<?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-3710548223433921518</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:45:16.427-08:00</updated><category term='wantings'/><category term='travel'/><category term='uni'/><category term='trouble'/><category term='party'/><category term='pretty'/><category term='hate'/><category term='hot'/><category term='sigh'/><category term='photos'/><category term='love'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='dance'/><category term='embarrassing'/><category term='gilles street markets'/><category term='heartache'/><category term='friends'/><category term='broken'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Labyrinthine Hetaera</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-9126142147701413111</id><published>2009-10-06T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T06:38:35.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Love My Best Friend...Or How My Day Was Made Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;.What Caity Did. You are the only exception says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm going to sleep all day on sunday&lt;br /&gt; like i did yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(Stephanie) 'And, I just couldn't help thinking...Thank God it wasn't Prince'. This is a not even remotely topical MJ joke... says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Amazing.&lt;br /&gt; I'd do that too.&lt;br /&gt; I waste a lot of my time, too. Cruising Last FM and downloading more music than I can listen to in one lifetime.&lt;br /&gt; You have lots of skillz and should do handicrafts, or my God, BLOG, in yr spare time.&lt;br /&gt; I read your latest post, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;.What Caity Did. You are the only exception says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i forgot what it says but it's not exciting&lt;br /&gt; everything seems to hard to blog about&lt;br /&gt; I would love to spend my time on my scrapbook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(Stephanie) 'And, I just couldn't help thinking...Thank God it wasn't Prince'. This is a not even remotely topical MJ joke... says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You should!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;.What Caity Did. You are the only exception says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; yeah but then Cheryl will be all... "blah blah bla"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(Stephanie) 'And, I just couldn't help thinking...Thank God it wasn't Prince'. This is a not even remotely topical MJ joke... says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yeah, I spend all my time holed up in my music room away from my parents for that very reason. They probably think I'm smoking dope in here or something. Cheryl would be more disappointed if you did that than if you scrapbooked, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;.What Caity Did. You are the only exception says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; also your parents know you're not smoking dope, they'd be able to smell it&lt;br /&gt; they think you're selling naked photos od yourself on eBay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(Stephanie) 'And, I just couldn't help thinking...Thank God it wasn't Prince'. This is a not even remotely topical MJ joke... says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That's such a good idea. I am definitely going to do that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;.What Caity Did. You are the only exception says:&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt; easy cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(Stephanie) 'And, I just couldn't help thinking...Thank God it wasn't Prince'. This is a not even remotely topical MJ joke... says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yeah, for sure,&lt;br /&gt; Not a difficult business to get up and running, low start up capital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;.What Caity Did. You are the only exception says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; precisely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(Stephanie) 'And, I just couldn't help thinking...Thank God it wasn't Prince'. This is a not even remotely topical MJ joke... says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm so klutzy.&lt;br /&gt; She said, like a Babysitters Club character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;.What Caity Did. You are the only exception says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; LOL&lt;br /&gt; i loved ths BSC hardcore&lt;br /&gt; fuck me pumpkin is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(Stephanie) 'And, I just couldn't help thinking...Thank God it wasn't Prince'. This is a not even remotely topical MJ joke... says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I almost bought you a BSC book from St Vinnies the other day.&lt;br /&gt; Pumpkin is fucking intense. It's so amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;.What Caity Did. You are the only exception says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i wish you did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(Stephanie) 'And, I just couldn't help thinking...Thank God it wasn't Prince'. This is a not even remotely topical MJ joke... says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They didn't have any mixtapes so I walked out in protest.&lt;br /&gt; I almost wrote prostate just then.&lt;br /&gt; Silliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;.What Caity Did. You are the only exception says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; you love the prostate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(Stephanie) 'And, I just couldn't help thinking...Thank God it wasn't Prince'. This is a not even remotely topical MJ joke... says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I had a really weird dream last night. I do not love the p gland, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;.What Caity Did. You are the only exception says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; about bums?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(Stephanie) 'And, I just couldn't help thinking...Thank God it wasn't Prince'. This is a not even remotely topical MJ joke... says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; No, it was about He Who Shall Not Be Named, and the singer I was listening to immediately before I went to bed. Just real odd. I need to stop sleeping with the blanket on 'cause I'm sure it's causing some kind of derangement.&lt;br /&gt; But, YOU need to stop dreaming about bums.