<?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-7115291</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:25:48.820+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Taz' Rantings</title><subtitle type='html'>Mmm Hmm That's Right!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazzaren.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115291/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazzaren.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Taz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01310751632290673160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/pUnKaLiCiOuS/Ades/23.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115291.post-110740436984626860</id><published>2005-02-03T15:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T15:19:29.846+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoops!</title><content type='html'>Ok, Well... to be perfectly honest, I forgot I even had this blog! And, right now, I can't be fagged writing anything too much, but to keep you all up to date a little bit, Christmas sucked, I went to the Big Day Out, and I got a car. Here is a photo of Miss Daisy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/pUnKaLiCiOuS/86e251eb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay... going now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115291-110740436984626860?l=tazzaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazzaren.blogspot.com/feeds/110740436984626860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115291&amp;postID=110740436984626860' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115291/posts/default/110740436984626860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115291/posts/default/110740436984626860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazzaren.blogspot.com/2005/02/whoops.html' title='Whoops!'/><author><name>Taz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01310751632290673160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/pUnKaLiCiOuS/Ades/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115291.post-110385252824322699</id><published>2004-12-24T13:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T12:46:06.403+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacmus Cheer</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok people! I know I made my Christmas post last night... but this is different. This is my Sacmus post. That's right, Sacmus. Don't question it, just bask in the glory that it Sacmus. And remember, it's not the presents that we should be thinking about on Sacmas day, we should be remembering the birth of Santa. Isn't that was Sacmas is all about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So, I'm here to wish you all a very &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/pUnKaLiCiOuS/merrysacmas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115291-110385252824322699?l=tazzaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazzaren.blogspot.com/feeds/110385252824322699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115291&amp;postID=110385252824322699' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115291/posts/default/110385252824322699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115291/posts/default/110385252824322699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazzaren.blogspot.com/2004/12/sacmus-cheer.html' title='Sacmus Cheer'/><author><name>Taz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01310751632290673160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/pUnKaLiCiOuS/Ades/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115291.post-110379913449488748</id><published>2004-12-23T21:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T21:52:14.493+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alright! Christmas is here.... and... I'm not liking it. It's not a real good time to be around my Mum right now... and Christmas just isnt the same without her running around covered in tinsel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Buuuuut... there is only ONE MONTH til Slipknot! Bow down to them people!!!!  &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSzeb044" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bow Down" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_32v.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSzeb044" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bow Down" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_32v.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;  That's all I really have to say!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Have a Merry Christmas everyone!  &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSzeb044" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Candy Cane 1" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/8/8_2_96.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSzeb044" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Christmas Tree" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/8/8_2_73.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSzeb044" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Christmas Snow" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/8/8_2_78v.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSzeb044" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Santa" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/8/8_2_57v.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSzeb044" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Elf" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/8/8_2_61v.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSzeb044" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Rudolph" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/8/8_2_88v.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSzeb044" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Rockette" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/8/8_2_60.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSzeb044" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Carolers" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/8/8_2_76v.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSzeb044" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Chimney Santa" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/8/8_2_94v.