<?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-5711817500477277291</id><updated>2012-02-04T02:32:36.337-08:00</updated><category term='comedian'/><category term='adam hills'/><category term='lady in red'/><category term='charles dickens'/><title type='text'>Boring damned people.</title><subtitle type='html'>Ramblings of a walrus</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711817500477277291/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rosie Barron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wXid9aflX9k/Ty0IynJ_0OI/AAAAAAAAAFA/b5YTQxztmYY/s220/Snapshot_20111128_7.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711817500477277291.post-686090086505928285</id><published>2010-02-06T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T02:58:19.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jeezum crow.</title><content type='html'>pretention doesn't make you an artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for fucks sake, be people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5711817500477277291-686090086505928285?l=boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/686090086505928285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com/2010/02/jeezum-crow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711817500477277291/posts/default/686090086505928285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711817500477277291/posts/default/686090086505928285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com/2010/02/jeezum-crow.html' title='jeezum crow.'/><author><name>Rosie Barron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wXid9aflX9k/Ty0IynJ_0OI/AAAAAAAAAFA/b5YTQxztmYY/s220/Snapshot_20111128_7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711817500477277291.post-993625005844010379</id><published>2009-10-26T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:32:49.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once And For All We're Gonna Tell You Who We Are So Shut Up And Listen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IeZ_OgAzzCs/SuZ3jvmSxhI/AAAAAAAAABk/G91ODOX9Y4Q/s1600-h/once+and+for+all.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IeZ_OgAzzCs/SuZ3jvmSxhI/AAAAAAAAABk/G91ODOX9Y4Q/s320/once+and+for+all.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397132659406325266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and saw this play a few months ago that totally and completely blew me away. It was a play about adolescence performed by a group of Belgian teenagers and it was just magnificient in every way possible. I'd say it was probably the best thing I've ever seen. It was just beautiful and it affected me like nothing I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those rare things where everything it was made up of was absolutely perfect. You could take out the dialogue or the content even and just be left with the visual aspect of it and still be amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the play even began, we were subjected to this incredible soundscape from either side of the stage. Just kids banging and kicking and screaming and chanting. Everybody in the audience was smiling. The cast acted the same scene over again, but each time in a different style. When they first came out it was just chaos. Just people everywhere. Fighting and playing and kissing and many other verbs. I was crying from about the second scene until we were eating Pancakes on the Rocks. Seriously, nothing has ever made me do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music they used was amazing too. There was this one scene where every character was just kissing eachother. Full on kissing everywhere while Jose Gonzalez's Heartbeats was playing (coincidentally one of my favourite songs.)  And the ending was just triumphant. Just movement and colours and water and everything everywhere while Expolosions in the Sky was playing. I'm almost crying just thinking about it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so priveldged to have gotten to see that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5711817500477277291-993625005844010379?l=boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/993625005844010379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com/2009/10/once-and-for-all-were-gonna-tell-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711817500477277291/posts/default/993625005844010379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711817500477277291/posts/default/993625005844010379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com/2009/10/once-and-for-all-were-gonna-tell-you.html' title='Once And For All We&apos;re Gonna Tell You Who We Are So Shut Up And Listen.'/><author><name>Rosie Barron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wXid9aflX9k/Ty0IynJ_0OI/AAAAAAAAAFA/b5YTQxztmYY/s220/Snapshot_20111128_7.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IeZ_OgAzzCs/SuZ3jvmSxhI/AAAAAAAAABk/G91ODOX9Y4Q/s72-c/once+and+for+all.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711817500477277291.post-3962267125650515723</id><published>2009-10-10T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T05:28:21.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is a truth universally known that Jane Austen gives good head.</title><content type='html'>It is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looming HSC and uni app in and such.&lt;br /&gt;#1: B/A: UNSW - ATAR: 78&lt;br /&gt;#2: B/A: USyd - ATAR: 84&lt;br /&gt;#3: B/A: Mac - ATAR: 77.10&lt;br /&gt;etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advanced English Paper #1: Area of Study - 21/10/09&lt;br /&gt;Advanced English Paper #2: Critical Study, Transformations or something, Conflicting perspectives - 23/10/09&lt;br /&gt;General Mathematics - 26/10/09&lt;br /&gt;English Extension 1: Genre - 30/10/09&lt;br /&gt;Community &amp;amp; Family Studies - 2/11/09&lt;br /&gt;Drama: Contemporary Australian Theatre/Brecht - end of the HSC - 3.30pm - 12/11/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIDA audition on 18/11/09&lt;br /&gt;Monolgues:&lt;br /&gt;Educating Rita: Rita&lt;br /&gt;Compiled script: Janis Joplin&lt;br /&gt;A Midsummer Night's Dream: Helena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shitbag formal - 19/11/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning 18 on 28/11/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to put in a TAFE app...