<?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-5902984</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:56:41.591+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything I Hate</title><subtitle type='html'>From the shameful rhetoric of the Left to the vomitous colour that is yellow, I hate them all.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</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>238</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-112098352251197662</id><published>2005-07-10T18:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T18:18:42.516+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*sigh*I watched, broken hearted, as those who have lost mourned for their dead. The flowers lined the stations where the attacks had occurred, people distraught, in tears.I watched on as those who know not the fate of their love ones fought back their tears and attempted to regain composure. My mother could have died. My cousins, my friends, my loved ones who live in London could have been among </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/112098352251197662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/112098352251197662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112098352251197662' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-111882745598694355</id><published>2005-06-15T19:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T19:24:15.990+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ARRRGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I knew there was a good reason for why I always have headphones in my ears or why I'm always reading whilst tramming to and from school: TO BLOCK OUT THE STUPIDITY OF THE OUTSIDE WORLD!Imagine this: A stuffy, sonorous interior of a tram stuffed full with talkative highschool students. Imagine listening to the conversations going on around you and imagine what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111882745598694355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111882745598694355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111882745598694355' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-111797242091625088</id><published>2005-06-05T19:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T21:53:40.980+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Physics 101 Physics unit three exam tomorrow, urgh. I'm not suppose to be online, but I've had it up to here with physics. I can safely say I'm saturated with motion in one and two dimensions. I even took a walk so I could make little observations in my head. Well, this is basically my excuse for coming online, that and I missed Glenn.Basic motionWe all know the good old speed=distance/time thing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111797242091625088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111797242091625088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111797242091625088' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-111719079532659625</id><published>2005-05-27T20:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T20:46:35.330+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An insignificant thread in the tapestry of life...Just another asian, like every other asian. I have brown eyes, I have deep brown hair...like every other asian. I have about the same skin colour as every other asian. Oh how damn boring. What does that say about we asians? Could this be due to centuries of inbreeding(notice my lack of capitalisation of the A in asian)? Then again, I'm not alone. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111719079532659625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111719079532659625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111719079532659625' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-111666312130683508</id><published>2005-05-21T18:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T18:12:01.310+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hellohttp://www.nationalreview.com/books/vuoto200505200839.aspThat above article is book review. The book is about the wage gap between the genders and how it is the way is it.Personally, I agree. It's an unfair world, I know, to have to give up a high paying job to be a mother, but it's the way things are. If women want good pay, work in science. I'm planning to work in science so I can have the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111666312130683508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111666312130683508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111666312130683508' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-111613510722540979</id><published>2005-05-15T15:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T15:31:47.230+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok...Thank you, Glenn, for contributing to this discussion. First off, I want to say, I wrote a 10 page english essay on "Breaker Morant" for the exam on Thursday, and I am so drained I don't even think I'll survive this week.Ok, PLC shop ripped me off. I got the bill for my school fees and stuff I purchased at PLC shop. According to the bill, I bought a TRACK JACKET for $110 fucking dollars, and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111613510722540979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111613510722540979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111613510722540979' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-111613277506072933</id><published>2005-05-15T14:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T14:52:55.066+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Glenn here.Lydia asked me to post something regarding anti-Americanism about a month ago, and it's taken my lazy-ass this long to get around to doing it.  Also, since that time, I started reading (and am currently about halfway through) Of Paradise and Power by Robert Kagan, a former U.S. State Department official during the 1980s.Kagan's thesis basically boils down to this: While Europe has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111613277506072933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111613277506072933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111613277506072933' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-111597587488406086</id><published>2005-05-13T19:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T19:17:54.890+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>find your elementat mutedfaith.com.But...But I have issues with time!What Type of Villain are You?mutedfaith.com.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111597587488406086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111597587488406086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111597587488406086' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-111588687392649418</id><published>2005-05-12T18:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T18:34:33.933+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your #1 Match: ISTPThe MechanicYou are calm and collected, even in the most difficult of situations.A person of action and self-direction, you love being independent.To outsiders yous eem impulsive, surprising, and unpredictable.You are good at understanding how all things work, except for people.You would make an excellent pilot, forensic pathologist, or athlete.Your #2 Match: INTPThe ThinkerYou</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111588687392649418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111588687392649418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111588687392649418' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-111588634975457971</id><published>2005-05-12T18:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T18:25:49.760+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Belong in the UKBlimey!A little proper, a little saucy.You're so witty and charming...No one notices your curry breathWhat English Speaking Country Do You Belong In?Wooo! I'm a pome!Oh shit, have to do physics! Good bye!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111588634975457971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111588634975457971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111588634975457971' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-111588620096163567</id><published>2005-05-12T18:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T18:23:21.046+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are A Fir TreeYou love anything beautiful, and you have extraordinary taste.And while it's hard for you to trust, you care deeply for those close to you.You are a social butterfly, and you have many friends.You handle stress well - and you are a master at relaxing after a hard day.Overall, you are modest, talented, unselfish, and very reliable.What is Your Celtic Horoscope?*attempts to stifle</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111588620096163567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111588620096163567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111588620096163567' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-111588503406819001</id><published>2005-05-12T18:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T18:03:54.073+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Taste in Music:Heavy Metal: Highest InfluenceAlternative Rock: Medium InfluenceClassic Rock: Medium Influence80's Pop: Low Influence80's R&amp;B: Low Influence80's Rock: Low Influence90's Alternative: Low Influence90's Rock: Low InfluenceHair Bands: Low InfluenceProgressive Rock: Low InfluencePunk: Low InfluenceSka: Low InfluenceHow's Your Taste in Music?