195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/2008/02/theres-band-on-every-corner-but-im-not.html' title='there&apos;s a band on every corner but i&apos;m not in one'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-313912424732997187</id><published>2008-02-10T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T03:11:51.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just so you know...</title><content type='html'>i thought that it was time people knew the truth about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;since i don't have their addresses, this blog will have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the host of ready steady cook,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to mika,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freddy Mercury was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're not Freddy Mercury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to faker,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're a great band and all, but do you honestly expect people to take you seriously with lyrics like "you lost that kitchen hand job"&lt;br /&gt;almost as good as when silverchair told us to join the masturbate(or was it mass debate?..hmm).&lt;br /&gt;just a note for the future the words hand and job should never go together in a song unless you're trying to amuse the world's fifteen year olds, in which case it's a rather good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the wiggas who live in and around my suburb,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you do not live in the hood. in fact it's about as far from the hood as you could ever get.&lt;br /&gt;if you really want to be black, at least try and look the part. i hear safeway is having a sale on brown shoe polish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the oompa loompas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barbie was a doll, not a human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lauren&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-313912424732997187?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/313912424732997187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=313912424732997187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/313912424732997187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/313912424732997187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-so-you-know.html' title='just so you know...'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-4679484742345568406</id><published>2008-02-07T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T02:45:55.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's personal</title><content type='html'>He stood in front of the class like a tyrant. His thinning peroxide blond hair was spiked on top of his frog-like face. He rested his hands on his round belly, which had gotten bigger since the Christmas holidays.  He was the picture of evil. He was the man that haunted my primary school years. He was my PE teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I’ve never been good at sport. I can’t run fast, I’m always dropping the ball and I’ve met wombats that have better hand-eye co-ordination than I have. And having Hitler for a PE teacher certainly didn’t help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  At my school there were three groups of people: the super six, the athletic kids and the weirdos. The super six were six exclusive girls who had all the right connections. They were pretty, athletic and their parents were on every school committee known to man. They were the kids who got the best of everything. They got the best seats, they performed in the first row in the school concerts and they ruled the playground. They were never excluded, never laughed, never teased and never had to face the humiliation of being picked last in PE.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Unfortunately I was a weirdo. One of the kids who were never quite good enough for their elite group. I was teased, excluded and generally made to feel inferior. I still get butterflies when teams are picked in PE. There is nothing glorious about having people cheer you on because you’re coming last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Instead of fixing these problems, my PE teacher only made it worse. He never hid his favouritism for the super six nor did he hide his feelings towards me. School became a concentration camp and each PE lesson I was tortured. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Each lesson he would choose two captains. These captains were either in the super six or friends of theirs. It was their job to pick the teams. The super six and the athletic kids would always be picked first. As each name was called my stomach would drop. Finally there was just me and one other person on the wall of the oval, each hoping we wouldn’t be the last one sitting there like a rejected sandwich at the back of a locker. Every lesson I would watch the teams argue about who they didn’t want on their team. Usually it was me. There are no words to describe the feeling of rejection that comes with being picked last and the knowledge that the fat kid with no friends is more accepted than you are. At this point my teacher would smile and direct me to the team with the least members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Team sports were nowhere nears as bad as cross-country practise. For a few weeks each year he would set up a cross-country course in the school. Everyone would run and have their times recorded. I loathed this experience. The super six would line up in the front, a reminder of their status in the class. Everyone else would stand behind. My teacher would blow his whistle and everyone would shoot from the starting line. I would run as fast as I could, hoping that just this once I would be as good as them. I would be inches away from them, pushing myself forward as fast as I could, when all of a sudden I would be left behind. I was an old Volvo with a flat tyre racing in the Grand Prix. I would never win. I would finally reach the finish line, with people cheering me on. Panting and red I would finish last. Each week I would be met by my teacher’s smug remarks about me being consistently last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the years went on, things only became worse. I was the most developed of my peers and was made to feel inferior because of it. I was particularly self-conscious and became even more of a weirdo. I would dress in black, read a lot and I started listening to alternative music. I decided that if I was never going to fit in anyway, I might as well stop trying. Yet I still craved acceptance from the athletic kids. PE made these times even harder. I felt different enough without having to reminded by my teacher. It got to the point where I was begging mum not to make me go to school because I knew I had PE that day.  The few days off she gave me were never enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day we had bike ed. Everyone would bring their bikes to school to learn how to ride better and about safety. One week everyone was lined up into groups while my PE teacher called the roll. I usually enjoyed bike ed, I wasn’t good at it but it was an improvement on PE. My teacher finished marking the roll and looked around the group with his cold, beady eyes. He focused on me.&lt;br /&gt;“Lauren,” he stated with a half-smile.