&lt;br /&gt; You love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;.What Caity Did. You are the only exception says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; yeah i also have messed up dreams when i'm too hot (all the time)&lt;br /&gt; your dream was about a threesome with Voldemort???&lt;br /&gt; you're sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(Stephanie) 'And, I just couldn't help thinking...Thank God it wasn't Prince'. This is a not even remotely topical MJ joke... says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Noooooooo. The other He Who Shall Not Be Named. Very funny, you're such the comedienne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;.What Caity Did. You are the only exception says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; yeah i know, I should book a gig at the Arkabar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(Stephanie) 'And, I just couldn't help thinking...Thank God it wasn't Prince'. This is a not even remotely topical MJ joke... says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Make all the oldies on their zimmer frames with their bad hips snort soup of the day through their overgrown noses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;.What Caity Did. You are the only exception says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; charming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(Stephanie) 'And, I just couldn't help thinking...Thank God it wasn't Prince'. This is a not even remotely topical MJ joke... says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Vivid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-9126142147701413111?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/9126142147701413111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=9126142147701413111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/9126142147701413111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/9126142147701413111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-i-love-my-best-friendor-how-my-day.html' title='Why I Love My Best Friend...Or How My Day Was Made Better'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-66814583951461105</id><published>2009-10-03T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T06:07:32.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So much I want to do on here but laziness prevails.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-66814583951461105?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/66814583951461105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=66814583951461105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/66814583951461105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/66814583951461105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-much-i-want-to-do-on-here-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-5770171715027712360</id><published>2009-09-04T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T07:32:55.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Week</title><content type='html'>It's like O Week but worse. This week I have realised that I never want to be involved with student politics ever again. &lt;br /&gt;I spent 2 and a half days this week campaigning for my beautiful boyfriend in his quest to join the Adelaide Uni Board, the National Union of students and the SRC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got stared down, called a liar, followed, interrupted, pushed aside and  humiliated. And that was just to my face. It is a NASTY world out there. &lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, here we are in our INNOVATE garb. Fun fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SqEFc8sIFJI/AAAAAAAAATU/9w4OXjCFm1k/s1600-h/P1010293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SqEFc8sIFJI/AAAAAAAAATU/9w4OXjCFm1k/s400/P1010293.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377585424942765202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SqEFDsCQQvI/AAAAAAAAATM/tx_S8zKmtGg/s1600-h/P1010294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SqEFDsCQQvI/AAAAAAAAATM/tx_S8zKmtGg/s400/P1010294.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377584990975443698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The votes have finally come through and because of the referendum, less places are available. Juan didn't get in although he campaigned like a trooper. The only thing that makes this slightly sweeter is that the most horrible of the other campaigners did not get in either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. It was worth a shot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-5770171715027712360?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/5770171715027712360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=5770171715027712360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/5770171715027712360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/5770171715027712360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2009/09/election-week.html' title='Election Week'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SqEFc8sIFJI/AAAAAAAAATU/9w4OXjCFm1k/s72-c/P1010293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-1151838259836996475</id><published>2009-08-22T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T08:04:52.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of Pace</title><content type='html'>So I'm sitting here, wearing tights, my new rosette nightie and a hoodie, listening to Regina Spektor and thinking about my Saturday feeling like my blog needs a new direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last 2 days I have made:&lt;br /&gt;A whole roasted chicken with roasted vegies and steamed greens &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SpAFMbd86tI/AAAAAAAAASc/rFBInpGq-v0/s1600-h/garlicchick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 316px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SpAFMbd86tI/AAAAAAAAASc/rFBInpGq-v0/s400/garlicchick.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372800066542955218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Raspberry cakes with raspberry cream &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SpAFM4umz9I/AAAAAAAAASk/B2acwPHFXk0/s1600-h/raspberry_white_choc_muffin_RGB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SpAFM4umz9I/AAAAAAAAASk/B2acwPHFXk0/s400/raspberry_white_choc_muffin_RGB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372800074397437906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photos courtesy &lt;a href="http://donnahay.com.au"&gt;Donna Hay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choc Mocha truffles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well as a whole bunch of sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had a picnic in the park. My first Saturday off in such a long time and we spent it eating and talking and playing silly made up games. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So this brings me to:&lt;br /&gt;I fully believe in surrounding oneself with beautiful things. Beautiful smells, sounds. thoughts, feelings, tastes and things. And I think my blog should be a reflection of this. So more food, more photos. More me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a delicious heart shaped mushroom that the boy and I found when we stayed down at the beach for our anniversary. Very appropriate I thought. The fates approve our union.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SpAFN1RWU5I/AAAAAAAAAS8/3Rol-mLF_no/s1600-h/P1000534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SpAFN1RWU5I/AAAAAAAAAS8/3Rol-mLF_no/s400/P1000534.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372800090649285522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't get any better than a cool strawberry and liquor flavoured beverage on a hot summers evening. I am making a pact this summer to make more fresh frozen beverages. Through my blog surfing I found &lt;a href="http://theparsleythief.blogspot.com/2009/07/watermelon-margaritas.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; amazing looking recipe that I just can't wait to try&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SpAFNlqShHI/AAAAAAAAAS0/gp4CxHIS7aA/s1600-h/P1000033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SpAFNlqShHI/AAAAAAAAAS0/gp4CxHIS7aA/s400/P1000033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372800086458926194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite cupcakes on a Sunday afternoon &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SpAFNOD-vsI/AAAAAAAAASs/RycA3aG9m2U/s1600-h/DSC02737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 372px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SpAFNOD-vsI/AAAAAAAAASs/RycA3aG9m2U/s400/DSC02737.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372800080124231362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably my favourite food photo that I've ever taken. Something about it is just so right. A friend have an Alice in Wonderland themed afternoon tea at her school to show off their dessert skills. This was a citrus jelly tea cup.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SpAFTpoaBcI/AAAAAAAAATE/Nc5Okrwu_ss/s1600-h/P1000552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SpAFTpoaBcI/AAAAAAAAATE/Nc5Okrwu_ss/s400/P1000552.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372800190603986370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-1151838259836996475?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/1151838259836996475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=1151838259836996475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/1151838259836996475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/1151838259836996475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2009/08/change-of-pace.html' title='Change of Pace'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SpAFMbd86tI/AAAAAAAAASc/rFBInpGq-v0/s72-c/garlicchick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-3991977418008643462</id><published>2009-04-29T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T06:56:58.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>So today I watched Twilight. I haven't read the books for the following reasons. I refuse to buy into the hype and therefore refuse to buy the books. The waiting list at my local libraries is longer than the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1099212/goofs"&gt;IMDB list of Twilight goofs&lt;/a&gt;, and my friend's younger sister is the only person I know that owns them is super protective of them and won't lend them out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was amazingly pretty. As you would expect from the Northern parts of the United States. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://content1.catalog.photos.msn.com/ft/share0/e56e/0/twilight09_502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 502px; height: 283px;" src="http://content1.catalog.photos.msn.com/ft/share0/e56e/0/twilight09_502.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The colours are amazing and you can practically feel the cold whipping against rosy cheeks. &lt;br /&gt;The actors are all gorgeous or interesting looking. &lt;br /&gt;The Gorgeous:Robert Pattinson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.celebrity-gossip.net/images/photos/robert-pattinson-gq-smoker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 420px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.celebrity-gossip.net/images/photos/robert-pattinson-gq-smoker.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kristen Stewart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.independentcritics.com/images/random%20images/TOP%20100/kristen%20stewart%20100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 390px;" src="http://www.independentcritics.com/images/random%20images/TOP%20100/kristen%20stewart%20100.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jackson Rathbone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i35.tinypic.com/2ql5x69.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 477px;" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/2ql5x69.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Interesting:&lt;br /&gt;Peter Facinelli&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/2800000/Dr-Carlisle-Cullen-twilight-series-2828328-300-400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/2800000/Dr-Carlisle-Cullen-twilight-series-2828328-300-400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was very cool to see &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0328538/"&gt;Nikki Reed&lt;/a&gt; of Thirteen fame (which she wrote about her OWN LIFE) all grown up and still playing the bitch.&lt;br /&gt;And the "Apple Butt" guy from Stick It &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hotflick.net/flicks/2006_Stick_It/006STI_Kellan_Lutz_006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://www.hotflick.net/flicks/2006_Stick_It/006STI_Kellan_Lutz_006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;There were so many things in it that disappointed me. I found the story to have a really weird pace that I just could not get into. Whilst Robert Pattinson is amazing looking, I don't think he can act. He seems SO stilted and unsure. Upon further reading it seems as though 'Edward has been 17 since the early 1900's and that's why he sometimes talks funny, because he sometimes uses past ism's'. However this is not what I'm talking about, and I noticed none of that, which disappointed me because it could have been a great quirk. He was so stiff and restrained and it distracted me from what was happening. &lt;br /&gt;Bella: not at all likeable. She bases her love on Edward purely on looks (NOT a great thing to pitch to teenagers Meyer, like it's not hard enough to be a teenager already, you're reinforcing that to get anywhere in life, you have to be amazing looking. Which most of us aren't). Sure, he becomes this unrealistic, romantic enigma and yeah every girl wants to be told that they are the reason a man lives. But again, most men don't think like that, even if they do feel that way, they'll never tell you.