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111588503406819001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111588503406819001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111588503406819001' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-111554798303566021</id><published>2005-05-08T20:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T20:26:23.040+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stupid tough strings on that bloody acoustic guitar!Ouch, don't ever try playing that riff on an acoustic, sounds nice, but it HURTS. Anyway, Glenn has yet to contribute to my discussion. Someone is being lazy. *tut tut*. again, I'm pissed off. Why? My fingers hurt. It's my fault. Not just that, I'm a really bad musician. I'm really, really, terribly bad. This is depressing. Depressing, because I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111554798303566021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111554798303566021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111554798303566021' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-111546152503048259</id><published>2005-05-07T20:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T20:25:25.036+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So bored with normality.Am I the only person who feels this way? World weary, tireless, bored. I'm sick of human beings, so much so that I no longer even find attractive people (the people I find attractive) attractive let alone acknowledge their existence. Nothing amuses me anymore. People are just people. I use to love looking at weird animals, but now I know, animals are boring. Well, earth </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111546152503048259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111546152503048259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111546152503048259' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-111450632686331295</id><published>2005-04-26T18:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T19:05:26.863+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-Important-Those who are planning to do medicine in any of the major universities in Australia must take the UMAT (Undergraduate Medicine and Health Sciences Admission Test).The test is on July 27th. Sign up NOW in you want to get your practice test on time. The admission fee is $140. Go to http://www.acer.edu.au/tests/university/umat/intro.html  for details, and don't forget to download the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111450632686331295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111450632686331295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111450632686331295' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-111382505581726648</id><published>2005-04-18T21:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T21:50:55.820+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Breaker Morant, Specialist Mathematics and Anti-Americanism.What an uneventful day it has turned out to be. Watched a shoddy copy of Breaker Morant. Absorbed nothing but the grease and saturated fat of our overly cheesy nacho cheese. Talked, slobbered and flolloped. When Kylie and Jenny left, Bell and I started on Maths. I did Spesh, she did Methods, we were both working on our assignment, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111382505581726648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111382505581726648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111382505581726648' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-111373760221304779</id><published>2005-04-17T20:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T21:33:22.213+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmmm...What the fuck is wrong with me? No, honestly, why did I spend a total of 9 hours today playing adventure quest? I earned 10 000 gold to buy me a stupid spell that drained me of 300 manapoints everytime I used it! I don't have that much to spare!! &gt;&lt; ARGH! The futility of it all!Pain...yes, pain. I did stupid calf exercises which left me in pain for 3 days after, and today, I started </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111373760221304779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111373760221304779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111373760221304779' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-111338733333016091</id><published>2005-04-13T20:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T20:15:33.330+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*zzzzzzzzz*Bleh, I feel groggy, must be all the spesh maths. Don't you hate it when you've resolved to do all this work in one day and you don't quite meet expectations? Well, yeah, I've been having a lot of those lately.Physics, I have a love hate relationship with physics. I love it, but I hate it! Enough said.Blahh....I really can't be bothered to make intelligent comments today. I haven't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111338733333016091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111338733333016091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111338733333016091' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-111338434808820670</id><published>2005-04-13T19:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T19:25:48.086+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mr. Bolt, I salute you. You have, once again, hit the nail on the head with this issue.http://www.heraldsun.news.com.au/common/story_page/0,5478,12835371%255E25717,00.htmlI am not a catholic, in fact, I'm not even religious, but I believe to accuse the Pope of killing "thousands" is the most slanderous bullplop to come from the left since...well, since when has the left ever not spin bullplop? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111338434808820670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111338434808820670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111338434808820670' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-111311238626014078</id><published>2005-04-10T15:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T15:53:06.276+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hah! debate time! This debate can be found on http://www.frontpagemag.com/Articles/ReadArticle.asp?ID=17650Bérubé vs. Horowitz: Is the Left in Bed With Terrorists?  By Jamie GlazovFrontPageMagazine.com | April 8, 2005A Conversation with the Left About DiscoverTheNetwork.org IntroductionDavid Horowitz’s new database DiscoverTheNetwork.org presents itself as a “guide to the political left.” In less</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111311238626014078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111311238626014078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111311238626014078' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-111296560280850244</id><published>2005-04-08T22:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T23:06:42.810+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YAY!Yes! 2 weeks off! TWO WEEKS!! With probably about 1 day spent catching up on set work, 2 days spent making revision notes for Chem and physics, 3 days doing practice exams for chem and physics, and a day just studying in general...oh fucking great, this is making me so depressed I can't even begin to describe it. Stupid physics, chem and methods Sac on first week back...&gt;&lt; &gt;&lt; &gt;&lt; &gt;&lt; </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111296560280850244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111296560280850244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111296560280850244' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-111252187736598421</id><published>2005-04-03T19:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T19:51:17.366+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Laziness OverdoseHmmm, I don't know why, but lately, I've been painfully lazy and apathetic. Starting from monday, I have a Chem Prac, an English Sac on tuesday, an English Sac on wednesday, and a Methods SAC on...on..Thursday! That's it! Instead of studying, like I should have been, I was playing that stupid Adventure Quest crap! GAHH!!!!!! IT'S STUPID AND ADDICTIVE! Ok, so I finished my cheat </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111252187736598421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111252187736598421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111252187736598421' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-111190997620842686</id><published>2005-03-27T17:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T17:52:56.210+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*Urp* Oh, excuse me.Hmmm, what did I get up to today? I made little study cards for Chem. It was utterly productive, but I still haven't learnt anything. I guess this subject bores me way too much, but at least I'm not falling asleep during chemistry like last year.I made a massive pot of hot and sour soup, with lily bulbs, and black fungus. Yummo! Extra chilli and extra vinegar to make it that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111190997620842686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111190997620842686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111190997620842686' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-111175229804548752</id><published>2005-03-25T23:04:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T23:04:58.050+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your a wind Dragon! Hey, you, the smartest dragonof the branch. You love reading and writing,but are quite shy. Your IQ is probably sky-highand your stories can win trophies. Your notvery good in sports, or maybe you are, and justnot inrested.. You are very wise, smart, andkind. What elemental dragon are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111175229804548752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111175229804548752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111175229804548752' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-111174609164063800</id><published>2005-03-25T20:28:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T21:21:31.646+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A persuasive essay arguing against people contributing 5 dollars to Lydia's formal Ticket.It has come to my attention that my cohorts are conspiring, against my wishes, to take me to the year twelve formal. I