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes” I squeaked. I hated public humiliation.&lt;br /&gt;“Have you practised riding this weekend? You need to work on riding with one hand”&lt;br /&gt;“No,” I shuffled nervously, avoiding the gaze from peers.&lt;br /&gt;“Why not?” he demanded.&lt;br /&gt;“It was my birthday,” I wished the ground would swallow me up and never spit me back out.&lt;br /&gt;“You could have had a bike riding birthday,” he smiled a greasy smile.&lt;br /&gt;Incidents like this were common occurrence during my primary school years, each one causing an impression, like a scar that slowly fades but never disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I still don’t like PE. I often wonder if things would have turned out the way they did if someone else had taught the subject. Would I have turned out the way I did?  For seven years the quest for acceptance ruled my life. Sport no longer matters to me as much as it once did; it almost seems strange that it dictated so much of my life. My teacher was replaced a few years after I finished primary school. He now teaches in a classroom instead. They say that what doesn’t kill us only makes us stronger. There is no glory or pride in my story. I was simply an outcast trying to be accepted. I do not look back on my experience and feel proud, nor do I feel like a better person because of it. But I’m glad it happened, it helped make me who I am today.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;if anyone can think of a title for this i will love you forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-4679484742345568406?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/4679484742345568406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=4679484742345568406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/4679484742345568406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/4679484742345568406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-personal.html' title='it&apos;s personal'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-7210691650915972235</id><published>2008-02-06T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T03:23:22.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love, life and ladyboys</title><content type='html'>my grandpa has just come back to Australia after banging his cock in bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately this is normal for him, not a once in a blue moon type thing that we can blame on too little action and too much viagra.&lt;br /&gt;well we can blame it on those things..but it does happen a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, he met a "special friend" in Thailand. so special in fact that he has to pay money for her services. it's funny talking to him because he keeps going on about how caring and kind she is, even though she can't speak English. i just think it's his way of saying she's a good root.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one a teenage boy, always a teenager boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of teenage boys, the hottie of year 10(who seems to have lost his hotness over the holidays, came over to our group at lunch to talk to one of the guys. he was there for two minutes when a bunch of desperate airheads came up to him and demanded to know why he was talking to us and dragged him off with them.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, how desperate can you get. nice to see subtlety is alive and well.&lt;br /&gt;if i were them i would show more cleavage.&lt;br /&gt;it enhances the desperate slut look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-7210691650915972235?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/7210691650915972235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=7210691650915972235' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/7210691650915972235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/7210691650915972235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-life-and-ladyboys.html' title='love, life and ladyboys'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-2061657671830962275</id><published>2008-02-04T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T00:49:11.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i was born a unicorn</title><content type='html'>days like this i wish everyone would stop being so goddamn clingy.&lt;br /&gt;get over yourselves already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored. so here is a quiz. &lt;br /&gt;enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ NOW ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current mood: a cross between teen angst and fairy bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current music: i was born a unicorn by the unicorns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current taste: dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current hair: strange as it may sound, the same hair i had yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current clothes: sexless school dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current annoyance: my peers..suprise, suprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current smell: my nose is blocked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current thing I should be doing: playing boris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current windows open: te one in my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current desktop picture: daria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current favorite band: just one? a sound mind. because i saw them live and they rocked my knickers off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current book: the boy in the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current cd in stereo: a burnt copy of neon bible by the arcade fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current crush: which one? the cat or the double bass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current favorite celeb: um...umm...the next emo singer to kill himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ DO YOU.. ]&lt;br /&gt;Smoke?: nopde&lt;br /&gt;Do drugs?: panadol keeps me sane&lt;br /&gt;Have a dream that keeps coming back?: no&lt;br /&gt;Remember your first love?: his name was moggy, he was a cat&lt;br /&gt;Still love him/her?: oh yes, even if the is dead&lt;br /&gt;Read the newspaper?: yes, even though the herald sun rots your mind&lt;br /&gt;Have any gay or lesbian friends?: yep, it's like a mini gay pride parade&lt;br /&gt;Believe in miracles?: it could happen&lt;br /&gt;Believe it's possible to remain faithful forever?:define faithful&lt;br /&gt;Consider yourself tolerant of others?: if &lt;br /&gt;Consider love a mistake?: ummm no.i don't want to murder them, yes&lt;br /&gt;Like the taste of alcohol?: yep&lt;br /&gt;Have a favorite candy?: FADS!&lt;br /&gt;Believe in astrology?: nope&lt;br /&gt;Believe in magic?: no&lt;br /&gt;Believe in God?: no&lt;br /&gt;Have any pets:two cats.&lt;br /&gt;Go to or plan to go to college: it's university. and i don't know&lt;br /&gt;Have any piercings?: ears&lt;br /&gt;Have any tattoos?: nah&lt;br /&gt;Hate yourself: depends what side of the bed i get up on.&lt;br /&gt;Have an obsession?: yes. daria and the swedish chef&lt;br /&gt;Have a secret crush?: tuxedo mask from sailor moon&lt;br /&gt;Have a best friend?: not really&lt;br /&gt;Wish on stars?: no. i only wish on uranus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ LOVE LIFE ]&lt;br /&gt;Ever been in love?: nope&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight?: yeah&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in "the one?": sure.