<?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-2139924</id><updated>2011-04-22T13:30:55.545+10:00</updated><title type='text'>      * * *she must be somebody's baby</title><subtitle type='html'>the often music-related rantings of some crazy kid in Melbourne.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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>212</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2139924.post-113490493434579756</id><published>2005-12-18T22:17:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T22:22:14.356+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.livejournal.com/users/emmaoriginal/http://www.myspace.com/embohhttp://www.livejournal.com/users/emmaoriginal/http://www.myspace.com/embohhttp://www.livejournal.com/users/emmaoriginal/http://www.myspace.com/embohhttp://www.livejournal.com/users/emmaoriginal/http://www.myspace.com/embohhttp://www.livejournal.com/users/emmaoriginal/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/113490493434579756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/113490493434579756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2005/12/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-113187444164526639</id><published>2005-11-13T20:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T20:34:01.656+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.livejournal.com/users/emmaoriginal/BLOGSPOT NO MORE (and hasn't been for a long time)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/113187444164526639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/113187444164526639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2005/11/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-111632302073148294</id><published>2005-05-17T19:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T19:43:40.736+10:00</updated><title type='text'>updating</title><summary type='text'>just to make sure that blogger doesn't delete this...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/111632302073148294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/111632302073148294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2005/05/updating.html' title='updating'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-110307303672470335</id><published>2004-12-15T13:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T12:10:36.723+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially.</title><summary type='text'>I have moved on.. I now use greymatter. and am located at http://www.sexy-nerd.com/embo/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/110307303672470335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/110307303672470335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/12/officially.html' title='Officially.'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-110242978503098562</id><published>2004-12-08T01:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T01:29:45.030+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Updated the fanlistings, still have about 15 more now to upload.. then I should probably categorise them. I don't know. My lungs aren't as bad now, and I had a cigarette. Argh yeah I know I shouldn't but thats what I do. It's 1:30.. and I didn't do much today. Went and got an X-Ray, the doctor didn't say anything looked strange. I went to Southland with Rene and got some DVDs. Only 3 days left </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/110242978503098562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/110242978503098562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/12/updated-fanlistings-still-have-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-110230212502619295</id><published>2004-12-06T13:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T15:47:09.466+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well my lungs are well and truly fucked. I seriosly think it is Pleurisy. An inflammation of the pleura, the lining of the lungs, with subsequent pain.This is the About.com summary:Pleurisy may develop in the presence of lung inflammation (pneumonia, tuberculosis), rheumatic diseases, chest trauma, certain cancers, and asbestos-related disease. The main symptom is pain over the chest wall at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/110230212502619295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/110230212502619295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/12/well-my-lungs-are-well-and-truly.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-110202209749530462</id><published>2004-12-03T08:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T08:14:57.496+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sleeping patternLast night: 2:30 amThis morning 7:20 amNight before: 1:00 amYesterday arvo: 12:30 pmSchoolies in 7 days.Melton in 1 1/2 days.Me, my boyfriend, my ex boyfriend and my old best friend will all be sleeping in a tent together, probably drunkenly because we're all going to Melton, which is about 2 hours or so away from where we all live. So yes, that should be fun. It's a 'W' </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/110202209749530462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/110202209749530462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/12/sleeping-pattern-last-night-230-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-110189609666227436</id><published>2004-12-01T21:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T21:14:56.663+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haha, I love cows. they taste so good. Oh, and be warned, if you have a weak stomach and would still like to see something amazing. In other news, I hired Harry Potter Prisoner of Alkazan. I haven't fully gotten into the phenomenal Harry Potter trend as much as everyone else but the movies are made well.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/110189609666227436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/110189609666227436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/12/haha-i-love-cows.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-110181122968406426</id><published>2004-11-30T21:34:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T21:40:29.686+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yay! for a costume party coming up with the theme of "W", I went op shopping with my friend Liam at the salvo's, a few church run second hand shops and a department store style op shop. We also went to a fabric shop, a few clothes shops, and Go-Lo.. which is the poxiest shop around.I loooooooooved it. I'm dragging along my boyfriend to the party as Wally as in, Where's Wally. And I'm going as his</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/110181122968406426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/110181122968406426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/11/yay-for-costume-party-coming-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-110171029655411766</id><published>2004-11-29T17:34:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T17:38:16.553+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Put up new fanlistings! fan listings a hoy there!I put up a new layout... Also word out to anyone who still goes to my blogspot account.. You can see the blog better at sexy.nerd.com/embo/. Going to a cocktail party very soon for work... I think all drinks are shouted.Anywaycheck out my deviantart</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/110171029655411766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/110171029655411766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/11/put-up-new-fanlistings-fan-listings.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-110163668010350013</id><published>2004-11-28T21:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T21:11:20.103+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't feel my leg</title><summary type='text'>I sit so strangely sometimes.. I just got the biggest cramp in my knee. Argh.The newest album proposed to download is Hanson, post-Middle of Nowhere. I just felt like it. The weather here in Melbourne has been ridiculous.. it rained the other night and the next day it was 35 degrees or something. So bloody hot. I spent the whole day lounging around and occassionally swimming in our newly cleaned</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/110163668010350013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/110163668010350013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-cant-feel-my-leg.html' title='I can&apos;t feel my leg'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-110128540869226211</id><published>2004-11-24T19:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T19:36:48.693+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Man, I really think I have the worst diet ever. I hesitate in using the word diet, because its not that at all. A diet implies some restriction on what you eat. I just ate fried Flake and chips from the local fish and chip shop, yesterday I ate half a chicken and cheesy potatos, as well as a Superchoc Drumstick (its an icecream) and I haven't eaten any fruit in ages.For gods sake, I don't even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/110128540869226211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/110128540869226211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/11/man-i-really-think-i-have-worst-diet.