had always called their bluff, relying on their laziness and forgetfulness to just work in my favour so I can save money, and a few hours of my life doing nothing, yet something more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111174609164063800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111174609164063800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111174609164063800' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-111123369154234092</id><published>2005-03-19T22:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T23:01:31.543+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1. YOUR PORN STAR NAME (First Pet / Street You Live On): Daisy Drive2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME (Favourite Snack Food / Grandfather's First Name): Pocky Chu3. YOUR FASHION DESIGNER NAME (First Word You See On Your Left / Favourite Restaurant): Organization Sakura4. EXOTIC FOREIGNER ALIAS (Favourite Spice / Last Foreign Vacation Spot): Chilli England5. SOCIALITE ALIAS (Silliest Childhood Nickname / </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111123369154234092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111123369154234092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111123369154234092' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-111114218715660207</id><published>2005-03-18T21:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T21:36:27.156+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blah blah blahOk, how goes my life? Well, like the average life of a none average neoconservative, trekkie, it's been going....ok. Did my English oral, screwed up big time because I delievered my speech at light speed, stumbling on every second word. Got praised by Environment captain though, considering my topic was "Australia made the right choice not to ratify the Kyoto protocol". Well...hmm, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111114218715660207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111114218715660207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111114218715660207' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-111009236284093263</id><published>2005-03-06T17:44:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T17:59:22.840+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bloody Hell!Jesus, I want to change this layout! I hate this layout! I HATE THIS FUCKING LAYOUT! Why don't i know how to change a layout? *cries*Anyway, I've done my English analysis thingy on a persuasive article. I'm dead, my oral is next week, no, not this week, next week...yes, that's right...and I'm dead. DEAD DEAD DEAD! Look, if the topics weren't so narrow, I wouldn't be so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111009236284093263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111009236284093263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111009236284093263' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-111002272987110100</id><published>2005-03-05T22:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T22:38:49.873+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*sigh* That time of month again, feeling more depressed and angry then usual.I hate English; stupid subject.Anyway, what am I to do? Medicine? Engineering? Beauty therapy?How about I do nothing? How about I just run away and die? Well...not die, but just run away and live in a cave, like Arthur Dent. He had it good.But hey, we can't always have it our way.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111002272987110100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/111002272987110100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111002272987110100' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-110966087818706434</id><published>2005-03-01T17:33:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T18:07:58.190+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Abort this!Oh! OHHHH!!! 100 000 abortions a year? Big fucking deal! I can't believe this stupid abortion debate is being brought up, can't believe we have to fucking study it. What is there to debate? My opinions are this, if you're a stupid nit when it comes to sex and contreception, simple, either ask your mommy for advice, or DON'T HAVE SEX. Teenage abortions are increasing. Why am I not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110966087818706434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110966087818706434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110966087818706434' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-110939424638184929</id><published>2005-02-26T15:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T16:04:06.383+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Busted Knee &gt;&lt;Argh! No good! I over did it today! Ok, this is what happened. I went jogging yesterday, three and a half times around the park, no problemo, so I foolishly thought I could try the same again this time....BAD BAD BAD! I started jogging this morning at around 9:45, my first round was really tiring, second round was even worst, and my third round was murder! I could feel my heart </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110939424638184929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110939424638184929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110939424638184929' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-110877959837370404</id><published>2005-02-19T13:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T13:19:58.376+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello!I'm back, once again, to annoy the hell out of the lefties, and Europeans.http://www.nationalreview.com/europress/boyles200502181305.asp Great article about all of Europe's problems! Hah! And you thought the US was bad.http://www.nationalreview.com/murdock/murdock200502180737.asp It's written by a black republican, about how the democrats have treated black people over the course of a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110877959837370404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110877959837370404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110877959837370404' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-110818811456062738</id><published>2005-02-12T16:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T17:01:54.563+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Buzz.Ever get that feeling after a lot of exercise where your limbs are pleasantly tingling all over and you're in a state of euphoria? Well, I think I just had one of those experiences today when I went out jogging. I planned to only jog around once and walk five times, but it turned out, as I started jogging, that I had enough energy to go another round, and another round, and yeah...I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110818811456062738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110818811456062738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110818811456062738' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-110766242317786684</id><published>2005-02-06T14:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T15:00:23.176+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BlehFInished all my work. No homework. I even started collecting links and stuff for English. I'll be doing childhood obesity, since people keep saying it's an issue. I'm sore. I did a lot of exercise today...ate a lot of lunch...now I'm going to pass out...Ok, not that tired, I'm just...bored. Severely bored. What to do? I'm tempted to eat, but I've already had a massive lunch with mango, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110766242317786684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110766242317786684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110766242317786684' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-110766198135204626</id><published>2005-02-06T14:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T14:53:01.353+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NEVER vote Labor.Stupid communists have no right to cut down on fast food ads unless they intend to do the same with all other ads. What am I on about, you say? Labor and their so-called solutions for childhood obesity. John Howard was right, the government has NO RIGHT to interfere on this issue. Parents have the full control over what their children eat and do, and studies have already shown </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110766198135204626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110766198135204626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110766198135204626' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-110759532546136933</id><published>2005-02-05T20:18:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T20:22:05.460+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WEEKEND!Saturday! ^^ I'm very pleased with myself. Finished SM at 12am (midnight) sometime this early morning, finished everything else but English and Chem at 11am. Went for a run, and ladeeda. English I have ages yet. Chem...well, I sorta left my work book at school, and also, i wasn't set anything...hmm...How was my first week back at school? Brilliant! Not one complication thus far! My </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110759532546136933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110759532546136933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110759532546136933' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-110725156773747578</id><published>2005-02-01T20:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T20:17:50.476+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ARRGHH!!!First day back at school, and in year 12. It was a good thing I was with Kirsten after house meeting because she wanted to go towards the year 11 corridors. "Oh yeah! We're in year 12 now" replied poor kirsten. *shakes head* It's true, year 12. It's..it's weird! WAHH!Ok, the bitches and hoes stole the common room and turned it into a brothel, icky, they can keep their