&lt;br /&gt;Describe your ideal significant other:he isn't a smart wanker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ETC]&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever played a game that required removal of clothing?: nope&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been intoxicated?: yeah&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been caught "doing something?": no&lt;br /&gt;Are you a tease?:no&lt;br /&gt;Shy to make the first move?: yes, unless they say meow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ APPEARANCE ]&lt;br /&gt;Hair: black chrry according to the packet&lt;br /&gt;Eyes: blue&lt;br /&gt;Height: short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ LAST THING.. ]&lt;br /&gt;Bought: FADS!&lt;br /&gt;Ate &amp; Drank: dinner&lt;br /&gt;Read: a hand out for homework&lt;br /&gt;Watched on TV: my sister playing the wii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ EITHER OR.. ]&lt;br /&gt;beer or cider: beer&lt;br /&gt;drinks or shots: drinks&lt;br /&gt;cats or dogs: cats.&lt;br /&gt;single or taken: Single.&lt;br /&gt;pen or pencil: pen...is&lt;br /&gt;gloves or mittens: gloves.&lt;br /&gt;food or candy: food.&lt;br /&gt;cassette or cd: both...just not mp3. they're fun to steal but inferior&lt;br /&gt;coke or pepsi: coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ WHO DO YOU WANT TO.. ]&lt;br /&gt;kill: pe and maths teachers&lt;br /&gt;get really wasted with: vicky&lt;br /&gt;look like: my mum&lt;br /&gt;avoid: people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ LAST PERSON YOU.. ]&lt;br /&gt;saw: mum&lt;br /&gt;talked to on the phone: lucy&lt;br /&gt;hugged: vicky&lt;br /&gt;instant messaged:lucy&lt;br /&gt;kissed: zorro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ HAVE YOU EVER.. ]&lt;br /&gt;Drank alcohol?: yep&lt;br /&gt;Done drugs?: panadol&lt;br /&gt;Broken the law?: yes..mp3s are fun&lt;br /&gt;Run away from home?: got as far as the driveway&lt;br /&gt;Broken a bone?: no.&lt;br /&gt;Played Truth Or Dare?: unfortunatly&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone you didn't know?: family members. damn italians&lt;br /&gt;Been in a fight?: dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Come close to dying?: nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ WHAT IS.. ]&lt;br /&gt;Your bedroom like?: bedroomy&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite thing for breakfast?: rice bubbles. we talk to eachother&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite restaurant?: it's in vietnam&lt;br /&gt;What's on your bedside table?: all sorts of shit&lt;br /&gt;What do you eat when you raid the fridge late at night?: i don't.&lt;br /&gt;What is your biggest fear?: heights&lt;br /&gt;Describe your bed: single, made and inviting&lt;br /&gt;Spontaneous or plain?: spontaneous&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how to play poker?: not really&lt;br /&gt;What do you carry with you at all times? mp3 player&lt;br /&gt;How do you drive? i don't.&lt;br /&gt;What do you miss most about being little? Being little...hehe&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with your given name? yeah &lt;br /&gt;What color is your bedroom? white and green&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in a play? i did drama &lt;br /&gt;Do poor, homeless, or starving people sometimes annoy you? nope.&lt;br /&gt;Do you consider yourself to be a nice person? i guess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-2061657671830962275?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/2061657671830962275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=2061657671830962275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/2061657671830962275'/><link 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/&gt;since you're a school and don't actually give a shit about the students and your status is all that matters to you, i'll put it in a  way that you'll understand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE=Teen Suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let her quit already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren's hormones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must apologize for the last post.&lt;br /&gt;i was having a shit day.&lt;br /&gt;and in all honesty,i don't think i could stand talking about bras, boys and lipstick. i just get sick of being an outsider every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of sick, i felt really crappy yesterday. i half wanted to throw up and half wanted to sleep. not fun.&lt;br /&gt;i ended up spending three hours lying in bed listening to science podcasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i'm seeing a couple of bands.&lt;br /&gt;i'll write more about it later on, but from what i've heard 2 of the 4 bands are pretty crappy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-6548508591363678566?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/6548508591363678566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=6548508591363678566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/6548508591363678566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/6548508591363678566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-forgot-to-remember-what-i-wanted-to.html' title='i forgot to remember what i wanted to do'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-8432357629137230152</id><published>2008-01-31T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T00:54:06.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>because everyone thinks it goes away with age</title><content type='html'>in nearly every single school report i have ever received, chances are you'll find the words "emotionally mature" or "lauren is a mature student" or even worse "lauren is on a different emotional level to her peers and finds this frustrating." &lt;br /&gt;no shit.&lt;br /&gt;right now i would kill to have something else written. something along the lines of "lauren is a dumbarse" although in teacher speak it's more like "lauren needs to spend less time socializing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've spent two and a half days at school and am begging to realize why i didn't miss it during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;i don't care about the work. i can handle it, it may not all be easy and I'm no einstien, but i know i can do, it just comes down to work and feelings towards the subject. which means I've already failed PE and maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing that's annoying me is the social side of things. i don't fit. i do have friends and i like them. i'm not bagging them, they're awesome. i'm just sick of being the "misfit." i don't belong with anyone, in fact i'd rather spend a day with my grandma than with someone my own age.&lt;br /&gt;and this isn't a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was like everyone. i wish i had the ability to have deep and meaningful discussions about lip gloss or miniskirts or whatever. but i can't. it's gotten to the point where my parents order my to socialize even if i am doing so already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel lonelier than ever and i'm surrounded by people. i'm sick of it all.