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-110108614736527610</id><published>2004-11-22T13:05:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T12:15:47.366+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just wrote a huge ass blog and then it went and deleted itself on me. Fucking internet. Hate it. Anyway, here's a quick summary of what's been happening, cuz I'm a lazy sod who can't be stuffed writing it all up again. Be warned, sentances may not link properly or make any sense.Finished exams. Yay. Now.. waiting 3 weeks till schoolies. Haven't done anything since school finished, except </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/110108614736527610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/110108614736527610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-just-wrote-huge-ass-blog-and-then-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109999094196324806</id><published>2004-11-09T20:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T20:02:21.963+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally got around to watching the Conan O'Brian 10th Anniversary DVD, its pretty good, the special features on it are almost as long as the actual show, although bits of it are repeated from the show. I'm a special features junkie... hehehe. Shoot them good bits right up, baby.Good news! Schoolies is back on! Woot woot woot woot. It means I won't be posting from the 10th to the 13th of December,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109999094196324806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109999094196324806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/11/finally-got-around-to-watching-conan.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109990633752568060</id><published>2004-11-08T20:28:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T20:32:17.526+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ooh heaven is a place on earth.  go eighties. eat your heart out madonna. 3 more exams to go. Yikes! Then I'm a free girl. In no particular order, it goes contemporary australian society, business management, and media (journalism)argh. i put up a new layout. i still suck at graphics so i made this one pretty simple, the background is from squidfingers. and the pic of the girl is from... some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109990633752568060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109990633752568060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/11/ooh-heaven-is-place-on-earth.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109948406229108652</id><published>2004-11-03T23:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T23:14:22.293+11:00</updated><title type='text'>poetry is gay</title><summary type='text'>Literature exam tommorow. *bites fingernails*. this is the first one I've had to do in a week, and I won't have another one until a week later. Oh me oh my, exams are crap. But thats what I've been saying for ages. Actually.. thats all I've had to talk about. HOW BORING AM I?!?!I went to Hungry Jacks today, and started laughing cuz this guy who used to go to my school was working full time there</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109948406229108652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109948406229108652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/11/poetry-is-gay.html' title='poetry is gay'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109923445626840150</id><published>2004-11-01T01:52:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T02:11:16.536+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Halloween everyone. It's almost 2 am here. I just put up a new layout, but it doesn't really work.  Werd out to stencilrevolution.com and also to noise.com.au. Um yeah, made a new layout, obviously its not working. The image map is stuffing up for now. but um yeah</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109923445626840150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109923445626840150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/11/happy-halloween-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109919690834416222</id><published>2004-10-31T15:23:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T15:28:28.346+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Requiem for a dream soundtrack. Here's hoping the link will work. I saw this movie again yesterday and it is brilliant. I honestly love it. Plus, its one of the only things working on my DVD player. Grrr. cheap dodgy shit. AND to top it all off, my Sony Atrac Discman doesn't work!!! I lost the remote once, whilst in a high state of mind ;) and yeah, now grrr. Plus I lost my old phone and camera </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109919690834416222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109919690834416222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/10/requiem-for-dream-soundtrack.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109909598232783013</id><published>2004-10-30T10:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T10:26:22.326+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>greymatter is really not my thing. i followed all the instructions but its like NEOWWW! WE'RE STUPID FUCKING GREYMATTER!! WE ARE THE COLLABERATION OF ALL THE EVIL LITTLE THINGS IN THE WORLD THAT MAKE YOU GO FUCK!Ahem, on that note, I've been foruming like a bitch at Punk'd and Decay. Go be nice and merry</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109909598232783013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109909598232783013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/10/greymatter-is-really-not-my-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109841425349198468</id><published>2004-10-22T13:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T13:04:13.493+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey kids, i've moved along now, so scurry along to http://www.sexy-nerd.com/embo/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109841425349198468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109841425349198468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/10/hey-kids-ive-moved-along-now-so-scurry.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109801309804578659</id><published>2004-10-17T21:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T21:38:18.046+10:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't even know why i'm posting this as no-one can see my layout.</title><summary type='text'>Oh me oh my, I've got the layout up, but its being a gay tard on me and not showing the html again. Grrr. Had a great weekend with Jo, everythings going pretty well, I really should catch up on school stuff, with 4 days left to go, and 10 days left till the English Exam, but I haven't. I'm currently burning a DVD, (I stole a 10 pack of DVDs from Big W, teehee I'm so naughty) and its called </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109801309804578659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109801309804578659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-dont-even-know-why-im-posting-this.html' title='i don&apos;t even know why i&apos;m posting this as no-one can see my layout.'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109765370152870758</id><published>2004-10-13T17:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T21:34:29.796+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my new layout is a coming soon, a work is shown above... now I know its really simple, but I've been trying for ages and keep manging everying the html up, so can someone make me a basic table for a webpage with this as a background and this as a logo. I'm pathetic I know! If anyone can make me a html layout with this, and possibly a side bar of side content on the right down on the plane? Oh me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109765370152870758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109765370152870758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-new-layout-is-coming-soon-work-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109747327390967051</id><published>2004-10-11T15:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T15:41:13.910+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For schoolies, my friend decided to write out a comprehensive paper stating whats happening and the needs and what not. That's all well and good, but the fact that we're going to the middle of nowhere, (really, the closest town consists of a milkbar and a payphone, 20 km away) doesn't help our deal. When she talked about transportation details, it just said "By car." It doesn't help that only one</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109747327390967051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109747327390967051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/10/for-schoolies-my-friend-decided-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109697540138567544</id><published>2004-10-05T20:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T21:23:21.440+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh woe is me. I wrote a really great post about how blood and bones being put on gardens and how much I hate it, but it was deleted and is now somewhere out there in bloggers evil "we're a huge website and don't like the little guy, so we'll delete their entry" collection. It isn't a conspiracy, its the truth I tell you!I still haven't had a chance to play the Sims 2... as I don't have a copy of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109697540138567544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109697540138567544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/10/oh-woe-is-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109669213638390933</id><published>2004-10-02T14:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T15:25:28.826+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Melbourne underage scene, although I will only be a part of it for another 3 months, is under threat. Go Sign the petition http://www.thepetitionsite.com/takeaction/826796723 Check the website www.jackknife-music.com for a more detailed article. I don't know as to how many people they're trying to get, but please, I have had some of my best times at underage shows in the city, so anyone who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109669213638390933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109669213638390933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/10/melbourne-underage-scene-although-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109662163362875659</id><published>2004-10-01T19:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T19:07:13.626+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh no!! its me with the last cone!