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSzeb044" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Santa's Sleigh" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/8/8_2_77v.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSzeb044" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Candy Cane Smiley" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/8/8_2_74v.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSzeb044" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Elf" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_15_3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSzeb044" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Santa" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_15_1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSzeb044" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Frosty" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_15_5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSzeb044" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Present" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_15_4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSzeb044" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Present" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_15_15.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSzeb044" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Reindeer" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_15_2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSzeb044" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Sledding" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_15_17.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSzeb044" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Santa Hat" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_15_6.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSzeb044" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Xmas Lights" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_15_11.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSzeb044" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mistletoe 1" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_15_13.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSzeb044" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Candy Cane 2" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_15_7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSzeb044" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Gingerbread" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_16_9.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSzeb044" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Santa's Cookies" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_15_16.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HOORAY FOR SMILEY CENTRAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb043_ZSzeb044" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb043&amp;amp;pp=ZSzeb044" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115291-110379913449488748?l=tazzaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazzaren.blogspot.com/feeds/110379913449488748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115291&amp;postID=110379913449488748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115291/posts/default/110379913449488748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115291/posts/default/110379913449488748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazzaren.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Taz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01310751632290673160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/pUnKaLiCiOuS/Ades/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115291.post-110254503677079834</id><published>2004-12-09T09:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T09:30:36.770+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I talked to Liam on the phone last night! I rang him after he finished work.. and I think I just about started crying when he answered! LOL... how stupid is that? It's been so long since we talked.. and I sorta just lost it. It was great though! We talked about anything and everything! And... as happy as I was that I got to talk to him... It sucked! He told me that he's definitely not going to the BDO... which means... I don't get to see him! I was sooooo looking forward to it! I wanna see the beard in person! lmao. Anywho... we (obviously) said goodnight... hung up... and then it hit me. I'm not over him. I honestly thought that I was. I mean.. well... not totally... but getting there! But as soon as I heard his voice it all came back! *sigh*. I hate when that happens! Ok... how often does THAT happen..? YOU SHUT UP! lmao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway... i think that I should go... because I still have to write my cheat sheet for maths... i have a test in 90 mins. So.. I shall write more after lunch.. when I get home. Toodle-oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115291-110254503677079834?l=tazzaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazzaren.blogspot.com/feeds/110254503677079834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115291&amp;postID=110254503677079834' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115291/posts/default/110254503677079834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115291/posts/default/110254503677079834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazzaren.blogspot.com/2004/12/happy.html' title='Happy'/><author><name>Taz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01310751632290673160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/pUnKaLiCiOuS/Ades/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115291.post-110228689619750076</id><published>2004-12-06T09:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T09:48:16.196+11:00</updated><title type='text'>JOSSIE!</title><content type='html'>There was a little Spanish flea&lt;br /&gt;A record star he thought he'd be&lt;br /&gt;He'd heard of singers like Beatles and Chipmonks he'd seen on tv!!