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5711817500477277291-3962267125650515723?l=boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3962267125650515723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-is-truth-universally-known-that-jane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711817500477277291/posts/default/3962267125650515723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711817500477277291/posts/default/3962267125650515723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-is-truth-universally-known-that-jane.html' title='It is a truth universally known that Jane Austen gives good head.'/><author><name>Rosie Barron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wXid9aflX9k/Ty0IynJ_0OI/AAAAAAAAAFA/b5YTQxztmYY/s220/Snapshot_20111128_7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711817500477277291.post-8981210860063567764</id><published>2009-10-03T22:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T05:30:30.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5711817500477277291-8981210860063567764?l=boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8981210860063567764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com/2009/10/boringdamnedpeople-hungry-beast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711817500477277291/posts/default/8981210860063567764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711817500477277291/posts/default/8981210860063567764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com/2009/10/boringdamnedpeople-hungry-beast.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosie Barron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wXid9aflX9k/Ty0IynJ_0OI/AAAAAAAAAFA/b5YTQxztmYY/s220/Snapshot_20111128_7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711817500477277291.post-8551045008070062868</id><published>2009-08-22T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T08:53:04.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Web log.</title><content type='html'>That's what blog is short for. Isn't that interesting? Well, anyhow. I haven't posted for ages and whilst there are many contributing factors to this, the most prominent would probably school. I don't even want a higher school certicifate anymore. Yes, I do. Point is, if you ever take English Extension 2 (don't do it) and choose to write a short story (again, mistake), probably try not to leave it to the last month and a bit before the due date. Especially when trials are approaching and so is your HSC monologue/group performance! Or just save yourself the pain altogether and drop out after year ten. Life isn't a gem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't seen much cool shit lately - damned education and laziness holding me back. But something incredible did happen a month ago from this very day. My lovely, lovely friend April who went to Austria for six months finally came home and hugged me! And with that, I took my head out of the oven and drew a picture. I love April so very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should be editing right now but, after a day's worth of procrastination, I feel I've earnt the right to take my nineteenth break and write a blog. About blogs. No, I wouldn't know where to begin! But I will pay hommage to the following bloggers; I don't know their names but they were all women who began writing sex blos in early-mid '00s inciting a cyber-sexual revolution. I watched a documentary about them and it said that the few examples of women being open about their sex lives lay in films like Bridget Jones' Diary and that wasn't nearly the half of it! These women (a famous example lies in Belle Du Joir: Intimate Adventure of a London Call Girl) spoke openly and explicitly about their sexual needs and experiences and that had not yet been done. Just thought it was interesting, is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that's interesting is So You Think You Can Dance. I watched the American version for the first time in a very long time last night and Ellen Degeneres was a guest judge (:D), Katie Holmes did her Judy Garland dance (:D:D) and this pair did a dance that made every judge cry. (:D:D:D) T'was beautiful! I missed SYTYCD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God I get to sit five rows back from Cate Blanchett in October when she plays Blanche Duboir in A Streetcar Named Desire. I don't deserve her wonder! Speaking of Sydney Theatre Company (Streetcar's an STC production) over the past few weeks I've been there to see Poor Boy and The City. Mind blown. I had reservations about Poor Boy before I went to see it, but it was wonderful - I just sort of found myself really liking it. The City was fantastic. So fantastically dark and funny. And next Friday I'm going to see Once and For All We're Going to Tell You Who We Are so Shut up and Listen. (&lt;- I think I got the capital letters right?) It's this play about teenagers done by thirteen teenagers (also through STC). I love STC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto dramatic matters, I applied for NIDA. If only they accepted more than 3 people... But it should be a fun day all the same! And my aforementioned monologue is coming along quite nicely - I totally sound like Janis Joplin! And I remember the script!! Pretty much anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I love Janis Joplin. Speaking of which, I found out Zooey Deschanel is playing her in a 2010 film, The Gospel According to Janis. Combination of two great people! I am excited! And as soon as yucky trials are over, Inglorious Basterds, Coraline, Public Enemies and Beautiful Cate. I've been waiting ever so paitently!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma study now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5711817500477277291-8551045008070062868?l=boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8551045008070062868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com/2009/08/web-log.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711817500477277291/posts/default/8551045008070062868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711817500477277291/posts/default/8551045008070062868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com/2009/08/web-log.html' title='Web log.'