brothel, *</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110725156773747578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110725156773747578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110725156773747578' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-110716525123484088</id><published>2005-01-31T20:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T20:54:11.236+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SchoolWAAHHHH!!! I HATE SCHOOL! T_T. I can't believe it, the holidays' gone! GONE! I barely had time to relax, and now i must endure once again the pain of school...but instead of whining away like the French, I'll make use of my last year at high school.Ok, lets see, my first plan would be to invade the common room and become dictator. I haven't got the robot ants yet, but I have some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110716525123484088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110716525123484088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110716525123484088' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-110706290721954009</id><published>2005-01-30T16:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T16:28:27.220+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WEIRD!I went for a lovely long stroll and a run today, but along the way, I met with a perculiar encounter which went like this:ME: *Having a lovely warm up stroll in the park*GUY: *Rides up alongside on bike* Hi.ME: Hi. *still walking*GUY *still riding, lets a second of silence pass* What's your name?ME: Lydia.GUY: My name's Chris.ME: Nice to meet you, Chris. *carries on walking*GUY: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110706290721954009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110706290721954009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110706290721954009' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-110698040970483269</id><published>2005-01-29T17:29:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T17:36:04.990+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>QUIZ TIME! href='http://www.kwiz.biz/showquiz.php?quizid=34' target='_new' style='text-decoration: none;'&gt;Which Random Image are you?Name: Age: Favorite Color You are: This fun quiz by Reaper - Taken 285215 Times.New - Dating Advice written by YOU! href='http://www.kwiz.biz/showquiz.php?quizid=372' target='_new' style='text-decoration: none;'&gt;Which Sin Are You?Name DOB Favourite </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110698040970483269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110698040970483269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110698040970483269' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-110672254527997009</id><published>2005-01-26T17:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T17:55:45.280+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Australia Day!!Perfect weather for having a barby, hey, you won't even need fire, just leave a piece of tin foil out there and there's your hot plate!Grrr, stupid hot weather stymied my attempt at fitness. Stupid stupid stupid HOT WEATHER! ARRRGHHH SZFLJXZFLKZXPOEBM! Ok, I finished my physics, Methods, Spesh and Chem stuff...what I do now? *sits and ponders*. Ah yes, I found that 99 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110672254527997009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110672254527997009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110672254527997009' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-110664645171396674</id><published>2005-01-25T20:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T20:47:31.713+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Writing songs.I have a love hate relationship with song writing. When you're in the mood, it's easy as shit, and you get such a great buzz especially when you have kick ass lyrics...however, organizing it is such a biznatch, the actual musical arrangement. &gt;&lt; I also hate how that sometimes, when you have this really good tune in your head, and you made it up just like that, but then, you hear a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110664645171396674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110664645171396674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110664645171396674' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-110639158570829850</id><published>2005-01-22T21:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T21:59:45.706+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In the year 2005 I resolve to:Get the chick next door pregnant.Get your resolution here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110639158570829850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110639158570829850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110639158570829850' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-110639076407047681</id><published>2005-01-22T21:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T21:46:37.036+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>let's see:your name do you smoke? YesNoOccasionallydo you drink? YesNoOccasionallystronger drugs? YesNoOccasionallyyour favourite activity you are An undiscovered geniusyou wish you were On holidayyou hope It's not too latepeople think you are Niceintelligent people though, think you are Cutebut, really, you're just A wild horseThis cool quiz by apistrakus - Taken 89732 Times.New! Get Free </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110639076407047681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110639076407047681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110639076407047681' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-110619707606661381</id><published>2005-01-20T15:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T15:57:56.066+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Grimms fairytales*shudders* Some of the most gruesome and horrific reading material yet. Honestly, all these scary wizards and robbers hacking beautiful maidens to bits and eating them, a mother who chopped her stepson's head off, honestly, this shit is scary as hell, I can't believe they're for little children...however, I enjoy it thoroughly; me and my sick mind.Hmmm, I'm feeling really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110619707606661381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110619707606661381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110619707606661381' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-110604172948645479</id><published>2005-01-18T20:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T20:48:49.486+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Swallowing my tears...Armand again, I typed his name "Armand Luke Frickey" into google, and came up with this article:http://www.pigstye.net/iraq/article.php/20050110045931857My heart goes out to you, Nikki, and thank you for the heart breaking news...Oh jesus, I still can't believe it, this is just painful. I remember one time, well, the first time I heard his voice. He spoke into a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110604172948645479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110604172948645479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110604172948645479' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-110586697318715834</id><published>2005-01-16T20:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T20:16:13.186+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Carpal Tunnel Syndrome (sp?)Ouch, my first ever game on the X-Box, and I already have CTS. My left thumb is as sore as hell! Ninja Garden's a great game, I died 2 seconds away from sanctuary, damnit! This is annoying as heck. My second time round, I sucked due to the poor action of my thumb. *sigh* No more games for me til thumb gets well again. I should really stop overdoing it. *sigh* What </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110586697318715834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110586697318715834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110586697318715834' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-110577739409982018</id><published>2005-01-15T19:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T19:23:14.100+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Farewell, Armand. You were a great friend, there for me in my time of need, someone I could really relate to. You made me laugh, gave me comfort, and you were my best friend. I'm really going to miss you...Glenn said you were a brave man, you who fought and died for your country, a man with a good heart. You will be missed by all those who know of you...infact, I missed you, ever since the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110577739409982018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110577739409982018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110577739409982018' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-110568917190782655</id><published>2005-01-14T18:48:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T18:52:51.906+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Armand...I have a friend, Armand, who I've known since...it's so long ago now, I don't remember how long exactly. We met on the Robocop forum, we were like brother and sister until he joined the Army and I hardly heard from him since.Today, I received an email from his wife Nikki who informed me of his death whilst in combat on the 6th of January, 9 am Baghdad time...I'm numb and in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110568917190782655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110568917190782655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110568917190782655' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-110524325060008932</id><published>2005-01-09T14:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T15:00:50.600+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another dayI hate this stupid blog layout! HATE HATE HATE! When am I going to get a new one? When can I