&lt;br /&gt;Why not a little Spanish flea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115291-110228689619750076?l=tazzaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazzaren.blogspot.com/feeds/110228689619750076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115291&amp;postID=110228689619750076' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115291/posts/default/110228689619750076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115291/posts/default/110228689619750076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazzaren.blogspot.com/2004/12/jossie.html' title='JOSSIE!'/><author><name>Taz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01310751632290673160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/pUnKaLiCiOuS/Ades/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115291.post-110222709407005645</id><published>2004-12-05T16:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T17:13:18.206+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok... I'm sorry it has been so long since my last post, but I really haven't had the chance. For the last week, for example, I was in Glen Innes. Where, 1: I had no internet access, and 2: even if I had have, i wasn't really in the mood to go online and post on this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mum, dad and I went up to Glen on friday afternoon, because my Nan had gotten sicker. Anyway... she died on Saturday morning. Mum was a complete mess (understandably), so when Dad came back home to Coffs the next day, I stayed in Glen with Mum. Nan's funeral was on Wednesday, in Inverell, and after that, the 'wake' was out at my Aunty Patsie's house. If any of you know my family, you know that they are big drinkers. So, as you can imagine, there were plenty of drunken people stumbling around Patsie's yard. Kaitlyn and I chose to avoid this, by both staying inside, and going for drives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We went looking at Christmas lights... it was quite amusing! We were cruising around in this BEAST of a car... fuck it was hilarious. This is not the one that we were driving around... but similar. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/pUnKaLiCiOuS/subie.jpg" /&gt;. It's so funny! Kaitlyn was actually so embarrassed to be seen in it, that when we came to a roundabout, and 2 people that she knows were standing on the side of the road, she quickly tried to duck down to avoid being spotted. In doing this, she managed to slice her knee on something in the car, and was actually bleeding. Heh. Sorry Kaitlyn, but it was hilarious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The one (and only) good thing about my Nan dying, was that all the relatives that we never get to see, because they live in Sydney came up and were staying in town. One of Mum's cousins, Lisa, came up, with her 11wk old baby Riley. My GOD he's a cutie. And I HATE babies! There were so many chicks there, that everytime he needed to be fed, burped, have a nappy change or was being fussy, there were 50 million hands going up, and people rushing towards him. Mum, was the worst. Lisa put Riley down to sleep, and warned us that he would probably cry for a couple of minutes, but to just leave him, and he will go to sleep. Mum, of course couldn't control herself. Every time she heard him make a noise she was in the room as quick as a flash! It was funny! But I was quick to inform her that if she has another baby I will be forced to kill her! This is not only due to the fact that I don't wanna be stuck playing babysitter for the rest of my life, but because the spare room is right next door to me.. so that means that I would both have to be quiet all the time, and when the shit wakes up, *I* would be the one that has to get up and fix the fuckin thing. I THINK NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This weekend has been so boring! All I have been doing is homework. It stinks. I mean, I had to, because I had to catch up on the stuff I missed all of last week. I didn't realise how much maths I could do though. I thought that i would just what I can, and hope that they didn't cover too much nmore in class... but I swear I've done like a friggin years worth of maths. Stupid me. I didn't realise til i was finished... *sigh*. And english.. well... I just couldn't stop myself! We are doing poetry shit... and I just kept annotating! I think I have a problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Speaking of problems... is it possible to get addicted to putting hand cream stuff on? Because if it is, I think I am!! It's this vaseline intensive care stuff... and it comes in this semi-small bottle thingy.. and I'm flying through them! I keep it next to me when I'm on the computer, or doing homework or something, and every time I look at the thing, i put more on! I JUST DID IT AGAIN! Shoot me.... shoot me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway, i think I'm going to go. My parents and their friends that are down from Darwin have been gone since 9am.. and 8 hours later... they still aren't home. Mum better hurry up... She has to cook me dinner! *rubs tummy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115291-110222709407005645?l=tazzaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazzaren.blogspot.com/feeds/110222709407005645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115291&amp;postID=110222709407005645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115291/posts/default/110222709407005645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115291/posts/default/110222709407005645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazzaren.blogspot.com/2004/12/imagine.html' title='Imagine'/><author><name>Taz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01310751632290673160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/pUnKaLiCiOuS/Ades/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115291.post-110126804115439746</id><published>2004-11-24T14:44:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T14:47:21.153+11:00</updated><title type='text'>HOORAY!</title><content type='html'>I'm not going to say what today is, incase i get stabbed 11 times in the eye with a blunt chair... but... Jarryd.... I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115291-110126804115439746?l=tazzaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazzaren.blogspot.com/feeds/110126804115439746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115291&amp;postID=110126804115439746' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115291/posts/default/110126804115439746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115291/posts/default/110126804115439746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazzaren.blogspot.com/2004/11/hooray.html' title='HOORAY!'