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109662163362875659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109662163362875659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/10/oh-no-its-me-with-last-cone.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109662157608998265</id><published>2004-10-01T19:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T19:06:16.090+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I really like this, I found it on deviant art, but lost the source... bad.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109662157608998265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109662157608998265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-really-like-this-i-found-it-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109661851403239522</id><published>2004-10-01T18:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T18:29:38.733+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am making a new layout, and I'm moving off to sexy-nerd.com hoorah. I've put up a whole heap of links, and anyone who comments gets added on my blogroll. More commentry later. For now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109661851403239522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109661851403239522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-am-making-new-layout-and-im-moving.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109643079162680356</id><published>2004-09-29T13:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T14:06:31.626+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My parents are going to Canberra tonight for 2 days. Yay! Party in the house! I'm already listening to shitty techno and thinking about alcohol. Not that I have any money cuz the silly dipshits didn't leave me with the $35 that they OWE me. Now I'm just going to have to wait until I get paid from Pumpkin Patch. I thought I was going to get paid yesterday, but no... fortnightly payments apparantly</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109643079162680356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109643079162680356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-parents-are-going-to-canberra.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109629608299296950</id><published>2004-09-28T01:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T00:41:22.993+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Could you leave me with a scar</title><summary type='text'>I have that damned catchy Missy Higgins song in my head. Too much Channel V hurts your head.Well, the band in a bubble is officially over. Actually its been over for a few days, but I've been too lazy to blog about it. I thought it was great to see my friend's band sticker placed all around it, not that anyone would notice anyway. After reading a small bit about NGV at punkclown I realised its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109629608299296950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109629608299296950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/09/could-you-leave-me-with-scar.html' title='Could you leave me with a scar'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109600538722832689</id><published>2004-09-24T15:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T15:56:27.226+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Food poison</title><summary type='text'>Oh no, I barely attempt at actually cooking anything besides Toast, Frozen TV dinners and oatmeal and when I do, God smites me like a bitch!Ok, admittedly, I probably should have fully rinsed the frying pan rather then quickly putting it under water and giving it a once over with a tea towel, but its too late for should haves and maybes isn't it?My food contraption consisted of chicken thigh, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109600538722832689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109600538722832689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/09/food-poison.html' title='Food poison'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109565090455240396</id><published>2004-09-20T13:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T13:28:24.553+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to Everclear - Summerland.I drove with Mum all around the local suburbs so she could work. (She Drops off loads of junkmail to people's houses who deliver them) And it was so reminiscent of me... every other street I saw a house where I knew someone who lived there once. From one girl at Primary school who was excluded by her year level so she hung out with us youngens, and then a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109565090455240396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109565090455240396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/09/listening-to-everclear-summerland.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109531756446720891</id><published>2004-09-16T16:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T16:52:44.466+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I am no longer unemployed</title><summary type='text'>I now officially have a job, and its NOT in the food industry. I do not sell or make or clean anything to do with food. Its at Southland, of course, at a little Kid's clothing store called Pumpkin Patch (I think its supposed to be like, Cabbage Patch, as in the kids) Or something like that. Anyway, thats really good news, because I start holidays tommorow, and I need to get the moulah in for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109531756446720891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109531756446720891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-am-no-longer-unemployed.html' title='I am no longer unemployed'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109522509806279334</id><published>2004-09-15T15:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T15:17:38.443+10:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking...</title><summary type='text'>I was just today talking to my friends about the catharsis (I can't spell) of writing. It can be very therapeutic, just getting stuff out. I don't really put many of my thoughts in this blog any more, its more like a collection of pictures and random notes of "Argh! My layout doesn't work". But although my father tells me otherwise, I don't think I can write very well. I should probably post up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109522509806279334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109522509806279334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/09/thinking.html' title='thinking...'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109506409750527537</id><published>2004-09-13T18:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T18:30:07.470+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Most likely you can't see the blog as you should, but its supposed to have this  picture on the right. It looks really good, I swear! I finished about 4 sacs today, including 2 of which were overdue. And I have enabled haloscan comments. Hoorah. I'm so sick of reading and writing about globalisation. Yeah, its inevitable if you study humanity subjects but its just so freaking boring. Exams are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109506409750527537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109506409750527537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/09/most-likely-you-cant-see-blog-as-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109486665696615616</id><published>2004-09-11T11:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T22:26:48.813+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Small sample of songs (edited)</title><summary type='text'>Reccomended songs:Ani Difranco - Wishin n' HopingBeth OrtonBloodhound gang - great white dopeFiona Apple - Pale SeptemberJimi Hendrix - Entire Woodstock SetREM - Everybody hurtsb-52s - Rock LobsterMillencollin - KempPhantom Planet - CalfironiaPing Pong Bitches - Chinese SongYo La Tengo - The Simpsons end themeHey Arnold Theme song.Jackson Five - Blame it On the BoogieHootie and the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109486665696615616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109486665696615616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/09/small-sample-of-songs-edited.html' title='Small sample of songs (edited)'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109472810604923059</id><published>2004-09-09T21:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T21:08:26.050+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh how pathetic. My eyes are going to hurt something chronic, I'm sitting in the computer room and the light's blown, and it'll probably take dad afew days to replace it. Yeah good one, faja! It's coming up to peak time with the exams, and I'm busy as a little nymphomanic bee trying to find an equally slutty bird to fuck. Ok so I changed the old saying abit, kill me why dontcha?Friday: Business</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109472810604923059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109472810604923059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/09/oh-how-pathetic.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109454551291492775</id><published>2004-09-07T18:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T18:25:12.916+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>align=left&gt;moo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109454551291492775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109454551291492775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/09/moo.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109446411199732823</id><published>2004-09-06T19:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T19:48:31.996+10:00</updated><title type='text'>chuck taylors and why i hate them.