&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW, I hear you scream, It's fantasy/fiction etc. NOT THE POINT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think it's fascinating that everyone speaks about how PERFECT Robert Pattinson is for the role of Edward. But he was not Meyers' first choice. Which means that there could be a million 'Edward's' out there. Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parts I loved:&lt;br /&gt;When they play baseball. Take one great Muse song, add a wicked baseball pitch on the top of a mountain that is surrounded by amazing trees and thunderous clouds and lightning, add a pitcher that moves like a ballerina and some cool special effects and you have an amazing scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Bella and Edward first kiss. Somehow they managed to get this absolutely perfect. The nervousness, the anticipation, the desire and the apprehension. That is absolutely how it feels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing I didn't like. At the prom when Bella and Edward dance under the fairy lit rotunda it is an exact take off of the same scene in A Cinderella Story with Hilary Duff. And during this 7 minutes Bella's dress changes colour. This shits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will probably end up reading the books at some stage. I hear that Bella and Edward get married and have the sexes and I'd be interested to read Stephanie Meyers' Mormon take on this. And imagining Rob Pattinson doing the dirty is some kind of wonderful. I do like a man that dresses well.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media/jj1/2009/03/pattinson-gq/robert-pattinson-gq-magazine-april-2009-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 611px;" src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media/jj1/2009/03/pattinson-gq/robert-pattinson-gq-magazine-april-2009-04.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-3991977418008643462?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/3991977418008643462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=3991977418008643462' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/3991977418008643462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/3991977418008643462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2009/04/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.tinypic.com/2ql5x69_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-2159079354787074215</id><published>2009-04-20T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:45:39.699-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Can't Stop, Won't Stop</title><content type='html'>So i'm sitting in the Melbourne airport, waiting for my last journey home at the close of what will now be known as Hell Week. Seriously, i think this was the worst week ever.&lt;br /&gt;I've never cried so much, hurt so much, felt so small and alone or so bad for having an opinion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i don't think i'd swap it for anything. i have had many a discussion with Ronnie about living life without feeling the full range of emotions. i think the key is everything in moderation. No one should feel sad ALL the time, or feel helpless ALL the time, but when you do occasionally feel like this, is sure makes 'home' the best place ever to come home to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time the 'home' that i'm coming home to will not contain either of my parents or my little brother. My dad is away on business and i had to leave my brother and mama behind. But i will be coming home to my boyfriend, and catching up with my two best friends tomorrow night. And they feel like home. And that's enough for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-2159079354787074215?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/2159079354787074215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=2159079354787074215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/2159079354787074215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/2159079354787074215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2009/04/cant-stop-wont-stop.html' title='Can&apos;t Stop, Won&apos;t Stop'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-2838951669438284351</id><published>2008-12-09T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:37:41.669-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken'/><title type='text'>What to say...</title><content type='html'>This is how I feel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna believe you&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me that it'll be okay&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I try to believe you&lt;br /&gt;But I don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say that its gonna be&lt;br /&gt;It always turns out to be a different way&lt;br /&gt;I try to believe you&lt;br /&gt;Not today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how Ill feel&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a different day&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its always been up to you&lt;br /&gt;Lets turn it around, its up to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do what I have to do&lt;br /&gt;Just don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a little time&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone a little while&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its not too late&lt;br /&gt;Not today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I'll feel&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a different day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what I want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am resolved to wander so long away from you until I can fly to your arms and say that I am really at home with you, and can send my soul enwrapped in you into the land of spirits ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one else can ever possess my heart - never - never - Oh God, why must one be parted from one whom one so loves ... Your love makes me at once the happiest and the unhappiest of men ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be calm - love me - today - yesterday - what tearful longings for you - you - you - my life - my all - farewell. Oh continue to love me - never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever thine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever mine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how to get from one to the other is the hard and painful bit... This blows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-2838951669438284351?