&lt;br /&gt;here's to a fantastic 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-8432357629137230152?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/8432357629137230152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=8432357629137230152' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/8432357629137230152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/8432357629137230152'/><link rel='alternate' 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comes to exam time I'll be a major stress-head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year should be good.&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling optimistic, but we all know this will end in term two and i'll want to burn the place down..again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i shall keep you all posted on what's happening and what isn't.&lt;br /&gt;so natalle better be reading this or shall be behind in the gossip..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and louie, if you're reading this, which you aren't, check your myspace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-7368940322809435822?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/7368940322809435822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-6603239949315027973</id><published>2008-01-21T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T23:11:36.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At least you got out before the rhythmic chanting.</title><content type='html'>today i collected all my school books for this year.&lt;br /&gt;all i need to complete my list of essential back to school items is a noose, a handgun and my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, in the middle of my muppets-fest, i re-discovered Daria. not that i stopped liking it. it's still my favorite show and has been for some time.&lt;br /&gt;i actually started watching it in grade two. sure, i didn't understand all of it, but i liked it.&lt;br /&gt;if only i hadn't started watching it.&lt;br /&gt;i might have turned out normal.&lt;br /&gt;whoops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news there was a car crash outside work.&lt;br /&gt;well, it wasn't really outside, it involved our front gate and fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was at home happily cooking chops on the barbie(or at least attempting to), when the phone rang. mum answered and all i heard was(in a tense voice):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh..ok..SHIT..i'll be there straight away...Lauren turn of the barbie, there's been a car accident at work"&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to know with dad.  he gets a headache and it suddenly becomes a tumor. just look at when we were robbed, from the way he was talking mum thought they had trashed the place. they took $100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, we get there and a ute had smashed into our front gate and fence and sent it flying into the front year and a black car had smashed into the ute.&lt;br /&gt;no one was injured and both the cars were write-offs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then all three emergency services turned up.&lt;br /&gt;sirens!&lt;br /&gt;i found the whole experience quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;we were waiting around to talk to the police about what to do.&lt;br /&gt;mum kept going on and on about how it could have been much worse.&lt;br /&gt;i think she was trying to make herself feel less stressed about the prospect of dealing with insurance companies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad on the other hand, kept looking at the fence. and going on about how he'd have to paint it.  like it's the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;"look at the fence..i hope we paid insurance...this is terrible".&lt;br /&gt;it's a fence.&lt;br /&gt;it has no feelings.&lt;br /&gt;it's rather ugly.&lt;br /&gt;and it doesn't enhance our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i spent the whole time standing there watching the people looking at the accident even though they might not have wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;i love it how whenever there's a car accident, you have to look. you don't want to. but there's some part of your brain that really gets off on seeing smashed cars.&lt;br /&gt;the same thing applies to Eurovision, just substitute the smashed cars, with downright awful musical acts.&lt;br /&gt;ABBA included.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-6603239949315027973?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/6603239949315027973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=6603239949315027973' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/6603239949315027973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/6603239949315027973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/2008/01/at-least-you-got-out-before-rhythmic.html' title='At least you got out before the rhythmic chanting.'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-8377649914987834566</id><published>2008-01-12T15:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T16:01:19.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the teen angst monster strikes again</title><content type='html'>emo moments.&lt;br /&gt;those annoying little moods that make everything feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why i call them emo moments.&lt;br /&gt;probably because they just happen. there's no real reason for them or any deep cause.&lt;br /&gt;they just are.&lt;br /&gt;instead of listening to emo, i'm turning to bad 80's songs to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;which is funny because i'm too young to remember the 80's. i wasn't even alive in the 80's. but the music's good.&lt;br /&gt;becuase listening to music that makes you want to slash you wrists isn't a good idea when you think that jumping off something tall is a perfectly resonable idea.&lt;br /&gt;not that i want to kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;i'd miss my cats too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here is the video for computer games by mi-sex.&lt;br /&gt;this song is pure genius...or total crap, depending on your point of veiw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ufBYaYJAERc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ufBYaYJAERc&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" 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angst monster strikes again'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-9132711318005385536</id><published>2008-01-09T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T22:47:04.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>floating with the seasons</title><content type='html'>my brain hurts, I'm tired and am beginning to resemble the wicked witch of the west when she has water thrown on her.&lt;br /&gt;it's that's time of year again: summer.&lt;br /&gt;I've never understood why people like summer.&lt;br /&gt;the heat, the sunburn, the fake tan..it's just something that i have never really "got."&lt;br /&gt;i can understanding liking the beach. i like the beach too, just not the people who go there.&lt;br /&gt;i like autumn the most. or fall if your an American that can't use the proper spelling.&lt;br /&gt;it's usually pretty cool but not grey like winter and the leaves are pretty.