</title><summary type='text'>I freaking hate little brand name punks who have no true sense of musical appreciation. Sure, I don't mind the old school punks, they're fine and dandy in their alternative ways, but new school little shit heads often come from upper-middle class backgrounds and went to private school. They've been 'emo' since Dashboard Confessional made it big, but now thats not so trendy anymore, so they claim </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109446411199732823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109446411199732823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/09/chuck-taylors-and-why-i-hate-them.html' title='chuck taylors and why i hate them.'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109437965073796735</id><published>2004-09-05T20:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T20:26:35.293+10:00</updated><title type='text'>i said louie louie, ooh yayayayaya</title><summary type='text'>The Kinks - Louie Louie.Had an alright weekend. didn't get any homework done as per usual, and tried to change this layout, but its still shit. I have absolutely no concept of photoshop and ideas. Its freaknig insane. Someone give me a good idea, its carebears!!! FUCKING!!! I went to a punk rock goth metal club last night, it was the same 'underground' place at CBD club where 3D, the saturday </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109437965073796735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109437965073796735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-said-louie-louie-ooh-yayayayaya.html' title='i said louie louie, ooh yayayayaya'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109418623700773413</id><published>2004-09-03T14:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T14:37:17.006+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lesbian Guide To Babymaking</title><summary type='text'>A Lesbian Guide To BabymakingHaha. I'm in English and we're doing work about Lesbians. What a great link. Shane Kavanagh says hi!</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.lesbian.org/lesbian-moms/guide.html' title='A Lesbian Guide To Babymaking'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109418623700773413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109418623700773413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/09/lesbian-guide-to-babymaking.html' title='A Lesbian Guide To Babymaking'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109409352047846221</id><published>2004-09-02T12:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T12:52:00.476+10:00</updated><title type='text'>werd to ghostbusters</title><summary type='text'>When there's something strange, in your neighborhood. Who ya gonna call? Ghostbusters!If theres something weird and it don't look good, who ya gonna call?Deedoodeedoodeedoodee (the funny electro bit)I ain't afraid of no ghost!I did my Business SAC yesterday, I think I did pretty well, and I've been staying up late for the last few nights... and I woke up this morning at about 5... went to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109409352047846221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109409352047846221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/09/werd-to-ghostbusters.html' title='werd to ghostbusters'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109394958986906293</id><published>2004-08-31T20:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T20:53:09.870+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been doing that insane toilet dance when your sitting down, and you need to piss but you really can't be stuffed getting off your ass. Damn I hate that. I'm updating my layout... a greyish and brown layout, with a line from one of my 5 year old teen angsty poems. I really have to mind some of them and write them up on here. I've got one I wrote on my cupboard door at the start of the year. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109394958986906293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109394958986906293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/08/ive-been-doing-that-insane-toilet.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109386952357119012</id><published>2004-08-30T22:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T22:38:43.570+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whenever I go to blogger, it says Dashboard, and I keep thinking I renamed my blog or something in appreciation of THAT emo band.My cable internet is fine and dandy, thanks for asking guys. I've already downloaded about 200 songs, and these are the reccomended artists for today's listening pleasure. Oh and when I say listenining pleasure, I don't mean that I'm hosting it, go download it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109386952357119012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109386952357119012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/08/whenever-i-go-to-blogger-it-says.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109359026376292992</id><published>2004-08-27T17:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T17:04:23.763+10:00</updated><title type='text'>mars volta rock</title><summary type='text'>i got cable internet. yayayayay! if only i didn't have siblings that i had to share it with. what a piece of gay.i cried this morning. people suck.Sorry for such a short post. I'm not in the mood to be smart or witty or anything that I'm not normally.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109359026376292992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109359026376292992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/08/mars-volta-rock.html' title='mars volta rock'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109317865244136092</id><published>2004-08-22T22:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T22:44:12.443+10:00</updated><title type='text'>AlohaHOYalohaHOYaNOOKAnookaUPawapa ah. CHACHACHA. </title><summary type='text'>This weekend has been one filled with obstacles. Oh no Johnny know, put the kitty down and get rid of those scalpels. Its time to suck some hard cock, y'all.Gotta quit the addiction, it be killing me and my relationships. I'm not putting up too much info on here, but anyone who knows me at all knows what i'm talking about. Went to Melb Uni Open Day today. it was enjoyable i suppose, i missed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109317865244136092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109317865244136092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/08/alohahoyalohahoyanookanookaupawapa-ah.html' title='AlohaHOYalohaHOYaNOOKAnookaUPawapa ah. CHACHACHA. '/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109305799995066001</id><published>2004-08-21T13:01:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T13:13:19.950+10:00</updated><title type='text'>"Now I know why you wanna hate me, cuz hate is all the world has even seen lately."aWOMbamBABOObargh</title><summary type='text'>It's strange, I remember when I went to a private girls school from year 7 to the end of year 10. I fucking hated it. I was always in the co-ordinators office or in some trouble.... I couldn't help it, I was a nomad. A free spirit trapped in the confines of pink jumpers and FUCKING SUPER DUPER UGLY  jumpers. Kilvington is shit, and if anyone happens to stumble across Judith Potter or Di Fleming </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109305799995066001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109305799995066001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/08/now-i-know-why-you-wanna-hate-me-cuz.html' title='&quot;Now I know why you wanna hate me, cuz hate is all the world has even seen lately.&quot;aWOMbamBABOObargh'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109290967432108981</id><published>2004-08-19T19:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T20:01:14.320+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Argh!! fucking media school shiznits!!! I just spent several hours at my school outside of school hours working on my magazine which is due tommorow. Sigh.Anyway, question time... which isn't working. So far, they're all from xade(on another note, how cool is that word/name? Its the x that makes it so mysterious), and I can't be fudged putting up the response o matic thing again so just ask me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109290967432108981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109290967432108981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/08/argh-fucking-media-school-shiznits-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109282297009238602</id><published>2004-08-18T19:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T19:56:10.093+10:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures and links galore.</title><summary type='text'>look at the nudies! look its a pill!!AHHH!! what is wrong with me? i've spent ages on here and i thought i put the response o matic thing up, i think and it didn't work.I'm A FREAKING FAILURE!! Oh well I'm not as bad as the following.Ohhh these sites need plugs, people who have commented here regardless of my failures, xade, modi and Dena. And some cool websites include the following </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109282297009238602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109282297009238602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/08/pictures-and-links-galore.html' title='pictures and links galore.'