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/2838951669438284351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=2838951669438284351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/2838951669438284351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/2838951669438284351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-to-say.html' title='What to say...'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-481486654930776724</id><published>2008-11-16T02:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T02:45:56.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel lonely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-481486654930776724?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/481486654930776724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=481486654930776724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/481486654930776724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/481486654930776724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-feel-lonely.html' title=''/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-7110446294287762254</id><published>2008-11-08T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T23:22:17.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna Be A Housewife</title><content type='html'>You said it Jay Brannan.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a housewife. I wish it was the 50's when it was simple. I would stay home and watch the babies, cook and clean and when my man came home I would have dinner ready and a bow in my hair. No one would have mobile phones or laptops with wireless internet or other forms of new technology with which to ignore me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We all want to be somebody, right now we're just looking for the answers" Yes I am, Underoath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-7110446294287762254?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/7110446294287762254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=7110446294287762254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/7110446294287762254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/7110446294287762254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-wanna-be-housewife.html' title='I Wanna Be A Housewife'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-7177419775346191350</id><published>2008-11-07T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T03:43:27.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boron</title><content type='html'>So much to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the Yanks finally did something right in voting Barrack Obama as their new president. THANK YOU. I know that many people have no idea but the president of America DOES affect the rest of the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my third cervical cancer vaccine on Tuesday and I had a mega bad reaction to it. It was scary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new visualizer on iTunes 8 is so pretty. I wish I could make that happen in the air all the time. After all, I believe in having and holding beautiful things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh I have that problem again when I get the chance to blog I can't remember what I want to write. The most frustrating thing is, I always have pen and paper with me but all my ideas come when I'm driving. This morning I was all introspective and came up with some gold and now... no idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! I had a Halloween party. It was totally freakin awesome. We (Ronnie and I) carved pumpkins and made mini pizzas and Ronnie made vodka jelly shots. They were amazing. Everyone dressed up and looked awesome and it was super fun. I have photos but they're still on my camera and I'm lazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone called Saracen found my blog and commented (yay new readers!) so Saracen, here are your answers.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly my name. Well I love love love the word whore. I don't know why I'm just fascinated by it. So one day I looked up whore on Wikipedia and all the other kinds of whore and heatera was one of them. The phrase Labyrinthine Hetaera popped into my head and I liked the sound of it.&lt;br /&gt;Now Polygamists...&lt;br /&gt;Not all mammals or animals are free loving, many mate for life. I think the idea of polygamy is like many things, its good as an idea but in practice it falls apart. We are generally raised to believe that marriage and love is between a mad and a woman. Anything other than this is not marriage/love (I don't believe this). I think human emotion gets in the way of poly. I think jealousy does come into it a lot. Polygamy in terms of the Fundamentalist Latter Day Saints is totally different. It is about power and sex and pitting women and families against each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, that's all a bit heavy for a Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ex oh ex oh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-7177419775346191350?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/7177419775346191350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=7177419775346191350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/7177419775346191350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/7177419775346191350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/11/boron.html' title='Boron'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-81308845738968497</id><published>2008-10-22T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:46:12.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suck</title><content type='html'>As in, I suck at blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Steph and I have been playing "you know how I know you're gay" all day by text. Gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have anything so day i don't think. Oh NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz night tonight! Hooray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-81308845738968497?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/81308845738968497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=81308845738968497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/81308845738968497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/81308845738968497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/10/suck.html' title='Suck'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-6058143422772696088</id><published>2008-10-07T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T07:03:44.