/><author><name>Rosie Barron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wXid9aflX9k/Ty0IynJ_0OI/AAAAAAAAAFA/b5YTQxztmYY/s220/Snapshot_20111128_7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711817500477277291.post-2169965932925587224</id><published>2009-06-05T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T08:25:39.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i should blog more often.</title><content type='html'>A lot of undocumented things have happened and I have been to lazy to write about them resulting in them catching up with me and flooding my life!!! Hence the title. So, I'll begin by listing the things I must write about! The Crucible (Sydney Theatre Company Production), Rochelle's eighteenth, Elle's eighteenth, The Presets (supported by Van She and Architecture in Helsinki), Newtown Flicks which somehow resulted in seeing The Scare play, Chicago, being apart of the studio audience for what was perhaps the most controversial Chaser's War on Everything episode to date, Lily Allen (supported by Cassette Kids). Lily was on the 9/6 and due to horrible, life-consuming school plus illness, I've had a bit of a dry spell. Unless you count Wednesday when I got out of bed for the first time in order to perform our group performance (but more about drama later.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off! Ben Folds be returning to Australia! Hazaa!! And I have a ticket - double hazaa!! Also I'm on a waiting list to gat a ticket to see Cate Blanchett (my favourite person ever) play southern bell Blanch Dubior in A Streetcar Named Desire - so happy! Anyways... going chronologically, The Crucible - Syd Theatre Company production and brilliant! I want to be a STC actor - wah! For some reason all I can write about is how fantastic all their voices were - booming, I tells you! Oh wow. The rest of the day was lovely too. We spent it walking around The Rocks and the rest of that crazy city. But not all of it though because it's rather large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rochelle's eighteenth was superfun. T'was a small gathering in her garage to which we danced to talk-talk-talk-talk-talk like-like-like-like-like that-that-that-that-that-that and other disco favourites! Amber was falling over herself, I was taking straight swigs from a brown bagged bottle of volsk and we were all singstarring. Happy coming of age Rochelle. In a much classier birthday celebration, we went to Simply Sicilian and enjoyed a night of elegant dining for Elle's eighteenth. T'was lovely. She did however trashbag it up in Sydney the next night which is good cos now she beautiful and legal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another occasion involving talk-talk-talk-talk-talk like-like-like-like-like that-that-that-that-that-that...ing was the Presets show at the Hordern - more volsk swiggin'! We decided to drive which was warmer and more comfortable than any other option which is good and not worth writing. Anyways, the show began with Van She whose music, I must say I'm not too familiar with. They were good though. I wasn't paying that much attention because we found lovely Kris Sorensen! As I think I've already blogged before, Arcitechture in Helsinki are always so much fun! Everytime I've seen them though, they've never played "Frenchy, I'm Faking". Stiull though, I love seeing that band! Presets too did not disappoint! They started with Talk Like That - they mainly did Apocalypso stuff but is all good! They did play Girl and the Sea though which is what I was waiting for :) My People is such a ridiculously fun live song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elle and I went to the Newtown Flicks film festival to see lovely Dan's lovely Naked People Wearing Clothes :) This proved to be quite a pleasant day despite shitty weather. Some of the films (definitely including NPWC) were great to watch. There was a film where all of these people who lived or worked on King St, Newtown were interviewed about the funniest/best/cutest/most outrageous thing they'd seen on King St which I though was a great idea. (I think that movie won the heat.) (NPWC whould've won!) There was some odd and honestly slightly painful sci-fi movie from Uni of Tech that was there. Yes, it was. After the screening, Elle and I rushed to the bus shelter to get back to Central but we got a call off Dan saying The Scare was playing a free all-ages show right near Central so we decided to go (after getting lost several times and taking about 40 mins to find the venue.) T'was wonderful! The venue was this little concrete room you had to use the World's biggest ramp to enter and the band was great. There were these two guys standing in front of us passing a bottle of some expensive looking liquor back and forth and when they had only made it about 3 cm down the neck, one dropped it and their precious went everywhere. T'was lulzy for everyone who wasn't them :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go see Chicago! (Lyric theatre.) It's so good and vibrant and hilarious and beautiful and fun! Oh, I love Chicago! The cast were incredible but the leads were perfect. I've fallen back in love with that movie/story. We went as a school excursion so our group filled a big chunk of the floor section. It too was nice walking around Darling Harbour before the show started. I can't think of what else to write except go see it if you get the chance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, The Chaser. Ahh terrible jokes about terminally ill children that spark much debate, criticism and, honestly, laughter. (Yes, I still think it's wrong though.) Craggle and I scored studio audience tickets (which we had to run from Central to Ultimo [desperatley needing to pee] to maintain.) It was such a funny night! We made friends with the women sitting next to us (which is nice), participated in a Jerry Springer-esq sketch that was lots and lots of fun, touched some team members and ate the best Thai food ever. Again, I must advocate that you go see this if you get the chance (before the season ends!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily was good. Drama is daunting atm. That's all I can be bothered to write right now. I'm off to become Janis Joplin! (minus life-threatening habits.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5711817500477277291-2169965932925587224?l=boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/2169965932925587224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-should-blog-more-often.