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109280826818576397</id><published>2004-08-18T15:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T15:51:08.186+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i got a little response o matic thing. everyone ask me questions! I don't care what they are, I will answer it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109280826818576397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109280826818576397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-got-little-response-o-matic-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109280541256969195</id><published>2004-08-18T14:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T15:03:32.570+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I was in the line at Bi-Lo picking up a few pre movie munchies when the lady behind me in the queue had about 40 or 50 packets of tissues. I thought that maybe she's really cheap and just buys all the sale items in bulk so she saves alot, but looking deeper into her trolley I noticed she just had a few other things, different kinds of tissues and toilet paper... and to top it all off, a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109280541256969195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109280541256969195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/08/yesterday-i-was-in-line-at-bi-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109264537158174171</id><published>2004-08-16T18:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T18:36:11.580+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>would you like to suck my nipplewhile pulling down my zipplei moan just a littleand watch the televizzle!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109264537158174171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109264537158174171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/08/would-you-like-to-suck-my-nipple-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109238104572406919</id><published>2004-08-13T17:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T17:10:45.723+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's always been a debate about what pop music is and if its bad or not. Sure, most people say they hate pop, but what is pop? Popular. Now we have the rare extremities, Britney Spears, Darren Hayes of Savage Garden (if anyone's heard his new song "Popular" will know what I'm talking about, go download it. But then theres other pop like Ben Folds who I absolutely love and mainstream rock bands</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109238104572406919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109238104572406919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/08/theres-always-been-debate-about-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109213223674880477</id><published>2004-08-10T19:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T20:03:56.746+10:00</updated><title type='text'>mean people suck</title><summary type='text'>It's amazing how people who claim to be your friends can just ignore you when your feeling down. Not just ignore you, but bag you for no apparant reason to people who are more unstable than a see-saw. Fuck ya's all! Damn people suck. Really. To add on top of that, someone else who is supposed to be one of my good mates completely ignored me today, for reasons I do not know. This weblog layout </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109213223674880477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109213223674880477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/08/mean-people-suck.html' title='mean people suck'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109204907876180674</id><published>2004-08-09T20:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T21:28:03.383+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Shack</title><summary type='text'>I remember listening to, and singing to (thank god for Karaoke) the great B-52's song, Love Shack a seven year old party. Oh don't worry, I was seven too, I'm not that disturbing.Now thats just sex on legs.Everybody's moving, everybody's grooving.Bang bang, on the door baby. Love Shack, baby Love Shack. MAKES ME WANNA RAWK TEH BED DOWN!!!I'm attempting to do something about this layout </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109204907876180674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109204907876180674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/08/love-shack.html' title='Love Shack'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109202814668326856</id><published>2004-08-09T15:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T15:09:06.683+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sting:: scorpianBMW:: PorcheJeremy:: the clothes companyAudacious:: pompousDrag Queen:: PriscillaTitle:: BookStamp:: EnvelopeBad:: EggsSnow White:: ShrekDelegate:: PoliticsUnconscious Mutterings</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109202814668326856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109202814668326856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/08/sting-scorpian-bmw-porche-jeremy.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109186342843155018</id><published>2004-08-07T17:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T17:23:48.430+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Walking around aimlessly, inebriated and freezing, in Sandringham and Hampton. Where are we going? Home. How do we get there? We don't know. I hear trains off in the distance and we attempt to find the nearest road with cars on it. Finally, after half an hour of walking, we stop off at a service station... and sit there for agse half asleep casually chatting to the Caltex guy as he gave us free </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109186342843155018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109186342843155018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/08/walking-around-aimlessly-inebriated.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109175065708826356</id><published>2004-08-06T09:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T10:04:17.086+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know what I really don't understand? And there probably is a simple explanation for it, but why people always do the two lines on cheques. Sisters deb last night... i'm still fucked. Formal tonight</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109175065708826356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109175065708826356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/08/you-know-what-i-really-dont-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109144006961438684</id><published>2004-08-02T19:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T19:47:49.613+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiderbait...</title><summary type='text'>... are one of the raddest bands in Australia's history. MTV have just showed every filmclip by them. They make me wanna wave the Aussie flag in patriotic pride and slash prices of all electronic goods. EVERYTHING MUST GO!!!Someone give me money. PleaseOh and I was fired today. Well not fired, just informed that 'my services are no longer needed' I kinda giggled and said yep sure. I just may </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109144006961438684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109144006961438684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/08/spiderbait.html' title='Spiderbait...'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109127869962693306</id><published>2004-07-31T22:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T23:32:05.053+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mr Cellophane should have been my name. Cuz you can walk right by me, something or other.Quiet Saturday night at home... Chugged back a few woodstocks with my sister and her best mate while the boy went off to support one of his mate's bands.I watched the classical, romantic, comedic tale of house of 1000 corpses. It was quite the alright. I can understand that their are some Rob Zombie junkies</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109127869962693306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109127869962693306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/07/mr-cellophane-should-have-been-my-name.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109100564249411939</id><published>2004-07-28T18:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T19:07:22.496+10:00</updated><title type='text'>lets get retarded</title><summary type='text'>Currently listening to the Black Eyed Peas smash hit.. really should find some time and money to invest in Elephunk.My brother's black friend was over today. I know, I'm subtle. Anyway, we were talking and got onto the topic of race and nationality of course which bought me to tell him what happened today.I'm sitting in business class and one of the hardcores was talking about how he can get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109100564249411939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109100564249411939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/07/lets-get-retarded.html' title='lets get retarded'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109082075331088322</id><published>2004-07-26T15:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T18:37:27.486+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The standard post Weekend blog entry. I'm still tired, sitting here on a Monday after school while so much has seemed to happen. I'm currently listening to Staind... and just as I said that, it finished and started on Mighty Bosstones. Here's an awesome little bit of street art I found on the net, through the links at livid.   ... and a funky button found somewhere.  I love my best mates. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109082075331088322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109082075331088322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/07/standard-post-weekend-blog-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109048985345091282</id><published>2004-07-22T19:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T19:50:53.450+10:00</updated><title type='text'>so much food</title><summary type='text'>I'm supposed to be on this diet thingy that I made up for the next few weeks but I haven't been able to stick to it well. I'm eating alot more fruits and vegies and doing exercise.. but I've also been smoking alot more, partially as an appetite suppressant. In the last hour alone, I've eaten garden salad, a fillet of chicken, small bit of casserole and a cheese and tomato jaffell.. i'm so full, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109048985345091282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109048985345091282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/07/so-much-food.html' title='so much food'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-109022465993791302</id><published>2004-07-19T18:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T18:10:59.936+10:00</updated><title type='text'>formal</title><summary type='text'>The formal is about 3 weeks away. And I'm shitting myself. I got my dress today but I have nothing else to go with it. A friend offered to do my hair and make up free of charge but its going to take a miracle for me to get some cash for other shit like nails, jewellery, shoes and bag. Haha. I showed my Grandpa the dress, which is a red halter neck cocktail kneelength dress, and he reckons its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109022465993791302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/109022465993791302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/07/formal.html' title='formal'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-108988514268871127</id><published>2004-07-15T19:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T20:08:03.383+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Australian music on the popular channels</title><summary type='text'>Vote for frenzal rhomba and support Australian musicA thread about itthe site is voting for fox vs frenzal rhomb because austereo play hardly any australian music.its this huge debacle, jay from frenzal called up kyle and jackie o and its become huge... Austereo's probably the most popular radio network collective.ausstero has lost 32% of its audience in melb because of novaYeah, its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108988514268871127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108988514268871127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/07/australian-music-on-popular-channels.html' title='Australian music on the popular channels'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-108980119828192313</id><published>2004-07-14T20:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T20:33:18.280+10:00</updated><title type='text'>misheard lyrics</title><summary type='text'>in the last two days, my sister has mistaken the two famous song lyricsElton John - Tiny Dancer"Hold Me closer, Tony Danza"En Vogue - Don't let go"Don't let go, we are the knights who don't say no"hahhahahahahhaha LAME</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108980119828192313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108980119828192313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/07/misheard-lyrics.html' title='misheard lyrics'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-108979251129639399</id><published>2004-07-14T17:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T18:08:31.296+10:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck people</title><summary type='text'>Maybe its because I have a cold.Maybe its because I'm in the first week back of term.Maybe its because I've taken 8 tablets in the last 9 hours.Or possibly, and this is the most probable solution, its because in general people suck and are the worst species God created. Why couldn't I have been born a cat? Cats don't have any moral or social responsiblity. They do whatever the damn hell they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108979251129639399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108979251129639399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/07/fuck-people.html' title='fuck people'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-108933576182326678</id><published>2004-07-09T11:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T11:16:01.823+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Stealing cars</title><summary type='text'>My family must not have the best of luck with cars. Yesterday I walked around the front yard, as you do, and I noticed a sleeping teenage boy in the passenger seat of my brothers car. I stood there, coming up with all sorts of explanations, my favorite being that he was a carjacker with narcolepsy who had happened to fall asleep at the most unfortunate of moments. However, he looked up and stared</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108933576182326678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108933576182326678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/07/stealing-cars.html' title='Stealing cars'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-108909038418977126</id><published>2004-07-06T15:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T15:06:24.306+10:00</updated><title type='text'>World leader</title><summary type='text'> What Famous Leader Are You?personality tests by similarminds.comHaha.. pot smoker. How the hell did it get that idea?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108909038418977126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108909038418977126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/07/world-leader.html' title='World leader'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-108905407973725561</id><published>2004-07-06T04:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T05:01:19.736+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Somawo  Cool photo gallery with baskets and whatnotYenMag -- hungover A rather nice article to contemplate overNoise Need I say moreMonster Children Cool artsy magazine</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108905407973725561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108905407973725561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/07/somawo-cool-photo-gallery-with-baskets.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-108905385325078203</id><published>2004-07-06T04:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T04:57:33.250+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>About fucking time. She's from my area too. I've been drunk on that beach</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108905385325078203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108905385325078203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/07/about-fucking-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-108904959912164675</id><published>2004-07-06T03:41:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T03:46:39.150+10:00</updated><title type='text'>its 3:38 am and the computer is making funny sounds</title><summary type='text'>i'm really in a perplexed mixed state right now.as my sausage roll heats up in the baroness's oven. its hella good as two passed out ectsasy poppers lie side by side, coming down from their strenous high. Oww. they cry to me in pain, putting their heartburn on the line between life and death. that ever grey monumental fence stands taller then the berlin wall.Random thought. Explanation may come</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108904959912164675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108904959912164675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/07/its-338-am-and-computer-is-making.html' title='its 3:38 am and the computer is making funny sounds'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-108851891062417036</id><published>2004-06-30T00:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T00:31:15.643+10:00</updated><title type='text'>the tale of the angel vomit</title><summary type='text'>Oh how its past my bed time. Still up, not as inebriated as I was before, but a few hours ago I was desperately trying to throw up. Beer, weed and chocolate pudding don't make a great mix in my stomach. Oh, and about 150 grams of Cadbury Drinking Chocolate. Just the memory makes me savour. And Lasagne, we also had Lasagne.I can still remember myself hurling over the toilet bowl,... ps. hope </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108851891062417036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108851891062417036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/06/tale-of-angel-vomit.html' title='the tale of the angel vomit'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-108841385693304477</id><published>2004-06-28T18:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T19:10:56.933+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The school holidays have ransacked my haven of peace. Damned Kids.Normally I get freaked out by most people, maybe its the antisociality in me, but today I thought I'd be nice. I was sitting at my dad's work, conveniantly at a boring former footy ground. Seeing as its third term vacation, the crowd at the local shopping centre was fucking shit fuck shtuiopejlrekrejlwkw.ew.Ya heard me. I just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108841385693304477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108841385693304477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/06/school-holidays-have-ransacked-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-108806116118431376</id><published>2004-06-24T16:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T18:09:58.400+10:00</updated><title type='text'>bling bla ba doo dah, a wong bam boop!</title><summary type='text'>9 comments. Yay, thats alot! That must be a world record for me. I don't think I've ever had that much recognition! Someone even went to the trouble of adding me on MSN. And another person signed up to blogger just to post on my site. Isn't that nice? I'd better change it so all anonymous punters can go on and comment. Only one day left of school, then its 2 term holidays for me. Oh what fun. I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108806116118431376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108806116118431376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/06/bling-bla-ba-doo-dah-wong-bam-boop.html' title='bling bla ba doo dah, a wong bam boop!'