/><author><name>Taz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01310751632290673160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/pUnKaLiCiOuS/Ades/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115291.post-110111876867943561</id><published>2004-11-22T21:17:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T21:19:28.680+11:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW HOUSE! OH EM GEE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ok guys! I'm in my new house... it rocks. Also... My mum has gone. She is in Glen Innes... coz I think her mum is going to die soon. Buuuuuut.... on the bright side of life there is 60 days today til SLIPKNOT (and possibly Liam)... soooooo HOORAY! That is all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115291-110111876867943561?l=tazzaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazzaren.blogspot.com/feeds/110111876867943561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115291&amp;postID=110111876867943561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115291/posts/default/110111876867943561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115291/posts/default/110111876867943561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazzaren.blogspot.com/2004/11/new-house-oh-em-gee.html' title='NEW HOUSE! OH EM GEE!'/><author><name>Taz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01310751632290673160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/pUnKaLiCiOuS/Ades/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115291.post-110017102362934091</id><published>2004-11-11T21:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T22:03:43.630+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Jive Talkin'</title><content type='html'>Ok, now that I have calmed down quite a bit... I can explain what all that gibberish about SLIPKNOT was yesterday! I got a little bit excited when I found out that they have been confirmed for the Big Day Out tour. I mean.. how good is it? The first year that I am going to the Big Day Out... is the first year the rumours about Slipknot being on the bill come true! WOO HOO! SO... not only will I have a full day of shennanigans in the sun with my three favourite people in the world... we will get to be seeing all these amazing bands. It doesn't get much better than that. It just doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and I started to move stuff into our new house this afternoon. We couldn't stop smiling. It was fantastic. The house is GREAT! I have a whole section to myself... and when Nat, Nay &amp; Lala get here... a whole section with them! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh man... just as I get on a bit of a roll... I hafta go. Sorry guys... I will finish this off tomorrow. Probably... lol...  &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSzeb044" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Thumbs Up" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_2_25.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb045_ZSzeb044" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb045&amp;amp;pp=ZSzeb044" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115291-110017102362934091?l=tazzaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazzaren.blogspot.com/feeds/110017102362934091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115291&amp;postID=110017102362934091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115291/posts/default/110017102362934091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115291/posts/default/110017102362934091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazzaren.blogspot.com/2004/11/jive-talkin.html' title='Jive Talkin&apos;'/><author><name>Taz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01310751632290673160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/pUnKaLiCiOuS/Ades/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115291.post-110006347200842975</id><published>2004-11-10T15:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T21:47:15.176+11:00</updated><title type='text'>January 23rd 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Is going to be the BEST day of my life. I will be on the beauutiful Gold Coast, with my three best friends in the world. Not only that, we will be watching... dun dun DUNNNNN........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SLIPKNOT!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That's right people! We will get to see Slipknot live, along with a HOST of other amazing bands. Such as.... System Of A Down, The Music, The Chemical Brothers, The D4, Beastie Boys &amp; Hatebreed.... but... SLIPKNOT people! SLIPKNOT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ohh man... could i be any more excited? I think not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115291-110006347200842975?l=tazzaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazzaren.blogspot.com/feeds/110006347200842975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115291&amp;postID=110006347200842975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115291/posts/default/110006347200842975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115291/posts/default/110006347200842975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazzaren.blogspot.com/2004/11/january-23rd-2005.html' title='January 23rd 2005'/><author><name>Taz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01310751632290673160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/pUnKaLiCiOuS/Ades/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115291.post-109814484898643754</id><published>2004-10-19T09:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T11:40:41.926+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Houses</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My parents have finally made a decision people. SHOCK HORROR! They have bought a house. I know, I know, I told y'all that we bought one a few weeks back, but it all fell through. Heapsa shit was wrong with it, and they backed out. Anywho, they won't be doing that with this house, as they signed the contracts 5 days ago, and made the deposit this morning. WOO! It has 3 levels, and the bottom level is all TARYNATION. Hooray for being away from parents. There is even a balcony/verandah thing that comes off my section, that means I can sneak in and out SO EASILY! Will come in handy when Nat, Lala &amp; Renee are here I'm sure. It's quite a nice house, so it should be good. Check it out guys!