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SIGH</title><content type='html'>So just last night I mention to mum that I'm going to have to cut back on working for her in the next two weeks because I have a major assignment coming up that I haven't started. So what happens? I spend all night working for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I slept all afternoon. Stupid waking up at 6am. Stupid starting work at 7am. Stupid daylight savings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-6058143422772696088?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/6058143422772696088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=6058143422772696088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/6058143422772696088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/6058143422772696088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/10/sigh.html' title='SIGH'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-5290303939494061790</id><published>2008-10-04T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T06:28:26.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you, will you, at least pretend to?</title><content type='html'>I'm talking to Pritika over Skype while she's in England!! Hoorah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so enjoying having this night at home. I'm catching up on blogs and reading and other interwebs stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I burnt myself tonight. While making dinner. It's between my fingers too so I keep rubbing it and its PAINFUL. Also I have work tomorrow which means I will probably hurt it again either on hot water, hot coffee, or steam. Dang it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one of my favourite bloggers Disneykid1 mentioned a LiveJournal community in which people document One Day in Their Lives with photos. It's a REALLY awesome idea. I would like to do one and now that I bought a new charger, I may just do that. Surprisingly there were a few photosets from people from Australia and even some from Adelaide. It's interesting to see what people get up to in their days and what kind of environments people are surrounded with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a sort of fun day planned tomorrow (after work at least). I might do a mini one tomorrow and see how it goes. Daylight Saving starts tonight which means it's actually 11:34pm and I should get to bed so I can do some reading and then sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan slept over last night. He snores! But we had delicious tomato and eggs for breakfast. Also Steph gave me the Black Kids album and I love it so much. She says its her favourite album of the year. I'm not sure yet. I think Jack's Mannequin might win it. I also love The Audition's album. And RIOT! by Paramore. Sigh. I refuse to play favourites. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Also, I fully expect to be pimping my blog some time this week. Although I go back to uni on Tuesday and have the final assignment of my degree due on the 17th and surprise surprise I haven't started =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-5290303939494061790?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/5290303939494061790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=5290303939494061790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/5290303939494061790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/5290303939494061790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/10/can-you-will-you-at-least-pretend-to.html' title='Can you, will you, at least pretend to?'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-4147105026297344656</id><published>2008-09-22T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T22:23:23.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things - an update</title><content type='html'>So I haven't blogged in ages. I get so busy and then when I get time I'm like "duuuh, what do I write about?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Pearly's blog, alot. I wish I could find more blogs like hers. &lt;br /&gt;I really like the way people like Steph and &lt;a href="http://memememolly.blogspot.com"&gt;Molly&lt;/a&gt; seem to live their lives.&lt;br /&gt;I will buy more stuff for my own enjoyment&lt;br /&gt;The Resolution is a beautiful song and Andrew McMahon is a genius. I cannot wait for  the new Jack's Mannequin album. 2 more days! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had the day off work and it was loverly. I made cupcakes! Siân and Melly's birthday extravaganza last night and so I made them both a tray of cupcakes. Mel is vegan so I forayed into the world of vegan cooking and I think they turned out pretty well. Neither were decorated as well as I would have liked but I ran out of time and so had to make do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was really fun. There was a band, whom I liked very much and most people were dressed up. Siân dressed up as Strawberry Shortcake and looked exactly like her. She was adorable. And Melly made the hottest pirate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else has happened. I've been socialising alot, which is super fun. Pritika left for England yesterday. I can't believe she'll be gone for 6 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and lastly, there used to be a time when I would see the same car driving to work on a Saturday morning. I would drive behind him for a good 10 minutes until he turned and I continued straight. This is not unusual but being behind this car made me so so angry. In the way that Catholic school preachers make me angry (though less so now that I don't spend 7 hours a day at Catholic school). ANYWAY this GUY has a bumper sticker that says "It's a child, not a choice". Now I'm not necessarily pro or anti abortion, I think it depends entirely on the couple/woman and the situation she is in. Not everyone will make a good parent and not everyone can support a child. Yes, there's adoption but that isn't necessarily what is best for the child, I've seen what it can do. It annoys me that a GUY has this on his car. Of anyone, he is least likely to understand. He's probably some gung-ho religious freak who has no idea what he's talking about. He makes me mad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-4147105026297344656?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/4147105026297344656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=4147105026297344656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/4147105026297344656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/4147105026297344656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/09/some-things-update.html' title='Some things - an update'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-617123611773598634</id><published>2008-09-13T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T22:12:50.