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-108781345699258062</id><published>2004-06-21T20:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T20:24:16.993+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been blog whoring around the internet today, which is always fun, if you want random comments back from people who you don't even know, or particularly want to know. I bet I lost many spans of attention with saying that. I want to see the new Shrek movie but apparantly its completely over-rated and equivalent to Austen Powers 3.... which I actually thought was damn good. Best Austen powers </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108781345699258062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108781345699258062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/06/ive-been-blog-whoring-around-internet.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-108772769320139496</id><published>2004-06-20T20:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T20:34:53.200+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NGV -- Ian Potter Centre/Gallery thing: cool.museum shop: very cool.my love of pop culture and art: obsessive.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108772769320139496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108772769320139496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/06/ngv-ian-potter-centregallery-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-108764016616613574</id><published>2004-06-19T20:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T18:05:47.336+10:00</updated><title type='text'>forum politics.</title><summary type='text'>This is a post I made a few days ago about the internet/real life social scenario.Oh but wait, I thought it didn't mean anything to you and you laughed it off because apparantly nothing any 'mere mortal' could ever do would have any impact on you.Besides, the way I treated you? Ahem, I may have thrown grog on you , but that was only after provoked. I did not hurl insults at you, I did not say </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108764016616613574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108764016616613574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/06/forum-politics.html' title='forum politics.'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-108761005403349889</id><published>2004-06-19T11:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T11:54:14.033+10:00</updated><title type='text'>hello, its a beautiful day</title><summary type='text'>Last night I had to cater for a debutante ball. Too much moral debate. I knocked some chick over whiel dancing and then chopped up about a gram and smoked half of it with Liam. I swear, I have some of the funniest music in my library of several thousand.Currently listening to Iko Iko by the Indigo Girls. This blog is smalll because I am currently finding it difficult to concentrate on what I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108761005403349889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108761005403349889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/06/hello-its-beautiful-day.html' title='hello, its a beautiful day'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-108736376134266076</id><published>2004-06-16T15:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T15:33:27.950+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whats with the huge debate between Google and yahoo? I'm so out of it, I just use hotmail, always have, always will. So much more junk doesn't get filtered through my yahoo account. Whats with silly non existant words becoming huge internet companies? I'm just waiting for a huge hullaballoo.com to take over google and yahoo. Maybe even a www.shabadaba.net or a www.scoobybubbaloo.org to come into </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108736376134266076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108736376134266076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/06/whats-with-huge-debate-between-google.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-108720550712118573</id><published>2004-06-14T19:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T19:32:17.223+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its the geekiness in me mixed with a huge serving of the little kid that never grows up. I purchased myself a beautiful shiny new discman, thanks to the kind folk of JB Hi-Fi. I've been attracted to that store like the little consumer whore I am since the days of those classic ads where someone just smashed a mallet into a yellow glass sign of JB. Here is the production description and a snap of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108720550712118573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108720550712118573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/06/its-geekiness-in-me-mixed-with-huge.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-108677927922073140</id><published>2004-06-09T21:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T21:07:59.220+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Respect is deserved to the wonderful Andy Kaufman. Although someones trying to pose as him  I think its decent that there are still people who haven't forgotten true entertainers of our history. Now I know its desputable seeing as Andy was a mentally disturbed character from day one, but his entertainment career is comprehensive enough to make anyone think twice.I'm getting really sick of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108677927922073140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108677927922073140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/06/respect-is-deserved-to-wonderful-andy.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-108667064098862853</id><published>2004-06-08T14:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T14:57:52.206+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Truths of Teenage Masturbation. The story of a friend's confrontation with embarrassment. Haven't been on blogger for a while. I like the new layout of editing the blog, its a heap nicer. Think I'm gonna change the template. Just for the sheer hell of it. Unit 3 of year 12 is over, thank god, I'm now on my mid yearish break. Queen's Birthday Weekend next week, and I only have to go to school </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108667064098862853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108667064098862853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/06/truths-of-teenage-masturbation.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-108358020471869415</id><published>2004-05-03T20:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T20:33:09.030+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i jumped out of a window today... and copped shit for it. it was fun though, especially getting in shit from the fat-ass music teacher. always a highlight in the day. I've come to the conclusion that no matter where they're from, 17 year olds have this thing where they still take out their insecurities on other people for no other reason besides the fact that they can. You'd think by the time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108358020471869415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108358020471869415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-jumped-out-of-window-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-108332258944305717</id><published>2004-04-30T20:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T20:59:35.826+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I really barely ever post on this blog anymore. Not because I don't have time, as anyone who would ever read this would know, I don't try at year 12, but I think I've lost all creativity at writing. I have to have some sort  of purpose and just having a blank white screen infront of me doesn't really inspire me. Its like I can't write without a particular subject to talk about. I could do what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108332258944305717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108332258944305717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-really-barely-ever-post-on-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-108200319867013153</id><published>2004-04-15T14:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T14:29:30.123+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh dear god, I should really be doing some all important year 12 stuff that is due in four days which I haven't started. Ha, I don't really intend on doing it, but I should. I went to a party down in Chelsea the other day. The beach and the park are awesome, and I've never been chased by cops so when there's about 30 of us around a huge park and someone yelled cops and I screamed and I ran and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108200319867013153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108200319867013153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/04/oh-dear-god-i-should-really-be-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-108166154057903215</id><published>2004-04-11T15:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T15:35:08.123+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate Kelis. How crap is she?No I don't really. I just really don't like her new song. Not the milkshake one, theres another one that has lyrics like "touch me once / touch me twice/ now touch me once / oooh now touch me twice.Seriously. What the. fuck.I like Gus and Frank though.I don't like working from 7 am till 2 pm on Easter Sunday and not getting paid extra for the public holiday, OR </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108166154057903215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108166154057903215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-hate-kelis.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-108140901648743589</id><published>2004-04-08T17:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T17:26:21.186+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wrote this on the Sounds Like Chicken Forum: The Saonce is bullshit, but I believe every person in the future should remember and still love Kurt Cobain. Yes, I'm a total sap, but read up on him.... and his art. He had a really awesome talent for art when he was little and some relative of his put up his paintings in a gallery on the commerative day. Courtney Love is a bit fucked up, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108140901648743589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108140901648743589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-wrote-this-on-sounds-like-chicken.