stop complaining? NEVER! Not until I get a new blog layout!Anyway, went for a really long walk and a really short jog today. My third day in a row. I really hate how my fat wobbles when I jog, it really hurts! Stupid fat stomach.What can I complain about today? Oooh, I got sunburnt...ON </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110524325060008932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110524325060008932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110524325060008932' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-110518687009446934</id><published>2005-01-08T23:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T23:21:10.096+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are Kaoru. Which Dir en grey Member Are You? brought to you by QuizillaWOOOT! I'm the guitarist! ^^</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110518687009446934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110518687009446934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110518687009446934' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-110517170499279341</id><published>2005-01-08T18:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T19:08:24.993+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Forcing women to fight in the army?Look, I know I want to join the army reserve and all, and would like combat training, but the main reason I want to join, is to have a secure career in engineering. That and also, I happen to really love this country.Should women be allowed to join the men in combat roles? Hmm, in Australia, no. I agree with that, whole heartedly, eventhough I'm female, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110517170499279341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110517170499279341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110517170499279341' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-110516378290268620</id><published>2005-01-08T16:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T16:56:22.903+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What do people really think about you? by Raven319NameAgefavorite songParents thinkYou're lazyStrangers thinkYou need a makeoverFriends thinkYou're a slutQuiz created with MemeGen!AHAHAAHAHAHAHAH!! *falls off the chair*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110516378290268620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110516378290268620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110516378290268620' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-110516352835548868</id><published>2005-01-08T16:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T16:52:08.356+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Homicidal Rampage! by crash_and_burnYour name:Weapon of Choice:Chicken McNuggetsYour Favorite Target:TelevangelistsYour Kill Count:271,372,517Your Battle Cry:"Allow me to molest your face with this rod!"Years You Spend in Jail:26How Much Money In Damages You Cause:$10,919,542,318,249Your Homocidal Insanity Level:: 25%Quiz created with MemeGen!Oh, really? I never knew that many </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110516352835548868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110516352835548868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110516352835548868' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-110516318827587960</id><published>2005-01-08T16:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T16:46:28.276+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello! What Makes You Sexy? by eva71Name/NickNameGenderSexy Body Part IsYour KneesSpecial Talents AreEverything (Multi-talented)Quiz created with MemeGen!WOOOOO! GO THE SEXY KNEES! Yeah!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110516318827587960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110516318827587960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110516318827587960' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-110508986268082343</id><published>2005-01-07T20:23:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T20:24:22.680+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Zabuza: You are the awesome one himself, the greatZabuza Momochi. You are an amzing badass. Youprobably cheated to get this,though. But if yougot it legit, then you're a quality guy. Onlyyou can wear a seatbelt around your neck andmake it look cool. .:What character from Naruto are you?:. (20 results with pics)  brought to you by QuizillaUmmm...Wha?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110508986268082343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110508986268082343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110508986268082343' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-110506109053040622</id><published>2005-01-07T13:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T12:24:50.530+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Would anyone want to bang you? by phobiaName:Favorite Food:Wants to Bang you:This many times:162Quiz created with MemeGen!AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Why, I'm honoured.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110506109053040622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110506109053040622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110506109053040622' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-110506074786876909</id><published>2005-01-07T13:17:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T12:19:07.866+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*sigh*Ok, I changed blog layout, finally have links, but being a complete HTML retard, I have no idea how to organise the links into little categories, and give them little summaries. Curses! Also, this layout is a terrible eyesore, I do apologise. I'll sort this out soon...hopefully.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110506074786876909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110506074786876909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110506074786876909' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-110505861001361652</id><published>2005-01-07T11:38:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T11:43:30.013+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me!Whoopty do, 17 at last. One more year and I'll be able to have sex, drink, and drive...not simultaneously, fool! Anyhoo, yesterday I went for a jog, my lung gave out on me. Lets see if today is any better. I give it 10 more jogs before I can go the whole round without stopping. Daniela got a cool new guitar strap with chilli peppers on them! No, not the talentless band, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110505861001361652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110505861001361652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110505861001361652' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-110500481472393926</id><published>2005-01-06T20:37:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T20:46:54.723+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Che GueveraYou, idiot, ignoramus, pseudo-intellectual, yes, you the one with the Che tshirt: CONFORMIST!The people who usually sport Che merchandises like to believe they're such enlightened non-conformists who know the true meaning of how to live etc yeah. You're either very naive or very stupid. DOWN WITH COMMUNISM! LONG LIVE FREEDOM OF SPEECH AND FREEDOM OF CHOICE! I choose to be lazy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110500481472393926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110500481472393926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110500481472393926' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-110483563156512820</id><published>2005-01-04T21:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T21:47:11.566+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BoilsDon't you just hate boils? I hate them! I have two on the left side of my face!! GRRR ARRGGHHH!! I HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE THEM!Anyway, I'm extraordinarily disorganized, and buggered. I need to lose weight, do holiday homework and reading, and I need to know that I'm not getting taylor or Carbo next year. GRRRRR!! ARRRGH!! ARGH ARGH ARGH!! RAGE! MUST NOT LOSE IT! GRRRrrrrrrr ok. I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110483563156512820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110483563156512820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110483563156512820' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-110473756524903545</id><published>2005-01-03T18:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T18:32:45.250+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TsunamiNow that Steph is gone, I feel strangely...alone. Ah well, I'm accustomed to that feeling of loneliness, so it doesn't really affect me much.Tsunami - what can I say? Horrible tragedy, many lives lost, extremely upsetting. What a way to herald in the new year. Alas, we can control nature about as much as we can control chaos. I'm not going to go all phoney and say "My heart goes out to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110473756524903545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110473756524903545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110473756524903545' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-110384270276762631</id><published>2004-12-24T09:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T09:58:22.766+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mon dieu!Yesterday, 30 something degrees day. Twas horridmus. Has Yumcha with Kirsten, who's father is set to turn my father into a socialist with his Michael Mooring. Ee gads, am I the only reasonable person in my family, in this entire country? MICHAEL MOORE IS A STUPID DUMBASS LIBERAL DOUCHEBAG. *Vein pops in skull*.On a happier note, Steph came, got her to meet Kylie, we went shopping. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110384270276762631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110384270276762631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110384270276762631' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-110308433377327790</id><published>2004-12-15T14:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T15:18:53.773+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A revised outlook on life - LydiaAll day, everyday, I turn on the TV and what do I find? Human suffering, human misery. No wonder everybody is depressed. War, genocide, disease, violence, rape, killing...We are bombarded with the ugliness of humanity and life itself, so much so that the simple beauties have been obscured by bleak images of suffering day in day out.What do I see through my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110308433377327790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110308433377327790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110308433377327790' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-110293044208628906</id><published>2004-12-13T20:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T20:34:02.086+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Overcast day.How off, you'd think that practicing guitar would make your hands more coordinated. Well, not with me. Nope, my left hand seems to be anticipating the left hand and causing chaos by going much faster than it should. How odd, and my right hand is in complete disarray. What did I get up to today? Oh, not much, I went for a walk, came home, wasting my time on online comics and I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110293044208628906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110293044208628906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110293044208628906' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-110206233264247974</id><published>2004-12-03T20:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T19:41:16.196+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*sigh* 1 more day til this school year passes. Sad, because I'll be pissed bored during the summer holidays. Which makes me think...I don't feel as if I've lived for as long as I have...I have lived 17 years in a blink of an eye, where every second of every minute of every day passes into the recesses of my brain, stored as mere electrical impulses in my neurons. During these 17 years, I only</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110206233264247974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110206233264247974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110206233264247974' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-110111487684146639</id><published>2004-11-22T20:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T19:32:17.873+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stuff - LydiaWell, what can I say? I did pretty good in physics, ok (for me) in GMS, and ok for English. Now I'm waiting for chemistry, hoping I haven't failed, but it's a big possibility that I have. Nevermind. Methods shall redeem me....I hope :S.Oh well, I know I'll never be able to live up to last semester's good grades, because I did pretty darn good last semester in all my exams, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110111487684146639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110111487684146639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110111487684146639' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-110101761322281620</id><published>2004-11-21T17:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T19:29:00.143+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*Yawwwnnns* - LydiaOk, too many things to say, ergo, I have nothing to say. Came back from Philip Island, great fun, yadeeya, pt on 5 extra kilos, and a face full of pimples.Been reading a lot lately, I've just finished blood, and am 2/3 the way through "Memoirs of a Geisha" By Arthur Golden. Great book, was really quite boring at first, but I've learnt a lot about Geishas. I was suppose to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110101761322281620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110101761322281620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110101761322281620' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-110057483671998841</id><published>2004-11-16T14:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T14:13:56.720+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ITS OVERfor now. Ahhh, feels so  good to get it over and done with, now time to write songs! *happy dance*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110057483671998841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/110057483671998841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110057483671998841' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-109895074863681528</id><published>2004-10-28T18:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T18:05:48.636+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'M A FOOL! - LydiaAnd I have proof. Yet again, I have out done myself in the subject of failure. I have nearly failed another physics test. I probably failed, or just nearly pass GMS, I will fail my chem test, and my History exam, and English. My orals will probably come back as a D.The physics one hit me hard, I studied for it, and worked my ass off, and I understood, but it only showed me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109895074863681528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109895074863681528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109895074863681528' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-109686003219305963</id><published>2004-10-04T13:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T13:20:32.193+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CORp - LydiaWoke up at 6:40 to do my prac exam. Had virtually no sleep whatsoever. God, I hate history. I went in, didn't remember a single historian, and I couldn't think, too tired, so my whole entire test was a jumble of crap.Got home, went out to coles, bought chewies, chicken breasts, edam and turkish delight. Came home, made lemon chicken, not enough sauce, I'll make some more later! ^^</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109686003219305963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109686003219305963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109686003219305963' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-109677776339640144</id><published>2004-10-03T14:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T14:29:23.396+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wow - LydiaI forgot how liberating maths can be at times. That was good, I did that really quickly. Hmm, now for some more history....*quivers* I can't believe it's tomorrow. *cries* NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I HATE HUMANITIES! ITS RUINING MY LIFE! I HATE IT I HATE IT! *Hugs maths folder* I seek refuge in numbers. *sigh* How comforting. thank god I'm only doing english next year. Looking forward </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109677776339640144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109677776339640144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109677776339640144' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-109677306061648678</id><published>2004-10-03T12:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T13:11:00.616+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jesus christ - LydiaSomeone please kill me and put me out of my misery. My prac exam is tomorrow. I'm so fucking screwed. I know it's only a practice, but I don't know anything! Oh god, I'm so screwed! Ok, take deep breaths. Do maths homework, than move onto historiography. Maths is very soothing...yes...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109677306061648678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109677306061648678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109677306061648678' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-109676204236641600</id><published>2004-10-03T10:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T10:07:22.366+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blehehe - LydiaI have lyrics from Nightwish! I love this song, it's called Higher than hope. I love the chorus, it's so dark and haunting, really pulls something in me. It's from their album, "once". It's a great album. THOU MUST GET IT.Time it took the most of me And left me with no key To unlock the chest of remedy Mother, the pain ain't hurting me But the love that I feel When you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109676204236641600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109676204236641600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109676204236641600' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-109670463744991520</id><published>2004-10-02T18:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T18:10:37.450+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LEADERS! - LydiaHere, I have my cheat sheet on Lafayette and Robespierre, the two most prominent leaders to observe during the French revolution.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Leaders of the French RevolutionRobespierreHe was the unifying force for many groups during the revolution during the more radical stage of the revolutions. He </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109670463744991520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109670463744991520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109670463744991520' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-109670118784785450</id><published>2004-10-02T16:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T17:13:07.846+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mmmm - LydiaWeee! Had BP today, learnt a new song. Did Swamp. No more Jay, shame, a bass would be a nice touch in that song. Overall, 3/5 potatoes.Geez, look at this stomach, I'm getting really really fat. Oh well, who gives a flying fuck? I can't be arsed to exercise so therefore I shouldn't complain. It's my own fault. Listening to Nightwish, wow, I have to say, they are one of the most </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109670118784785450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109670118784785450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109670118784785450' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-109661510763920897</id><published>2004-10-01T16:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T17:18:27.640+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More on The Revs - LydiaYes, I'm still going on about Revs, it's my most hated subject, but my hardest subject. I'm doing this more for me than for anyone else. If you want to read none history stuff, scroll way down to the bottom.