&lt;br /&gt;oh, it's it's t-shirt and jeans whether not I-wish-i-was-naked weather like in summer.&lt;br /&gt;i kind of like winter as well. my birthday's in winter. and you have an excuse not to go outside in winter, unfortunately SAD kicks in in winter and it seems longer and the pretty leaves go away.&lt;br /&gt;winter's a good time to listen to emo.&lt;br /&gt;when spring rolls around it's supossed to be a good time to clean. cleaning is for boring people with no lives. not that i can talk.&lt;br /&gt;spring is still jeans and t-shirt weather.&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately it's when the oompa loompas start coming out again.&lt;br /&gt;and during summer i hide from the heat, don't drink enough, get head-aches, wonder why and sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;which is what i'm doing now.&lt;div 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seasons'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-9080361337476673837</id><published>2008-01-08T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T18:24:12.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>now we put the chocolate on the moose</title><content type='html'>i think i'm in love...&lt;br /&gt;not with some mysterious hot guy i haven't told you about, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;nor with a smart wanker.&lt;br /&gt;i have a huge celebrity crush on the Swedish chef.&lt;br /&gt;mind you, animal is pretty cool as well.&lt;br /&gt;oh dear, i've developed a thing for puppets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing as this is my first post of 2008, i guess i should tell you all about my resolutions, or lack of them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stop biting my fingernails- &lt;/span&gt;i try to quit every year. i should just admit defeat and get on with it. persistence isn't one of my best qualities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grow taller- &lt;/span&gt;not gonna happen. but a little optimism never hurt anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stop getting crushes on smart wankers-&lt;/span&gt;need i say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stop illegally downloading music- &lt;/span&gt;i can see this lasting one week. it's not my fault i have a music addiction and a big mp3 player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stop making stupid resolutions and break them all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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moose'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-7220091548830995310</id><published>2007-12-25T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T20:03:07.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>attack of the shit-water</title><content type='html'>i hope you all had a great Christmas and ate way too much than you probably should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my christmas was a very exciting one. not that Christmas is  ever really boring, my relatives drink too much for that too happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at six and got all the stuff in my santa sack(CDs, lollies, booklight, earrings, doremon bobble head) and went downstairs to do the other presents.&lt;br /&gt;i got wii with my sister, more CDs, clothes, a book about dead rockstars and Daria DVDs!&lt;br /&gt;i will never be bored again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas lunch was good. i ate enough food to last me a week as usual. but isn't that what Christmas is all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at about five o'clock when everyone had left i was feeling particularly tired and a little bit run down(getting a cold) so i went upstairs to have a lie down.&lt;br /&gt;i noticed that the toilet was still filling so i went into the toilet to fix it when i discovered the whole toilet floor was covered in 5 cm deep shit water.&lt;br /&gt;it spread to the bathroom and seeped through to the study downstairs. it wet the laptop, dad's papers, magazines, my new slippers, new books, cooking stuff and the carpet smelt like shit.&lt;br /&gt;the cause for the attack of the shit-water?&lt;br /&gt;my cousin and his inablilty to wipe his arse properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's not the end of it!&lt;br /&gt;mum was extremely pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;she had the whole family here, cooked, set up and needed a rest.&lt;br /&gt;but instead she was cleaning shit-water off everything.&lt;br /&gt;my auntie and uncle came over to help clean up.&lt;br /&gt;mum left because she was mad.&lt;br /&gt;they cleaned up and left their son in the car and let him get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;they were just waiting around the house until mum came back.&lt;br /&gt;she insulted their parenting skills.&lt;br /&gt;they went all shitty.&lt;br /&gt;and now they're not coming camping with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-7220091548830995310?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/7220091548830995310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-8194083607417543294</id><published>2007-12-20T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T23:41:36.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i saw mummy sucking santa claus</title><content type='html'>i discovered my mum's old tape(of the cassette variety) collection today.&lt;br /&gt;i never realised she had so much cool stuff.&lt;br /&gt;some it was good(the commitments, elvis, kevin bloody wilson) and some it was just a little embarrassing(best of Elton john, tom jones, john farnham).&lt;br /&gt;i spent half an hour sitting with mum listening to kevin bloody wilson.&lt;br /&gt;pure genius.&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised the P.C police haven't stolen it from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of police..my parents used to grow weed.&lt;br /&gt;they didn't sell it or use it. they just grew it. they even had a competition with a friend over who could grow the biggest dope plant.&lt;br /&gt;in the end the had all this weed they didn't know what to do with, so one night when me and my sister were in bed they chucked it into the open fire.&lt;br /&gt;which was great because you couldn't smell it inside...outside on the other hand...let's just say it was surprising the drug squad didn't turn up.&lt;br /&gt;my mum's friend has happy butter.&lt;br /&gt;i think you'll be able to guess what's in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had my friends over today.&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't okay.&lt;br /&gt;the guys were annoying though.&lt;br /&gt;times like these i wish i was a lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;i might be dating them one day.&lt;br /&gt;kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found out my mum has the commitments soundtrack on tape.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not leaving my room for another 45 minutes :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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claus'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-8850991110054590202</id><published>2007-12-18T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T22:01:53.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>then i go and sopil it all by saying something intelligent like you're a wanker</title><content type='html'>if i hear more one Christmas carol I'll scream.