&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/pUnKaLiCiOuS/House.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hooray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Can I ask you guys a question? Just how AWESOME are the Beatles? I had somewhat forgotten. Well, not forgotten, but I hadn't listened to them in SOOOOOO long, and then good ole Australian Idol had a Beatles theme for one of the shows a couple of weeks ago, and, well, now I'm hooked again. "Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where her wedding has been" DAMMIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was Wil's 18th yesterday, and well, the only present that he really got was the fact that Chanel was in the top 3 on Australian Idol last night. Which, is pretty lousy (Not the Chanel bit... don't shoot me yet Wil). I mean, it was his 18TH!!! It's just shithouse. I wish I could give you a present! Coz it must lick serious ass not getting anything. Hmm. Sorry man! I still luff you!! *kisses*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115291-109814484898643754?l=tazzaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazzaren.blogspot.com/feeds/109814484898643754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115291&amp;postID=109814484898643754' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115291/posts/default/109814484898643754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115291/posts/default/109814484898643754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazzaren.blogspot.com/2004/10/houses.html' title='Houses'/><author><name>Taz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01310751632290673160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/pUnKaLiCiOuS/Ades/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115291.post-109809846671255507</id><published>2004-10-18T20:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T21:21:06.713+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Australia</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;n Idol. haha. It sucks. Im so depressed right now! Poor lil Marty is gone! *sniff* It's so wrong... he's totally the best person on there (I know I'm retarded, blind AND deaf, but I luff him dammit!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ANYWAY! I said that I would update and I haven't (Sorry Nat! Posting Nazi!!). So here goes! Sian. I hate her. I honestly do. I have since the start, but since I love Nat so much (more than anyone in the world) I was HEAPS nice to her for so long. But I couldn't do it anymore. Anywho, Sian and I came to the conclusion that we hate each other. We were both fine with this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But, she has a very possessive personality. (Don't get mad Nat... I have told you all this before). Long story short, it has gotten to the stage that Renee, Lala &amp; Sian are fighting for Nat's time (You're so dang lovable hun!). Basically, all the little things have been boiling up inside 3 people and have all of a sudden melted together to make a very angry bunch. Not directly at Nat, but at the whole situation in general. I think everything is sorted out now. But you never really know. Right now, Lala's colon may be about to EXPLODE in a fit of rage... BOOM! Uh-Oh... messy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Look. I'm suddenly not in the right frame of mind to be writing this. I'm crying too much, and I cant think straight. Kat... I LOVE YOU! Please look after yourself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb048" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb048" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115291-109809846671255507?l=tazzaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazzaren.blogspot.com/feeds/109809846671255507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115291&amp;postID=109809846671255507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115291/posts/default/109809846671255507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115291/posts/default/109809846671255507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazzaren.blogspot.com/2004/10/australia.html' title='Australia'/><author><name>Taz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01310751632290673160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/pUnKaLiCiOuS/Ades/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115291.post-109766832875160337</id><published>2004-10-13T20:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T21:52:08.750+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Fighting with your friends SUCKS ASS. That's all there is to it. There is &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; good about it at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I will write more tomorrow... theres a lot to write... and im too sick and tired right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115291-109766832875160337?l=tazzaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazzaren.blogspot.com/feeds/109766832875160337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115291&amp;postID=109766832875160337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115291/posts/default/109766832875160337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115291/posts/default/109766832875160337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazzaren.blogspot.com/2004/10/fighting.html' title='Fighting'/><author><name>Taz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01310751632290673160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/pUnKaLiCiOuS/Ades/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115291.post-109624239958512964</id><published>2004-09-27T09:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T09:49:58.456+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My friends from Darwin that are reading this, will get a sense of Deja Vu here, because I'm sure you have all heard about this before. But to those that are new to my madness, this may shock and alarm you! (heh). Last night, for the third time, I had my AFI Dream. This dream takes place in the gymnasium at Dripstone High School. The gym is packed full of all the kids from my (old) school, and Adam Carson, Hunter (Burgan) &amp;amp; I are standing smack bang in the middle of them all. Davey Havok is sitting on a chair, in the middle of the stage, just staring at us all. Hunter is SCREAMING at me. It's a bit scary, but he is yelling at me because I apparently bit Adam on the arm. Davey, out of nowhere, bursts out laughing, and just won't stop. He has tears streaming down his bright red face. All of a sudden, Davey falls off the chair from laughing so hard, and there is this gigantic crash when he hits the stage floor. The next thing I know, there's this huge ass hole in the ceiling of the gym. Still.. no one is even looking at us. Then, Jade flies in through the hole in the roof, picks me up, and flies me home.