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 11</title><content type='html'>This year's September 11 anniversary went quietly. I was busy and barely gave it a thought. But I do remember. I think I will always remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time I was on an amazing trek to a small Indigenous Australian community. The trek was 10 days long and on September we had arrived in Yulara, just outside of Uluru. The first thing we all wanted to do was shower as we'd spent 4 days full on rural living. Sleeping on the ground, no running water. It was awesome and amazing and I loved every minute of it. &lt;br /&gt;I remember going to see the sun rise at Uluru. On the way back our van passed another van and our teachers stopped to talk. My old music teacher, and a real clown mentioned that the Twin Towers had been attacked. We all thought he was kidding. We all gathered around a tiny radio to listen to the broadcast about what was happening to, arguably, the most powerful nation in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the trip was subdued. One girl's father flew planes to America and she had no idea if he was okay. Another girl's uncle died in a plane crash and this was hard for her too. To add to the worry, all we saw on the road home were Australian Army tankers and trucks. A small group of us were also rereading John Marsden's 'Tomorrow, when the war began' series. While rationally we were sure we were safe, we did psych each other out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my experience. I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I do hate all the patriotic bullshit that American's come out with. If you support terrorism in other countries you have to be prepared that it'll come back at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-617123611773598634?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/617123611773598634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=617123611773598634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/617123611773598634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/617123611773598634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-11.html' title='September 11'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-6867850221433363361</id><published>2008-09-09T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T00:16:42.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Osessed with Tea</title><content type='html'>As the title says, I'm totally obsessed with tea lately. In particular &lt;a href="http://www.lipton.com.au/our-products/flavouredblack_vanilla.asp"&gt;Vanilla Tea.&lt;/a&gt; It's so delicious. I also love &lt;a href="http://www.lipton.com.au/our-products/herbal_watermelon.asp"&gt;this one... mmm watermelon&lt;/a&gt;. It's such a good snack when you're hungry but not sure what you're hungry for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have much else to say. I am supposed to be doing an assignment, but I cannot get inspired, which is odd because it is something I am very interested in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SMYimH0u-kI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/uGC56wWnyD8/s1600-h/b655978f7862930016b80324fc467692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SMYimH0u-kI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/uGC56wWnyD8/s400/b655978f7862930016b80324fc467692.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243916854450125378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gratuitous pretty picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-6867850221433363361?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/6867850221433363361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=6867850221433363361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/6867850221433363361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/6867850221433363361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/09/osessed-with-tea.html' title='Osessed with Tea'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SMYimH0u-kI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/uGC56wWnyD8/s72-c/b655978f7862930016b80324fc467692.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-664131901153874770</id><published>2008-09-07T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T02:05:55.233-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigh'/><title type='text'>Dissatisfied</title><content type='html'>I am feeling... dissatisfied. I don't know if I'm bored, hungry, tired or what. So I decided to blog. Netball got cancelled tonight because the other team forfeited. Disappointing. &lt;br /&gt;I should be doing as assignment that is due on Friday but I cannot get motivated. I should just do it.&lt;br /&gt;I managed to catch an episode of Gilmore Girls on tv just before. Now I want to watch it all. &lt;br /&gt;I want to go to Camp America, but no money&lt;br /&gt;I want to lose some weight, but too lazy&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to bed again, but too much to do&lt;br /&gt;I want this year to be over, but time travel is impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared for the amount of work I've signed up for. I'll essentially be working 7am-1 or 3pm most days except Sat when its 9am - 4pm and Sunday 8:30am til 12:30.&lt;br /&gt;Given that the boy works nights, we'll never see each other :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I only blog when I'm feeling sorry for myself or angry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get into gear and study. So I can watch a movie with the boy later tonight. &lt;br /&gt;Done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-664131901153874770?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/664131901153874770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=664131901153874770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/664131901153874770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/664131901153874770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/09/dissatisfied.html' title='Dissatisfied'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-7490460257412612293</id><published>2008-08-29T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T01:39:59.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I should post more</title><content type='html'>Hmm I don't have much to say really. I'm about to go into the city to go to the fabric shop and then meet my beloved Steph for dinner. Hooray I love the markets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm inspired by Project Runway so I'm going to buy a desk and keep the sewing machine in my room full time. I am SO excited about Halloween and our party that I've started figuring out my costume. I'm going as the Queen of Hearts. I have a corset so I'm going to cover that and re sew the front and then make a tulle skirt. SO EXCITED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SLe1P6WKVhI/AAAAAAAAALw/Zskw91lRcK4/s1600-h/Queen_of_hearts_by_psychobitchua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SLe1P6WKVhI/AAAAAAAAALw/Zskw91lRcK4/s400/Queen_of_hearts_by_psychobitchua.