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-108115746409742787</id><published>2004-04-05T19:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T20:38:59.173+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kurt Cobain went through such an intrigueing life and in the end turned out to be one of the most influential people on youth, drugs and life as western society fell into a pitch of darkness they are yet to come out of. Not only has his music with Nirvana inspired many other people, as they only made 3 studio albums, but his art, philosophy, poetry and life stands as ... not a role model but an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108115746409742787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108115746409742787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/04/kurt-cobain-went-through-such.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-108008627955951585</id><published>2004-03-24T10:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T20:42:05.133+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I haven't written in here for quite a while... things are abit different. I'm back on my meds and I feel alot happier now :) My health is a bit fucked, as I am pretty sure that my lungs are the size of shrivelled walnuts. But thats in no part due to the cold I have and the constant smoking.Dammit I think I'm going to have to start a bridget jones list like diary. Stop smoking. Stop craving.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108008627955951585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/108008627955951585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/03/well-i-havent-written-in-here-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-107925841886252590</id><published>2004-03-14T21:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T21:02:38.890+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well my family football team won the grand final of the wizard cup. Surely you would have heard about it... thats if you live in Melbourne. Sorry to be an old analytical farty rarty mother hubbard, but all football is an excuse for young males to let out their aggression onto other players. I can't even stand to partake in a 'family activity' about football that I won't get absolutely bored out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/107925841886252590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/107925841886252590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/03/well-my-family-football-team-won-grand.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-107899849195345925</id><published>2004-03-11T20:48:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T20:50:28.310+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>some art is just weird. but shocking in the same way. like cosimo cavallaro's work. installations of a process of birth.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/107899849195345925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/107899849195345925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/03/some-art-is-just-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-107812527035744003</id><published>2004-03-01T18:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T18:16:37.060+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"i know a pirate to, his name is korok and he is asian, he once was a slave but bosma whipped him into shape, he now serves peasents to rich people (the rich people eat the peasents and then they say BOSMA RULES) AND later on the dogs come and they die and then they bark BOSMA RULES and then the girls come and they are all like OMG THATS BOSMA HE RULES HE'S LIKE COOL HE'S THAT GUY THAT WEARS THE </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/107812527035744003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/107812527035744003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-know-pirate-to-his-name-is-korok-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-107761181074084488</id><published>2004-02-24T19:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T19:43:08.466+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Isn't it strange when someone you haven't heard from in ages just decides to randomly call. Not only have you not heard from them, but heard nothing about. Okay, Okay, I'll be abit more specific. Romantically, when you go out with someone and your not from the same social circle, and the only time you talk to anyone FROM the same social circle as them is when your with them. Then they just give </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/107761181074084488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/107761181074084488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/02/isnt-it-strange-when-someone-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-107701583833689873</id><published>2004-02-17T22:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T22:05:52.390+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damn slumpiness. Its been a few days now, where I just don't have any energy to do anything. This will be a small post because... of the reason just given. School and family and work are all giving me the shits. I need a new something.. I don't know what though. A new element of something to live for in life. Well, If I can't find anything, there's always stamp collecting. Not really, although I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/107701583833689873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/107701583833689873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/02/damn-slumpiness.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-107691453723903134</id><published>2004-02-16T17:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T18:00:27.450+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My brother came home from thailand today, after going for six weeks. I really want to travel and see what its like up there, considering the furthest I've been from home was Sydney... or Hobart.How utterly sad is that? Well, I'm only 17, so I'll have alot more time to travel once I've finished school, and If I don't get into my desired uni course... which currently I'm not even sure if I will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/107691453723903134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/107691453723903134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/02/my-brother-came-home-from-thailand.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-107683440460292436</id><published>2004-02-15T19:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T19:41:56.043+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dr. Zoidberg is quite the character. Tonight's Futurama was about Fry meeting a mermaid from the lost city of atlanta.. which apparantly hicksville in America. Damn localised jokes!So far, my updating hasn't gone as well, as I don't believe in paying for an internet service like pictures, so I can't have any pictures.. damn you zoidy mc smellycheese</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/107683440460292436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/107683440460292436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/02/dr.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-107673845271526796</id><published>2004-02-14T17:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T17:09:14.640+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Richard Ashcroft really does have the voice of an angel. I've had Human Condition for a while, but only been really tuning into it in the last few days. His vocals grab so much emotion, and the instrumentalism in ALL of his songs is breathtaking. Oh sigh. This is what I'm doing on my Valentine's Day, how sad.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/107673845271526796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/107673845271526796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/02/richard-ashcroft-really-does-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-107640286524316710</id><published>2004-02-10T19:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T19:49:31.466+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm starting to think that maybe I'm like that girl off Men in Black 2, who controls the weather without even realising it. Every time I get sha-titty about something it starts raining soon after. Or maybe I'm just crazy. I'm updating this blog abit, changing titles and stuff. Soon I'll make a real layout. Sometime in the not too distant future.Seeing as I actually picked up a guitar today and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/107640286524316710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/107640286524316710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/02/im-starting-to-think-that-maybe-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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-2139924.post-107631406340427700</id><published>2004-02-09T19:07:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T19:09:29.170+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've come to realise that the way I feel about everything is because of my perception.Enlightful huh? I've been thinking about that for a while but haven't been entirely sure how to express it... and I still don't think I did it very well.I watched the movie Fargo and although the critics have raved that its the 'best movie of '96' personally I don't see what the big deal is. Its about some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/107631406340427700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139924/posts/default/107631406340427700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosmic.blogspot.com/2004/02/ive-come-to-realise-that-way-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13529558930406860339</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>