&lt;br /&gt;That's it. How fuckin weird am I? Jeebus, sometimes I freak MYSELF out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House Hunting. It really should be illegal. my parents are too fuckin indecisive for this shit. They can't agree on ANYTHING and it's totally shitting me. Dad really likes this one house, but it's like $60,000 more than Mum wants to spend. But he doesn't care, he has his heart set on it. And then, me and Mum accidentally found this hella awesome house that has everything the one Dad likes has, and more, and its exactly the price mum wants to pay, and Dad won't even give it a chance. He is only going to go have a look at it coz Mum has been nagging. Fagmuffins on TOAST this guy's a faggot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have to go out to dinner tonight. I really don't want to. I want to stay at home and watch the Great Outdoors. I know this seems weird, but they are having some thing on Darwin. Some chick went there, and went to all the clubs... THROB haha... and yeah. I wanna watch it but noooooo I have to go out! &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Pulling My Hair Out" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/4/4_2_204v.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I'm angry. I best be going. I shall endeavour to write more shit some time in the next week. But that's only if I can be fagged.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115291-109624239958512964?l=tazzaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazzaren.blogspot.com/feeds/109624239958512964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115291&amp;postID=109624239958512964' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115291/posts/default/109624239958512964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115291/posts/default/109624239958512964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazzaren.blogspot.com/2004/09/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Taz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01310751632290673160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/pUnKaLiCiOuS/Ades/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115291.post-109516373943675182</id><published>2004-09-14T22:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T22:08:59.436+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They suck. That is all. HI RENEE!! *waves til arm falls off*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115291-109516373943675182?l=tazzaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazzaren.blogspot.com/feeds/109516373943675182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115291&amp;postID=109516373943675182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115291/posts/default/109516373943675182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115291/posts/default/109516373943675182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazzaren.blogspot.com/2004/09/exams.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>Taz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01310751632290673160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/pUnKaLiCiOuS/Ades/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115291.post-109498980682372897</id><published>2004-09-12T21:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T21:52:57.740+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is no secret to ANY of my friends (especially you Renee) in Darwin, that I am overly (and scarily) obsessed with music. For some reason I find it necessary to find out the most trivial things about all this weird music that I hate, and even more trivial things about the music that I love. Now, in Darwin, I don't think that there is anyone (that I know of anyway) that is the same as me in this sense. But here, it seems different. I can actually sit down, and have a perfectly normal conversation with the incredibly &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sexy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Courtney, including quotes from the ever wonderful Jade Puget. It's so amazing. And she is equally obsessed with SILVERCHAIR! This is the coolest thing! I mean, she knows EVERYTHING about them, like me. Sorry, I am just atsazed and amounded (love you Renee) that there is someone else out there that can appreciate great music the way I can. I am happy that I left the dents in Renees brain before I left Darwin... and she too will soon have the ability to do the same! And then she shall pass it on. It's the REAL circle of life people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I've come to the conclusion that the world sucks. I mean, this whole terrorism thing can suck my little toe! I hate this whole thing on the tv about the Jakarta bombing. And all the shit that went on about September 11 and the Bali bombings. I mean, sure, it sucks major ass that they happened, but putting it all over the TV for months and months on end just shits me. It just makes me angry that people in this world can be so cruel to one another. That school seige was a perfect example of this. Children dude. That's REALLY not cool. If you wanna make a point... protest. They all get put on the news if you get a big enough bunch of people together. Your cause will get televised. And nobody dies. Most of the time. I will leave it to the great Davey Havok to make my point "From what I've seen, I hate humanity!