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------This time, we're talking about historians. They're really annoying and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109661510763920897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109661510763920897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109661510763920897' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-109661172922511752</id><published>2004-10-01T16:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T16:22:09.226+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More Revolution crap - LydiaADVICE FOR PPL DOING REVS NEXT YEARGet two BIG folders, I mean BIG.Buy dividers. (Reccommended 8 tabs) I bought the five tabs and regretted it.Divide them into:    Old regime    Revolution    New order    Crises and Reponse    Changes and Continuities    Leaders/movements/ideas    Historians    SAC stuffDO NOT DO WHAT I DO AND LEAVE EVERYTHING TO THE </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109661172922511752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109661172922511752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109661172922511752' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-109652887465038375</id><published>2004-09-30T16:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T17:46:46.160+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*Burp* - Lydia*sigh* Boredom. Don't want to do any more history. It's so boring and so slow. I hate it! Ok, here are my thoughts on some of the stuff in Revs. If you want to read it, go ahead, if you don't scroll way down to the bottom.The old regimeFRANCEOk, what can I say. Before 1789, France was a major cluster fuck. Not only did they have about 10 different taxes (taille, vingtieme, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109652887465038375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109652887465038375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109652887465038375' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-109652577547811998</id><published>2004-09-30T16:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T16:29:35.476+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello - LydiaBeen trying to compile my revision summary sheets for Russia, want to see what I have install? Ok, here goes!OLD REGIME•	Problems of reform.	Institutions	Autocratic govt.	Corrupt bureaucracy	Conservative Church	Oppressive Army	The economy	Limited industrial growth	Backward agriculture	80% peasant population	Inadequate communications	Politics	No parliament</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109652577547811998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109652577547811998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109652577547811998' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-109645470500190433</id><published>2004-09-29T20:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T20:53:42.240+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Linkin Park - Lydia*sigh* Had this rant to Bell yesterday, but I thought I should include it in today's rant.what can I say about this band? they're catchy, very catchy, but the more I listen to them, the more I want to strangle their guitarists.Come on, these guys have TWO guitarists! TWO FUCKING GUITARISTS. No, it's not the fact that they have two guitarists that I'm pissed off with them. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109645470500190433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109645470500190433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109645470500190433' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-109643053569624921</id><published>2004-09-29T13:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T14:25:32.016+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*sigh* - LydiaBack from camp. Actually, came back yesterday. Ok, here's what happened.First day:Arrived at the campsite, found out they closed off the place where we wanted to set up tent. Drove around for ten minutes until we found a spot, right in front of the toilet block, Joys!       Went walking down to the beach, played frisbee and any random crap, waddled around in the freezing cold </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109643053569624921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109643053569624921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109643053569624921' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-109602551721646247</id><published>2004-09-24T21:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T21:31:57.216+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yay! Camping tomorrow - LydiaShit..and I still haven't finish packing yet! &gt;&lt; Crap! well..oh crap, still haven't learnt my history quotes and dates, I'm so dead! Ah bollocks! still haven't done my chemistry! What is my world coming to? I've been watching too much Weebl and Bob, and Salad Fingers. I love Salad Fingers, it's as scary as hell, but so cool. Here's the links.Weebl and Bob and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109602551721646247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109602551721646247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109602551721646247' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-109590336129650023</id><published>2004-09-23T10:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T11:36:01.296+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chilli bread! - LydiaHad some yummy chilli bread just now, mmm, could be spicier, but ah well. Just had three cookies with milk, also very very yummy...for low fat cookies! ^^Ok, woke up, went for a walk, came back and went on the internet. Read Jay's entry on Shaney Maloney (what an ignoramus) and decided that those who use long words are not necessarily intelligent...*cough*Dawnfrenzy*cough</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109590336129650023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109590336129650023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109590336129650023' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-109573585245104973</id><published>2004-09-21T12:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T13:04:12.450+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FINALLY- SpiderThe internet (and my computer) HAS RETURNED TO ME!!! *Kisses computer* Ah, how lovely.Anyway, update, very very very quick one though.Had camp, hated it, never want to go through that crap again.Had music roundabout, great fun, shame the "bassist" wasn't there.Summer holidays, did a lot of walking, attempted to do history, did very little, ah well.Did maths with Dei, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109573585245104973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109573585245104973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109573585245104973' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-109428596594617902</id><published>2004-09-04T18:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T18:19:25.946+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(Note: Glenn here.  My apologies for the lateness of this review.  I meant to write and post this back in mid August, right after I first saw AVP, but a series of personal issues kept this task firmly ensconced on the proverbial backburner.)Surprisingly, AVP Delivers the GoodsWhile most critics have dripped acid on Paul Anderson's Alien vs. Predator, largely because of prima facie objections </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109428596594617902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109428596594617902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109428596594617902' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-109254443375337501</id><published>2004-08-15T14:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T14:33:53.753+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lenin -LydiaListening to After forever whilst trying to do a cheat sheet for History Revs on leaders, movements and ideas. Here's the lyrics, btw.Thy gruesome cries so thinOn thus you will succeedThe amorphous illusionsThwart your willingness to believe The beauty disturbed The amulet, opener of forgotten doorsLeads back to that doomed tiara-nightSee thyself wild in hysteriaDeath's irony The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109254443375337501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109254443375337501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109254443375337501' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-109244932543526688</id><published>2004-08-14T12:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T12:08:45.436+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No BP, or POTO...-LydiaHad four hours of sleep. went to bed at 2 pm after conversing with Renishka on MSN. Didn't even feel tired. Woke up at 6:30, and went to start on my cloak thingy. It's fun so far, lots of nice scraps I can recycle! ^^Will now spend two hours on GMS vectors and Trig II. Bye bye!