&lt;br /&gt;shopping is bad enough thank-you and jangly Christmas carols are not helping anyone!&lt;br /&gt;it's especially annoying, while you're melting on the 43 degree day to hear songs about winter and snow and open fires.&lt;br /&gt;why can't we have songs about melting, drought and cooking snags on the barbie?&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the brink of becoming a homicidal maniac...and it's the supermarket's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing that's annoying me is hyphenated surnames.&lt;br /&gt;nothing screams WANKER more than a hyphenated surname, especially if you drive a mercades.&lt;br /&gt;my dad drives a mercades.&lt;br /&gt;personally, i hate the things. they're the favorite car of of middle-ages to 70 year old wankers with more money then sense.&lt;br /&gt;at least it's better than expensive European  four wheel drives.&lt;br /&gt;get a real car!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-8850991110054590202?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/8850991110054590202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-1709586217445357961</id><published>2007-12-16T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T21:31:33.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>we was robbed!</title><content type='html'>today, or last night, most probably my dad's work was robbed.&lt;br /&gt;for those of you who don't know, my parents own a podiatry center.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my dad came to work and noticed that about $100 was stolen and someone had got in through an unlocked window.&lt;br /&gt;my mum was pretty cool about it, my dad on the other hand was VERY pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;it was fun to have the police come into work, it felt like being on CSI :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-1709586217445357961?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-575556191382860392</id><published>2007-12-12T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T22:37:02.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>things you can learn from magazines...</title><content type='html'>i hardly ever buy magazines.&lt;br /&gt;i read music blogs and street presses but when it comes to forking out over $5 on  a stack of paper i will never read again, i'm a bit of a tightarse.&lt;br /&gt;that's why i love libraries.&lt;br /&gt;they're free, smell of old people and are headache friendly.&lt;br /&gt;they also have a large selection of out of date magazines.&lt;br /&gt;today when i should have been at school, i borrowed a whole heap of said magazines.&lt;br /&gt;i've decided that they can be very educational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll look at the lessons that can be learned from Q magazine and girlfriend/dolly.&lt;br /&gt;let's start with Q&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are many lessons you can learn from Q. they include&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * the arcade fire's shit doesn't stink&lt;br /&gt;    * same if you're in the arctic monkey's, the Beatles or oasis.&lt;br /&gt;    * your music can suck, but as long as you're English it doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;    * it's fun to make pointless lists of the best songs/albums/whatever of all time and have different artists as number one every time.&lt;br /&gt;    * indie music snobs should be shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for dolly/girlfriend. these magazines are full of valuable information, like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * it's cool to be individual, but only if you look like everybody else.&lt;br /&gt;    * You need to love your body and you are perfect just the way you are...just ignore the anorexic chicks in the magazine, who have been airbrushed within an inch of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;    * looking like a mischa barton clone(of any other "cool" celebrity) is cool.&lt;br /&gt;    * amazing real life stories can go from being to being teased for being too skinny...real inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;    * dolly doctor is the funniest thing you will ever read. being 12 and feeling left out because you haven't had sex yet is such a huge problem. i don't know how i coped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-575556191382860392?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/575556191382860392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=575556191382860392' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/575556191382860392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/575556191382860392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/2007/12/things-you-can-learn-from-magazines.html' title='things you can learn from magazines...'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-411871820669427069</id><published>2007-12-10T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T21:41:57.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's because your very boring</title><content type='html'>the last week of school is always a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;it's the only time of year when watching large amounts of daytime TV isn't considered a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;it's like government funded babysitting.&lt;br /&gt;at least it's better than being at a private school.&lt;br /&gt;then my parents would have to pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least we get to watch movies.&lt;br /&gt;most teachers are cool with us watching movies.&lt;br /&gt;my maths teacher on the other hand, feels the need to torture us after our textbooks are sold.&lt;br /&gt;so we now have a new games called maths balderdash.&lt;br /&gt;you reckon it sounds bad?&lt;br /&gt;you should try playing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later in the week we have to do a presentation thing.&lt;br /&gt;we're  doing a slideshow.&lt;br /&gt;i love the way we're supposed to pretend the year wasn't completely shitty.&lt;br /&gt;because it was.&lt;br /&gt;almost a contender for the worst year in my life award.&lt;br /&gt;2004 just beats it.&lt;br /&gt;i also love the way the teachers are trying to make us feel like we should be sad it's our last year in the junior school.&lt;br /&gt;about bloody time too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recommend everyone who reads this blog to watch the young ones. it's pure genius.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-411871820669427069?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/411871820669427069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=411871820669427069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/411871820669427069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/411871820669427069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/2007/12/thats-because-your-very-boring.html' title='that&apos;s because your very boring'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-9134654061717638728</id><published>2007-12-10T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T21:05:14.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bacon Sandwich</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NNhqEOPDFNA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NNhqEOPDFNA&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-9134654061717638728?