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711817500477277291/posts/default/2169965932925587224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711817500477277291/posts/default/2169965932925587224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-should-blog-more-often.html' title='i should blog more often.'/><author><name>Rosie Barron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wXid9aflX9k/Ty0IynJ_0OI/AAAAAAAAAFA/b5YTQxztmYY/s220/Snapshot_20111128_7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711817500477277291.post-4484268717390965817</id><published>2009-05-21T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T06:18:12.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm an idiot.</title><content type='html'>So for english extension 2 class i have to write a 6000-8000 word story and I've written about 500. We have been doing them for ages, I just can't make myself write! Our first draft was due about 2 weeks ago and I've done barely anything. I suck. I have to be in the mood to write it and I just never am. Oh my poor HSC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of working on it now like I should be, I have been on facebook, written half a song and am writing a blog. Why did God make me? Or whoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am finally buying a new guitar next week! One that I can actually plug into an amp which I'm sure will prove very handy. That's actually the most part of what I've been doing lately - playing guitar and harmonica and kazoo and everything. I bought a kazoo the other day and it broke in the space of about 2 hours! Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, over the past few weeks I've been to the first two eighteenths of people in my year; Justine's and Rochelle's. Oh, they were fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justine's: Dress up party where you could go as anything starting with J, U, S, T, I, N or E. So basically anything. haha. I went as a neanderthal which meant I got to wear a paper bone in my hair which is always fun. Lovely Justine went as Tinkerbell, Elle went as a sailor and everyone else went as other things. Rochelle's: a lovely shindig in her garage in which I drank alot, we sang singstar, Amber kept falling over and Alex danced lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Groovin the Moo. I didn't write about that before. T'was a fun day! Admittedly I overestimated myself and drank way too much but that's okay cos I sobered up before the end! Various highlights including The Drones: just because they're fantastic and I bought a "The Drones" teatowel, De La Soul: brings back fond memories of hippin' and hoppin' with the only other person near me singing along to the songs (I am fairly sure his mother was with us and I got a photo with them!), Architechure in Helsinki: such a funky group that always but on a fantastic show! and despite Katy Steele's speaking voice being a female version of Bob Dylan (who I love, but she just isn't supposed to sound like that!), Little Birdy were also lots of fun. We're downpoints however; port-a-loos for one (getting "Are you okay honey?" from strangers the other side of the plastic door as I was taking too long: trying to use the toilet without actually having to touch it), the abundance of horrible people downing pingas like mentos and the long, cold voyage home, t'was a good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Danny Bhoy around this time also which was fantastic. However, I think I might have already written about him in a previous blog and I don't want to overlap. I also can't be bothered to check my blog in a new tab so I will leave you with this: Danny Bhoy is a God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5711817500477277291-4484268717390965817?l=boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/4484268717390965817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-idiot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711817500477277291/posts/default/4484268717390965817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711817500477277291/posts/default/4484268717390965817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-idiot.html' title='i&apos;m an idiot.'/><author><name>Rosie Barron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wXid9aflX9k/Ty0IynJ_0OI/AAAAAAAAAFA/b5YTQxztmYY/s220/Snapshot_20111128_7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711817500477277291.post-2996235449701694491</id><published>2009-05-15T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T07:25:09.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tom gabel.</title><content type='html'>I've been terribly lazy lately and haven't written anything in ages. I'm sorry, Panda. I suppose I'll begin with a recent thing that happened to me which I probably should write about because it's a fun story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Tom Gabel, front man of one of my favourite bands in the world, Against Me! was doing a tour with Chuck Ragan, front man of Hot Water Music. We had to see this. The original plan was to haulass to Canberra for the show but for a number of reasons, this plan didn't end up happening. However, despite my plans for the Groovin' the Moo festival the next day, we went to the Cambridge to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A number of things could've gone wrong. Firstly, as I am not yet eighteen and this was an over-eighteen's event, I had an I.D with one name on it, a moshcard (tickets were done through moshtix) with my real name on it and a credit card (required to get tickets) with another name on it. At 5pm, the time I was supposed to be picked up by dear Perry, I had a call from Craig (who was also initially coming) saying that he'd gotten food poisoning (he's better now :)) and couldn't make it which meant that I had a spare ticket and at that point no company on the frightening train ride home. After about 15 minutes of frantically trying to work something out, mother came up with the resolve of me staying at my sister's house, which was great as she lives near Newcastle and some of her friends were going to the festival also - they'd give me a lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, dear Josh was in the car with us - he had plans to go to the brewery - but he ended up using Craig's ticket (and