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109244932543526688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109244932543526688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109244932543526688' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-109238889881686191</id><published>2004-08-13T19:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T19:21:38.816+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PHYSICS CAMP! - LydiaTwas sooo cool. We got there and were really tired on the bus. Bell and I were listening to riverdance! When we got there, the entire band proceeded into room nine and claimed it as our own! MWAHAHAH! We had dinner, whoa, never had so much good food at camp. For the first time in my life, I didn't finish the food on my plate. Mr. Phillips asked to jam with me. All cool! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109238889881686191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109238889881686191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109238889881686191' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-109200639130489856</id><published>2004-08-10T02:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T09:06:31.303+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pale - LydiaI'm really pale. Not good. I blame the benzyl peroxide. Well, anyway, yesterday, started on the front cover of my scrap book. Nice, hard cover, very proud. Now what do I put on it, is the question.I have a driving lesson today, at 2:45, oh fun! I might break my previous average of 21 kph, and go for 30. *gasp*. Yeah, I wouldn't mind forty either! WOOOHEEE! SPPeeeDDD! My modem port </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109200639130489856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109200639130489856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109200639130489856' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-109197368969207149</id><published>2004-08-08T23:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T00:08:36.970+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Glenn here. I recently read a column by historian Victor Davis Hanson that was so good I figured I'd post it here.http://www.nationalreview.com/hanson/hanson200408060837.aspA Return to ChildhoodThe new immaturity.by Victor Davis HansonAugust 06, 2004I would never have imagined that journalists, academics, actors, artists, and the intelligentsia in general would have so opposed the end of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109197368969207149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109197368969207149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109197368969207149' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-109187104854305855</id><published>2004-08-07T19:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T19:30:48.543+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some strange thing - LydiaCopy this onto your blog, and just bold, underline, or highlight the statements which are true. Those left unmarked are not true.01. I miss somebody right now02. I don't watch much TV these days03. I love olives04. I love sleeping All The Time..Its My Life05. I own lots of books06. I wear glasses or contact lenses07. I love to play video games08. I've tried </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109187104854305855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109187104854305855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109187104854305855' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-109186705139326023</id><published>2004-08-07T18:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T18:24:11.393+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saturday - Lydia Bleh, boooohoo, waaaa. Band practice, started off shaky, twas good in the end. 4 out of 5 hot potatoes. Had poto pretty good.Now, more Tool lyrics: [Prison Sex]It took so long to remember just what happened. I was so young and vestal then, you know it hurt me,but I'm breathing so I guess I'm still alive, even if signs seem to tell me otherwise. I've got my hands bound, my head </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109186705139326023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109186705139326023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109186705139326023' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-109177849151848674</id><published>2004-08-06T17:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T17:48:11.516+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sweat - Tool I'm sweating, and breathingand staring and thinking and sinkingdeeper.It's almost like I'm swimming. The sun is burning hot againon the hunter and the fisherman,and he's trying to remember when,but it makes him dizzy. Seems like I've been here before. Seems so familiar.Seems like I'm slippinginto a dream within a dream. Must be the way you whisper.The sun is setting cool again.I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109177849151848674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109177849151848674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109177849151848674' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-109177734493175351</id><published>2004-08-06T17:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T17:29:04.930+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BLEH! - LydiaI can't believe it! I CANT FUCKING BELIEVE!Ok, here's what happened:Got my GMS results back today, thought I did reasonably well because I knew my stuff and all, but guess - fucking - what? I did know my stuff, I did do ok, but it turns out that I DO NOT KNOW THE FACTORS OF EIGHT. I took out the common factor of 4 because I had 4y+8x, and forgot that 4 doesn't go into 8 4 times</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109177734493175351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109177734493175351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109177734493175351' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-109165733222972772</id><published>2004-08-05T07:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T08:08:52.230+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>^^ - LydiaThank you, Glenn. Hopefully you'll be contributing more often!Anyway, I'm at school, my computer at home is giving me shit, stupid virus won't let me dial up on the internet! &gt;&lt;. Ok, I'm pissed off, still haven't got my GMS results back yet, he wants to keep us in suspense, oooh I hate surprises. Well, judging by his reactions towards me yesterday, I don't think I've done too badly *</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109165733222972772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109165733222972772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109165733222972772' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-109153349107895742</id><published>2004-08-03T21:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T21:44:51.076+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Glenn here.  Lydia asked me to post to her blog an e-mail that I sent to the Bush/Cheney campaign over the weekend, after watching the Democratic National Convention on TV, so here goes...To Whom It May Concern:As someone who recalls (unlike most Americans -- who, by the way, are getting no help in having their memories jogged by the likes of CBS News, ABC News, and CNN, all of which are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109153349107895742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109153349107895742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109153349107895742' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-109126921273025605</id><published>2004-07-31T20:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T20:20:12.730+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>POTO is driving me potty! - Lydia*sigh* parents are watching rugby. The Springbok vs The Wallabies. Judging by the random cry of "YES", I take it the Wallabies have scored a try. Good for them. Now what was I up to? Oh yes. Today, lovely day, went to Rajen music, bought 7 picks, a chord book, and a pretty music stand. Parents took me to the Op shop to buy some nice woolie jumpers for ski camp. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109126921273025605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109126921273025605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109126921273025605' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-109117185723236914</id><published>2004-07-30T17:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T17:17:37.233+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*grumbles* - LydiaSlightly tired, that's all right. Everyone's going to see Fiddler, I can't be arsed, staying home to do homework. Joyous.Ok, how goes it? Well, my week started off with a humiliating disappointment, everyone in my physics class, but one person, failed. The person who passed did so by 4 marks. He's making us do it again. At least he admits that he did something wrong. Did my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109117185723236914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109117185723236914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109117185723236914' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902984.post-109066891691521014</id><published>2004-07-24T21:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T21:35:16.916+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Strangely content - Lydia Pissed off, lost my favourite, most playable red pick. Really really pissed off.On a happier note, eventhough we didn't get much playing done, and I lost my pick, we managed to transcribe most of the bass tabs. Jay will kill me if I don't tidy it up because it looks terribly messy. Had to spend the entire day with stupid, whiny, yappy dog. Little dogs are pathetic. If</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109066891691521014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5902984/posts/default/109066891691521014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianivory.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109066891691521014' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06761640989006843195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