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/9134654061717638728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=9134654061717638728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/9134654061717638728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/9134654061717638728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/2007/12/bacon-sandwich.html' title='Bacon Sandwich'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-8597895350007916683</id><published>2007-12-09T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T02:53:10.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the internet is for porn</title><content type='html'>Today, while i was at a six hour lunch happily minding my own business, i overheard my uncle and my dad discussing porn.&lt;br /&gt;this was rather mentally scaring.&lt;br /&gt;i came very close to curling up in a corner and shivering.&lt;br /&gt;it was kind of funny though.&lt;br /&gt;it's no secret my uncle isn't getting any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forty-something-year-old men acting like sex crazed teenagers is depressing to watch.&lt;br /&gt;fantasizing about chick's tits is fine if you're, i dunno, fifteen.&lt;br /&gt;but at forty it's tragic.&lt;br /&gt;and amazingly, they're married.&lt;br /&gt;and their wives have perfectly fine tits, even though they're some of the most miserable people I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;i think I'm developing a fear of being middle-aged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of tits, has anyone else noticed that the shape of chocolate royals is rather amusing. especially when you line them up in pairs.&lt;br /&gt;from now on they shall be known as tit biscuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it back to issue city tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i know it's bad but i find some people's insecurities really funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-8597895350007916683?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/8597895350007916683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=8597895350007916683' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/8597895350007916683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/8597895350007916683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/2007/12/internet-is-for-porn.html' title='the internet is for porn'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-3583561480693044456</id><published>2007-12-07T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T22:43:54.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>underwear goes nside the pants</title><content type='html'>this is just a quick note to any males eho may be reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time when your pants should be down around your knees somewhere, is if you're taking a dump.&lt;br /&gt;they call it underwear for a reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-3583561480693044456?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-5887586905611022385</id><published>2007-12-05T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T15:17:55.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>look me in the eye and try to tell me that i'm not</title><content type='html'>one thing that really pisses me off is Christmas cards from MPs.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas cards are pointless enough(unless the person sending them has something interesting to say) without those annoying "your in my electorate, so I'm going to make it look like i care" Christmas cards.&lt;br /&gt;and anyway, we all know you're just in it for the votes..and money.&lt;br /&gt;seriously though, why would anybody want to be a politician?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing that annoys me is kris kringle.&lt;br /&gt;it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;but not when people are being exclusive and bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;i also hate it how people turn every little thing into a big issue.&lt;br /&gt;especially this woe is me crap.&lt;br /&gt;i try and be sympathetic, but sometimes you just need to get over things.&lt;br /&gt;build a bridge and jump off it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-5887586905611022385?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/5887586905611022385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=5887586905611022385' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/5887586905611022385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/5887586905611022385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/2007/12/look-me-in-eye-and-try-to-tell-me-that.html' title='look me in the eye and try to tell me that i&apos;m not'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-3304776897157204595</id><published>2007-11-29T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T02:16:01.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to bitch or not to bitch</title><content type='html'>the following are some conversations i had with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few months ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this happened in the cooking rooms one morning. i was happily minding my own business when my friend asked me my least favorite question of all time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lauren, are you a lesbian?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first instinct is to strangle her.&lt;br /&gt;but i chose to be civilized instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her:i don't believe you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice to see we have such a good friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today at recess i waved to a year 10 guy that I'm friends with. no problem in that..unless you happen to be this friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her:who was that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her:i he someone I'm meant to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she then looks at me suspiciously and leans over to see if i'm smiling and blushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:what? do you think i like him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her: yeah. well you don't talk to many guys outside our group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found this quite funny. she NEVER talks to anyone outside our group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:i don't see you talking to guy outside our group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her: i do at Chinese and Japanese school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sooner this year ends the better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-3304776897157204595?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/3304776897157204595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=3304776897157204595' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/3304776897157204595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/3304776897157204595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-bitch-or-not-to-bitch.html' title='to bitch or not to bitch'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-8639606327845036434</id><published>2007-11-26T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T22:35:46.