also telling the woman at the door the moshcard belonged to his girlfriend and the credit card to his stepmum.) We got to Newcastle and had a bit of a walk while Perry and Josh drank their Guinness and Japanese beer and then went back to the car. While we were at the car, Tom Gabel walked past so we called out and said hello. Perry offered him a Guinness and I offered him some Vodka I had in my bag for the next day but he declined. He was very polite and lovely though, so we decided to write him a letter on the back of a map. Stupidest shit haha. It said things like, "Why are you so tall? There's nothing about that in your albums - I find that misleading" and "Can we tell everyone we're heaps tight with you to get some sweet tail?" (Or something to that effect.) We added our email addresses (in case he ever gets lonely) and took it into the pub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we got there early, we didn't get I.D checked (which was lucky, because apparently they were thorough) but anyways while we were sitting, we were joined by Kate, Tarah, Jaime and some guy I didn't know and one of those events photographers from a Newcastle paper took a photo of us which is fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went into the Glass House performance space part where we saw Tom, so I gave him our letter - him and a roadie read it and liked it lots :) I spoke to him for a while and told him that "Perry said you should Twitter about us" and took a for some girl I kinda knew and then went off to find Perry and Josh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The support act was brilliant. It was a girl named Jen who Josh immediately fell in love with - I think 90% of the people there did. She made a comment about wanting someone to buy her a beer so Josh swooped in! T'was lovely of him and she seemed very appreciative. Throughout her set we were telling Josh, "Okay, you have to go for it." And he did. To our dismay however, Jen turned out to be a lesbian which meant Josh didn't get to touch her :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Ragan was fantastic. I had only heard about three of his songs beforehand but he was just fantastic. Him and his lovely harmonica! He also covered this Alkaline Trio song I loved in my younger days (and still do). When his set had finished, he called up Tom and they did a duet of "Wagon Wheel" - an old Against Me! song I never thought I'd ever hear live. I still can't believe I did. After that, Chuck left the stage and Tom went on with his solo set. Other songs that completley blew my mind included "Untitled (Armageddon)", the acoustic version of "Walking is Still Honest", "Jordan's First Choice", "We Did it All For Don" and quite possibly my favourite some in the Universe, "Tonight We're Gonna Give it 35%". I spent alot of the set in a combination of disbelief and euphoria yelling "This shouldn't be happening!" to Perry. He encored with "Baby, I'm an Anarchist!" (WTF? :D) and a duet of "Anna is a Stool Pigeon" (Tom's solo EP) with Chuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he finished he came off the stage and we thanked him and stuff (and hugged him) and advanced to the street! We had to wait for my brother-in-law to pick me up so we decided to write another letter for him. I think this one was even stupider but it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going back to my sister's, I got a message of Perry reading, "Tom Gabel just thanked us personally on Twitter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://twitter.com/tommygabel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5711817500477277291-2996235449701694491?l=boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/2996235449701694491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com/2009/05/tom-gabel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711817500477277291/posts/default/2996235449701694491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711817500477277291/posts/default/2996235449701694491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com/2009/05/tom-gabel.html' title='tom gabel.'/><author><name>Rosie Barron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wXid9aflX9k/Ty0IynJ_0OI/AAAAAAAAAFA/b5YTQxztmYY/s220/Snapshot_20111128_7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711817500477277291.post-1087502711289569926</id><published>2009-04-17T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T01:12:44.049-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charles dickens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adam hills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady in red'/><title type='text'>i'm smitten!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IeZ_OgAzzCs/SemKVU90htI/AAAAAAAAABc/Gw3Wc5eyHyo/s1600-h/SANY2458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IeZ_OgAzzCs/SemKVU90htI/AAAAAAAAABc/Gw3Wc5eyHyo/s320/SANY2458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325940133352212178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Hills...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God, Adam Hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made me laugh more than anyone has ever and I'm quite sure I'm now carrying his children (the mystery of the dance.)&lt;br /&gt;Wow wow wow wow wow wow wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the four people who were taken up on stage by Adam, Craig Elle and I made three of them! It started with Craig and I desperately needing to pee about half an hour into his set and being in the second row, we tried to leave discreetly. But alas! Halfway through his deaf people/sign language bit he spotted us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What, have I offended you already?"&lt;br /&gt;Us, very embaressed : "No, we just need to go to the bathroom."&lt;br /&gt;Adam: "Are you going to have some 'toilet sex'."&lt;br /&gt;Us: "No, we just really need to go - we'll be back."&lt;br /&gt;And he was making jokes about us as we were leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Craig and I met up in the foyer and heard "So you're 18 in 42 days?" And we were like, "Oh my God, Elle." Sure enough, he was talking to Elle. Again we tried to be discreet when we were walking back to out seats but our efforts were in vain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You two, come up here." Adam made us sit on the stage, either side of him in front of the 1400 people in the Enmore Theatre."