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Exams start tomorrow. Not for me, but for a lot of people. My first exam is on Tuesday. I am SO going to fail them all. But the good thing is, it doesnt matter if I do. The board of educatio nhas to take it into consideration that I moved from the NT to here, and we have been studying different things etc etc etc and basically, if I go and TRY and to the exams, I will have 'completed year 11'. So yay me! I can go there and sleep for the two hours. But the sucky thing is, you arent allowed to leave early. Stupid. You only have to wait 30 mins in Darwin. Oh how I miss the lazy NT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyways, I am off to search the internet for Plonker music. Oh how I miss them. So sign off... I shall leave you all with the wonderful lyrics by Sean The Bastard himself "Wanker Wanker, Oi! Oi! Oi!". Darwin really DOES belong to you Sean!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115291-109498980682372897?l=tazzaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazzaren.blogspot.com/feeds/109498980682372897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115291&amp;postID=109498980682372897' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115291/posts/default/109498980682372897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115291/posts/default/109498980682372897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazzaren.blogspot.com/2004/09/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Taz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01310751632290673160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/pUnKaLiCiOuS/Ades/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115291.post-109481284286181461</id><published>2004-09-10T20:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T20:40:42.860+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bands</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well! Hasn't this last week been eventful? I believe so. Not just for met either! My brother, who, as we all know, is still in Darwin (sniff) has just informed me that he is in a band. Now, this may not seem at all weird to people that don't know my brother, but, for those that do, don't feel bad... I laughed too! Just for the peopel that don't know him... Robert is a PHYSICAL type of person. Excellent at every sport that he tries. But, lets face it, I got all the musical talent genes in this family. And, to make matters worse, he is the singer. Now I KNOW that a few of you have been throught the TORTURE of being in his car, and being subjected to the horrid noise that he calls singing. Anyway, good luck to him! Just a side note, he was approached by some modeling agency chick, and is now getting at LEAST $90 p/hour AND he gets to keep the clothes. BASTARD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Also on the musical front, some of my new friends down here (Rhys, Ness, Heath) and 1 of their friends from Newcastle are in a band. They are called Morticia &amp; The Zombies. Anyway, they have a drumer now. His name is Johnathan Devoy, and he is the vocalist from JERK! OH EM GEE! That is so goddamn cool. Rhys is so happy too! It's rather cute. Tarra has jumped at the chance to be the "Band-Aid without the blow jobs". And Rhys is constantly making sure that they still need a keyboardist (whilst shaking his fist at Ness). Ness and I have had a great idea though, they can put him on stage, with the keyboard and everything, dress him all up... but then unplug the keyboard. He would be looking cool, and to the untrained eye it would look like he was actually HELPING, but he won't be! I like it. Oh yeah, I have a few pics of different people, if any of you are interested, let me know and I'll send them to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It is so cold here. I'm really not enjoying this weather AT ALL. Today wasnt too bad for the most part, but when that wind comes up... RUN. God it sucks. I am such a Darwin sook now. This one MORON, Tim, keeps going "Are you STILL cold?!" and is GENUINELY shocked. Mother-fucker this guy is retarded!! I dont even try and explain it to him anymore... I just yell "DARWIN!" in his face. Works most of the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;OOH! The football is on. I'm going to go and watch the Panthers kick the Dragons' asses! God this is hilarious. 24-0.. Stupid fuckin dragons. They need to DIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115291-109481284286181461?l=tazzaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazzaren.blogspot.com/feeds/109481284286181461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115291&amp;postID=109481284286181461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115291/posts/default/109481284286181461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115291/posts/default/109481284286181461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazzaren.blogspot.com/2004/09/bands.html' title='Bands'/><author><name>Taz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01310751632290673160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/pUnKaLiCiOuS/Ades/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115291.post-109464108238650632</id><published>2004-09-08T20:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T21:14:37.423+10:00</updated><title type='text'>AFI Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;OK! Wellz, all you Darwin people will know that I am overly proud of my AFI shirts, and wear them with pride. Well, I arrived at school yesterday morning, only to find that Rhys, Courtney and Tully are all wearing AFI shirts also. My eyes have been opened to a little thing called AFI TUESDAY! So funny. These people kick so much ass guys! Just about everyone that I have met at this school does. Rhys &amp; Courtney especially. They are just awesome. Something about them. Certain things that they do, remind me of every single one of my best friends up North. Scary. But cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I just had one of the WEIRDEST conversations I have ever had. My history teacher from Darwin (Ms Herrod) was on MSN... and knows about my piercing. As if that wasn't enough, since I am now considered and EX student, she feels that she can tell me about these creepy guys that are magnetised to her. One guy told her that he was Jesus. Another compared her toa a piece of toast and wanted to lick her