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to my inner hippy</title><content type='html'>if you told me i would care so much about the environment three years ago, i would have kicked them.&lt;br /&gt;well, i was a wuss and still am, so i would have probably sulked in a corner and give dirty looks in their general direction(I'm just glad nobody knew the work "emo" when i was 12).&lt;br /&gt;i was the kind of chick who would have half-hour showers, wouldn't recycle and generally not give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;don't you love teen angst?&lt;br /&gt;(i am still only 15, it's not over yet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my inner hippy has reared it's unwashed head and now i am only 27 steps away from becoming a greenie.&lt;br /&gt;it's not just things like short showers and feeling guilty when i throw recyclables into the rubbish bin either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever i watch movies and people are wasting water it really pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;to the point where i find watching it unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;particularly people brushing their teeth with the tap running.&lt;br /&gt;makes me want to send the water police(like the bin police but for water) after them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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hippy'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011774496278739767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-1532278980874162120</id><published>2007-11-22T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T23:23:25.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Drugs Don't Work</title><content type='html'>i'm on so many pills, I'm beginning to resemble a chemist.&lt;br /&gt;or an ecstasy dealer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see, i've got antibiotics for the sinus infection, panadol for the fever, demazin to stop me from getting dizzy and nasal spray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can probably guess from my list of drugs, I'm not feeling too great.&lt;br /&gt;my head feels like a rock, i'm tired and i randomly keep getting hot.&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;so i've been on a steady diet of pills and dr phil.&lt;br /&gt;dr phil is one of my favorite shows.&lt;br /&gt;he's not as cool as dr who.&lt;br /&gt;dr who has a sonic screwdriver.&lt;br /&gt;dr phil just has a tv studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really miss jerry springer and Rikki lake.&lt;br /&gt;"go rikki, go rikki, go rikki"&lt;br /&gt;"jerry, jerry, jerry"&lt;br /&gt;i don't know which one i like more.&lt;br /&gt;bother are trashy and funny.&lt;br /&gt;dr phil is funny as well.&lt;br /&gt;there was a chick on today who was racist against African-Americans.&lt;br /&gt;except she was black as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does anyone else remeber the show funny bones?&lt;br /&gt;i rediscovered it on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;it's awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-1532278980874162120?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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/&gt;instead of spraying global-warming-causing amounts of fly spray on them, which only starts working after 15 minutes, and they buzz around like mad while they're dying, you can use my environmentally friendly solution(well most of the time, anyway): Peter Garret.&lt;br /&gt;Well, more specifically, dancing like Peter Garret.&lt;br /&gt;there is no way flies will be able to land on you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RPg_P9vU0Wg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RPg_P9vU0Wg&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-1712475113035571252?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201378891527930552.post-7009311545093737336</id><published>2007-11-18T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T01:44:43.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>somebody has issues...</title><content type='html'>confidence issues.&lt;br /&gt;we all have them.&lt;br /&gt;and if you say you don't,you're a liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not people's confidence issues that annoy me. i really couldn't care less.&lt;br /&gt;but it's how people go about them that pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;why do people think that putting others down will solve all their problems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day, a girl who is very good trying at to bring people down to her level, told me i was fat.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know whether to laugh or cry.&lt;br /&gt;i might be fat, but at least I'm not so miserable i resort to stupid insults.&lt;br /&gt;seriously though, if your going to insult people at least make it interesting.&lt;br /&gt;include some sarcasm or make a little witty, or i don't know, use big words and confuse them.&lt;br /&gt;but "you're fat" is like the equivalent of saying "I'm a moron." which you probably are, but you can at least pretend you're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do whatever you want with your problems. Write them postcards, give them names, hell even cook them dinner.&lt;br /&gt;just don't go around pointlessly insulting people, because the only person that will come out looking like an idiot is you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-7009311545093737336?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/7009311545093737336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=7009311545093737336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201378891527930552/posts/default/7009311545093737336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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from them?&lt;br /&gt;because i don't.&lt;br /&gt;i think i had harder classes in year one...and i think that was because my teacher noticed i could read novels(the first one was a famous five book with a bit of help from mum).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't thing she quite realizes that reading in class the the only thing that prevents my from attacking my wrists with pair of safety scissors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-6146424407155802898?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/6146424407155802898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4201378891527930552&amp;postID=6146424407155802898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;blogging is really quite a funny concept, if you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;posting random thoughts, stories and opinions on the internet for all the world to see, even if nobody does.&lt;br /&gt;it's incredibly pointless, but i like to do it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anyone has any suggestions on what i should write about or just wants to say hi/tell me to die a slow and painful death, leave a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also have blogs at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/gojubear"&gt;www.myspace.com/gojubear&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gojubear.spaces.live.com"&gt;http://gojubear.spaces.live.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201378891527930552-1911980209144458856?l=hastracesofnuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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