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you look like a Craig" he said before shaking his hand, "and you must be Rosie." Shook my hand too! (For those who aren't aware, Craig and I used to date.) Adam asked us, "What happened guys?" And we were speechless looking as awkward as we possibly could." Right before on of us began to speak, we were interrupted by Adam spotting man (whose name we now know was Chris Tan) facebooking from his mobile. While we were sitting on stage, Adam took his phone, changed his status and returned it, then he sent us back down to our seats with no more awkward questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After intermission, we came back in to the theatre and sat down. Adam was updating on the people he'd spoken to throughout the night. He came back to aske me and Craig something when we were interrupted by Elle asking "Will you serenade me?" to which Adam replied, "well, okay, com up." He set up a chair on the stage for Elle to sit on and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give a little backround information first: Elle was wearing a dress she'd made herself which was quite possibly the shortest dress I've ever seen in my life. I love Elle more than I love most people, but it barely covered her bits. As my brother, Jimmy so eloquently puts it, she was wearing a 'tit to clit.' I don't like that term. Moving on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Elle got up and started walking towards the stage. As soon as she passed the row of chairs and her legs became visible, Adam's jaw dropped. He was totally flabbergasted. Elle went up to sit on the chairs while Adam's yelling, "No don't sit down in front of everyone! I've gone from dirty old man to concerned Dad!" He took off his coat and used it to cover Elle's legs. Then he asked, "What can I sing her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got many replies; "Are you old enough?" (Craig and I were told taht while we were in the bathroom, she was propisitioned by Adam), "Sweet Child o' Mine" and the one he settled on, "Lady in Red" (Elle's dress was red.) He gave a beautiful rendition of the song changing the lyrics to suit the themes of love torn apart by the boundaries of age, his feelings towards Elle and his possible future incaseration. After he'd finished singing, he sent Elle back to her seat. She used his coat to cover herself whilst walking down the stairs but then threw it back up to him which I believe was a mistake as it meant he wouldn't have to come get it after the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on in the show, it was near the end and an angry Scottish woman asked if she could have a balloon. (His show was called "Inflatable" and his set consisted of a few massive purple balloons. He hesitantly agreed and gave one to her, another man he'd spoken to earlier in the show, a frighteningly persistent woman who refused to leave without one, lovely Chris Tan (who I tried and failed to locate on facebook) and Elle, the lady in red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of the best nights ever. He's playing at Enmore 'til Sunday - Go see his show! Brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Adam Hills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictured is Elle in the dress that led to her stardom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5711817500477277291-1087502711289569926?l=boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/1087502711289569926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-smitten.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711817500477277291/posts/default/1087502711289569926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711817500477277291/posts/default/1087502711289569926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-smitten.html' title='i&apos;m smitten!'/><author><name>Rosie Barron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wXid9aflX9k/Ty0IynJ_0OI/AAAAAAAAAFA/b5YTQxztmYY/s220/Snapshot_20111128_7.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IeZ_OgAzzCs/SemKVU90htI/AAAAAAAAABc/Gw3Wc5eyHyo/s72-c/SANY2458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711817500477277291.post-5151910221484633898</id><published>2009-04-16T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:14:02.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>three string trance wonder.</title><content type='html'>Saw Seasick Steve yesterday and a good day was had by all. It was one of the funnest things that's happened to me in quite some time so I thought I'd share the experience via cyberspace. A girl I went with, Jaime, actually got taken up on stage and serenaded to by Steve. He thanked her mama for making such a beautiful girl. I really don't care how old, sleazy or gross he is, I'd totally swoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finished by "singin' the dog douse song"! T'was fantastic! He got this call and response thing happening with the audience which was superfun. We all howled like wolves, we did! I'd write more except I'm tired so I'm going to go watch Sex and the City or some shit. I'll probably post some pics too so y'all can have some sweet visual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the other day I'd start writing blogs about all the cool shit I've seen over the past few months (as there's been quite an abundance of it) so stay tuned! I believe I'll start with Man Man; even though it hapenned almost six months ago, holy zombie jesus - one of the greatest shows I'll ever see.&lt;br /&gt;More after the break!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5711817500477277291-5151910221484633898?l=boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/5151910221484633898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com/2009/04/three-string-trance-wonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711817500477277291/posts/default/5151910221484633898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711817500477277291/posts/default/5151910221484633898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com/2009/04/three-string-trance-wonder.html' title='three string trance wonder.'