armpit. She is going to KILL me for posting this, but hey. I'll get over it I'm sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am going back to Glen Innes not this weekend, but NEXT weekend. Should be good. I might actually get to SEE some people this time. w00t. Spend some time with Robert. Hes such a cutie! Gotta love him! And his obsession with chocolate mousse from KFC. Haha. I will be sure to write all about it when I get back to Coffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;OH! Have you guys seen the movie Mean Girls? It's so the best! If you have, you will appreciate this "YOUR MOTHER'S CHEST HAIR!". Sorry, but I had to say it. It's even in my screen name. It's the funniest line from that movie. I think I am going to have to go over to Rhys' house and watch it. Hilarious. For all that haven't yet seen it, GO GET IT NOW! Download it if you have to! It's so great. That and Almost Famous. Both kick ass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Man... I totally have nothing to say. I'm gonna quit. G'night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;LOVE YA RENEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115291-109464108238650632?l=tazzaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazzaren.blogspot.com/feeds/109464108238650632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115291&amp;postID=109464108238650632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115291/posts/default/109464108238650632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115291/posts/default/109464108238650632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazzaren.blogspot.com/2004/09/afi-tuesday.html' title='AFI Tuesday'/><author><name>Taz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01310751632290673160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/pUnKaLiCiOuS/Ades/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115291.post-109438487714478325</id><published>2004-09-06T14:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T00:18:45.066+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Piercing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well! Here we go! Thanks go out to Jarryd for insisting that I do this! It better be a good stress relief like he says!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So, as we all know, just over a week ago, my family packed up and made the move from the Territory BACK to NSW, and I am currently sitting in my new house in Coffs Harbour. It is so weird being all the way down here. I was saying to Mum earlier, that I still have the feeling, that if I get up and dial Liam's phone number, we can chat for a while, and then decide that I am going over to his house to watch a KoRn DVD. I am such a tool. I have been here for a little while now, and I am still feeling like i could walk to Liam's. Umm NO. Not to keen on the idea of walking through a couple of deserts right at the moment. Sorry! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The good thing about being here, is that I am reasonably close to Glen Innes. In fact, on Friday afternoon, after I got home from school (more on that later) my parents and I drove the 2.5 hours to Glen, and spent the weekend there. It was OK I guess. I mean, I spent the weekend with Kaitlyn, which is cool, but Kaitlyn is basically the only person that I spent time with. Only family members this weekend. I went down and met my new little cousin James when we got into town. He is so goddamn cute. I have a photo of him that I'm sure most of you will see, since I have been sending it to just about everyone! Tee Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hmm what's new? OH YEAH! You may be wondering about the title of this post... WELL! I got me one! That's right! I finally went out and got what I have been wanting for ages! Unfortunately it isn't my lip that I am talking about. I got my nipple pierced. I am not sure how many of you are going to get grossed out by this, but I know that there are a few people that are quite interested! So, as a lot of you know, I am a pain freak. I LOVE IT! Good pain that is. Not the pain that you get when you break your arm! The pain you get when you're having REALLY good sex and the person you're with bites you. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HARD&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;That&lt;/em&gt; pain rocks. At the moment, I have a Belly Button bar in there. It has a skull on it, that GLOWS IN THE DARK! So awesome! I strongly reccommend you all go out and do it RIGHT NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So, obviously, I have had to start at a new school. The first one I went to LICKED (Sorry Andrew, but it sucks). Now, I am at the Senior College here. It is a Senior College, TAFE and Uni all on the one campus. Very cool indeed. There is also no uniform at this place, so it was sort of like going back to Darwin! Except for the fact that it is FREEZING cold! But, I was sitting in Ancient History, and these to Goth kids walk in. I, of course, immediately think that they are awesome! But, when they start talking to me about my shirt (Good ole Manson) I was totally freaked out! They are so incredibly cool that it was sort of shocking! Oh yeah, 'They' are Rhys and Ness. They, and all their friends are hella awesome, and when you lazy bitches come down and meet them, I'm sure you will think the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ok, well this is hella long now so I'm gonna cruise. Hopefully I won't forget about this thing, and keep it up to date. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115291-109438487714478325?l=tazzaren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tazzaren.blogspot.com/feeds/109438487714478325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115291&amp;postID=109438487714478325' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115291/posts/default/109438487714478325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115291/posts/default/109438487714478325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tazzaren.blogspot.com/2004/09/piercing.html' title='Piercing'/><author><name>Taz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01310751632290673160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/pUnKaLiCiOuS/Ades/23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry></feed>