/><author><name>Rosie Barron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wXid9aflX9k/Ty0IynJ_0OI/AAAAAAAAAFA/b5YTQxztmYY/s220/Snapshot_20111128_7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711817500477277291.post-676999133270172784</id><published>2009-04-11T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T12:39:28.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ow.</title><content type='html'>dying on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;fuck my life.&lt;br /&gt;gwarrrrmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5711817500477277291-676999133270172784?l=boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wXid9aflX9k/Ty0IynJ_0OI/AAAAAAAAAFA/b5YTQxztmYY/s220/Snapshot_20111128_7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711817500477277291.post-5225948368068129661</id><published>2009-04-10T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T08:11:14.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stanzablork BC</title><content type='html'>exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding&lt;br /&gt;exploding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5711817500477277291-5225948368068129661?l=boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/5225948368068129661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com/2009/04/stanzablork-bc.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711817500477277291/posts/default/5225948368068129661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711817500477277291/posts/default/5225948368068129661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com/2009/04/stanzablork-bc.html' title='stanzablork BC'/><author><name>Rosie Barron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wXid9aflX9k/Ty0IynJ_0OI/AAAAAAAAAFA/b5YTQxztmYY/s220/Snapshot_20111128_7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711817500477277291.post-108334436879616194</id><published>2009-04-08T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:30:30.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blorkstanza, 1945.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IeZ_OgAzzCs/Sd2TU4dgPjI/AAAAAAAAABU/XOSAAJVTjes/s1600-h/chai.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IeZ_OgAzzCs/Sd2TU4dgPjI/AAAAAAAAABU/XOSAAJVTjes/s320/chai.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322572321584594482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. I don't really have anything to write but I was really bored and I figured this was a slightly more constructive way of spending my time rather than doing facebook quizzies and sleeping, 'cause really, who needs it? Plus it's 4.12 pm. I bought some Chai Tea last night and tried it for the first time this morning and it's perfect. I was wrong, April, I was wrong. I've been living off green and peppermint lately - like, actually living off it. I must have the highest antioxidant intake in the Southern Hemisphere. Chai smells and tastes beautiful. Recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officially officially on holidays right now which is fantastic. I've gotta write my EE2 piece. It's a narrative that has to be 6000-8000 word and I've done about 300. I suck. We've had it for about 6 months and I've done nothing cos I'm a lousy self-sabatouer. Speaking of those, I recieved a letter off my abroad friend, Dr. April Kirsty Webb today and I must say, I am delighted! Holy turkey machine, I miss her. She is in Venice right now presumably smashing up the place. Ah, lawdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should give a shout out to Futurama. Oh my God, Futurama. Started watching all the seasons again for the 70th time and life is much better. This morning I watched Anthology of Interest, Part 1. Best thing ever. Wow, wow, wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am making damned sure this blog is named appropriately!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5711817500477277291-108334436879616194?l=boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/108334436879616194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com/2009/04/blorkstanza-1945.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711817500477277291/posts/default/108334436879616194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711817500477277291/posts/default/108334436879616194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com/2009/04/blorkstanza-1945.html' title='blorkstanza, 1945.'/><author><name>Rosie Barron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wXid9aflX9k/Ty0IynJ_0OI/AAAAAAAAAFA/b5YTQxztmYY/s220/Snapshot_20111128_7.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IeZ_OgAzzCs/Sd2TU4dgPjI/AAAAAAAAABU/XOSAAJVTjes/s72-c/chai.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711817500477277291.post-5991112351231411711</id><published>2009-04-08T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T07:07:35.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blorkstanza.</title><content type='html'>I'm at Perry Duffin's abode right now watching season six of the Simpsons - the golden age. I'm watching the episode where it flashbacks to when Maggie was born and it has my favourite scene ever in it. "Looks like they're showering you with gifts... tiny, little, baby gifts. Oh well, I'll be in the tub!" Good times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God I love drama. Best class in the universe. We're studying Bertolt Brecht who is probably the sweetest mofo ever and for my monologue I get to play Janis Joplin :))))) Oh how I love thee! Makes school a million times less shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Easter. It's the craziest, funniest holiday ever. To celebrate the crucifiction/reserrection of Jesus, we eat chocolate egs delivered by a bunny... what? I remember in Primary school asking a teacher what chocolate eggs had to do with Easter and being told that because Jesus was put in a hollow cave, the eggs (also being hollow) were symbolic of this. While this is probably the most sensical explaination one could possibly give as to WHY chocolate eggs are part of the easter tradition, there are a few holes... Firstly, he was buried in a cave, not an eggor a hollow chocolate rabbit. Secondly, we eat Easter eggs. If the egg was symbolic for a cave why on Earth would it be edible? And finally - what the fuck? It's not like I'm making a radical political statement by challenging the tradition of chocolate salvation, I just think it's funny to write about. Actually, I think it's awesome - I'm not religious, yet I still get to reap the benefits of delicious chocolate being sold and after easter, delicious discount chocolate being sold. Ahh Easter's absurd and wonderful! Thanks to ol' mate Jesus for dying so I could eat junk food and Red Tulip could make sweet dosh - 'ppreciate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO, got my Seasick Steve ticket today and am going to see him next Wednesday (that is, of course if April's I.D. works... April, if you're reading this, I'm picking it up sometime this week :) Thank you!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three string trance wonder gon' trance your wonder!&lt;br /&gt;Out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5711817500477277291-5991112351231411711?l=boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/5991112351231411711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com/2009/04/blorkstanza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711817500477277291/posts/default/5991112351231411711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711817500477277291/posts/default/5991112351231411711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com/2009/04/blorkstanza.html' title='blorkstanza.'/><author><name>Rosie Barron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wXid9aflX9k/Ty0IynJ_0OI/AAAAAAAAAFA/b5YTQxztmYY/s220/Snapshot_20111128_7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711817500477277291.post-4489842669866339949</id><published>2009-04-03T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T19:14:56.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first again</title><content type='html'>So this is actually my third blog post but my first two were pretty embarressing so I thought I'd start agin. I don't really hve anything to say right now as it's 4.55am and I'm starting to get a bit tired. I wish I slept better. So I started with the intention of making this blog a big of a release for all my crazy and making it anonymous and all that jazz. I still probably will use this as a platform to vent insanity and general distaste towards the human race, however not to the somewhat worrying extent I had reached before as I'm forfeiting ol' mate anonymity. If I don't know you, feel free to read, if I do know you, probably be a bit more trepadious. But honestly, if I didn't want people to see this why on Earth would I post it on the internet - the least private place ever. This is a blog, not a diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose a few things about myself would make sense. I'm pretty convinced I'm losing my mind and I don't mean that in a cute "jamacian me crazy" way, but and actual, I'm losing my sanity way. Eitherway is interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in my final year of school, thank Allah and I cannot wait to leave. There are only about five people I'm actually good friends with at school and I don;t see school people very often out of the establishment. I'm school captain but I have absolutely no idea why I went for it. I'm an actual idiot, I believe. For some reason, someone with a general dislike for the school and 99.8% of the people occupying it, perpertrator of intentionally sending pupils to the wrong classrooms through misleading post-it notes and worst person ever to exist was elected captain. What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably expand on the "worst person in the world" thing. Perhaps not the actual WORST, but definitely someone who's existence is a detriment to the human race, like Lady Gaga. Maybe I'm a good thing for humans and I just don't realise it, but I'm quite sure I am part of the scum of the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live on the Central Coast, Australia and cannot wait to leave. It's a black hole. So many horrible, ignorant people live around here and most of the time I can't stand it. I can't tand some of my neighbours, as I have mentioned earlier, I really can't stant some of, most of my classmates and more generally, the bulk of the human population stretching from San Remo to Long Jetty. I'm from Toukley and that's right in the centre of the hole. Gross. Bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to play lots of instruments and make sweet tunes. Anything I can possibly get my hands on works - guitar, piano, spoons, harmonica, absolutely anything. When I start writing actual lyrics, I'll be sure to post them... My main goal in life is to become one of those people like the "Step in Time" guy from Mary Poppins who has a massive contraption that allows him to play 1000000 instruments at once. That will be me. Oh, yes it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until very recently I was working at a video shop and had been for the past 2 and a 1/2 years. I liked it but I just got sick of it. Working too late and such. And for some unknown reason, that shop possesses about 600 times the drama a video store should have.&lt;br /&gt;?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my previous job would indicate, I love film. Love love love love love film. I suppose I love anything creative really. As I said, I like to make music and such. I love reading and at the risk of ounding like a twat, I love looking at art. Movies are fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my best friends is in Austria at the moment and I miss the potatoes out of her! If you're reading this April, I love you very much and want to hug you. The fact that she's over there is one of the reasons I love Facebook. I can chat to my beloved whenever for free. Tis brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabble, rabble, rabble...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5711817500477277291-4489842669866339949?l=boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com/feeds/4489842669866339949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711817500477277291/posts/default/4489842669866339949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711817500477277291/posts/default/4489842669866339949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boringdamnedpeople.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-again.html' title='first again'/><author><name>Rosie Barron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wXid9aflX9k/Ty0IynJ_0OI/AAAAAAAAAFA/b5YTQxztmYY/s220/Snapshot_20111128_7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