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239855976433735186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SLe1PygFXKI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XOznxab53O0/s1600-h/Queen_of_Hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SLe1PygFXKI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XOznxab53O0/s400/Queen_of_Hearts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239855974327868578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I MUST have this skirt. LOVE LOVE LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SLe1P4OT40I/AAAAAAAAAMA/ZT60g6kDOjM/s1600-h/023-3007-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SLe1P4OT40I/AAAAAAAAAMA/ZT60g6kDOjM/s400/023-3007-M.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239855975863935810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I must go. &lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-7490460257412612293?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/7490460257412612293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=7490460257412612293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/7490460257412612293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/7490460257412612293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-should-post-more.html' title='I should post more'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SLe1P6WKVhI/AAAAAAAAALw/Zskw91lRcK4/s72-c/Queen_of_hearts_by_psychobitchua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-4628349898261045218</id><published>2008-08-20T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T02:03:23.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY GOD</title><content type='html'>I HAVE BROADBAND BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have ALMOST never been so happy. All of my family is the same. There was dancing. I have so much to catch up on, YouTube and blogging and reading blogs and emaila and STUFF. GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type your answer to the questions into flickr search&lt;br /&gt;-Using only the first page, pick an image&lt;br /&gt;-Copy and paste each of the urls of the Mosaic Maker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your first name? Caitlin&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your favorite food? Tacos&lt;br /&gt;3.What high school did you go to (or where are you planning to attend)? Mercedes College&lt;br /&gt;4.What is your favorite color? Green&lt;br /&gt;5.Who is your celebrity crush? Andrew McMahon&lt;br /&gt;6.What is your favorite drink? Water&lt;br /&gt;7.What is your dream vacation? Prague &lt;br /&gt;8.What is your favorite dessert? Cupcakes&lt;br /&gt;9.What do you want to do when you grow up? I said creative but there were no suitable pictures so dancing is close enough.&lt;br /&gt;10.Who/ what do you love most in life? Family inc my bf&lt;br /&gt;11.Choose one word that describes you? Creative&lt;br /&gt;12.What is your Flickr name? its dreamingaquanymphe after a piece of art I can't find a picture of so I just put in aquanymphe. Yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SK5_o5wUGWI/AAAAAAAAALo/4d-E8uDtLV4/s1600-h/mosaic8939396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SK5_o5wUGWI/AAAAAAAAALo/4d-E8uDtLV4/s400/mosaic8939396.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237263757353425250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/merkley/242986614/"&gt;Caitlin - Cats, Snake &amp; Stuff&lt;/a&gt;, 2. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/ephemeron/216995358/"&gt;Vegetarian Tacos even meat-eaters will love!&lt;/a&gt;, 3. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/7177267@N03/2301368668/"&gt;Mercedes College &lt;/a&gt;, 4. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/artzyviv/2541687300/"&gt;Green on Green&lt;/a&gt;, 5. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/93261594@N00/242751731/"&gt;Andrew McMahon&lt;/a&gt;, 6. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/mindibartell/2175658468/"&gt;i love you water.  i miss you diet coke.&lt;/a&gt;, 7. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/santi_rf/307929814/"&gt;Church of our Lady before Týn&lt;/a&gt;, 8. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/pure-poison/1527508794/"&gt;A Sweet Bite To Eat..&lt;/a&gt;, 9. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/fotoric/575606438/"&gt;American Ballet Theatre dancers in Caracas&lt;/a&gt;, 10. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/deano/395730143/"&gt;Watching the fireworks&lt;/a&gt;, 11. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/panta/2366755479/"&gt;creative reading&lt;/a&gt;, 12. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/ketsu0216/2424421281/"&gt;Nymphe de la Rose&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out tonight for the first real time in a while. One of my friends is being filmed by the ABC for some program. Hooray. So we're going to the Elephant which is my favourite pub. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I will try and post regularly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-4628349898261045218?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/4628349898261045218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=4628349898261045218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/4628349898261045218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/4628349898261045218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-my-god.html' title='OH MY GOD'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SK5_o5wUGWI/AAAAAAAAALo/4d-E8uDtLV4/s72-c/mosaic8939396.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-6829711177125741804</id><published>2008-08-10T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T21:30:43.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will</title><content type='html'>Post&lt;br /&gt;Soon&lt;br /&gt;As&lt;br /&gt;Soon&lt;br /&gt;As &lt;br /&gt;I &lt;br /&gt;Can&lt;br /&gt;Stop&lt;br /&gt;Using&lt;br /&gt;Internet&lt;br /&gt;Cafe's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-6829711177125741804?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/6829711177125741804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=6829711177125741804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/6829711177125741804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/6829711177125741804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/08/will.html' title='Will'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-3723618336319977597</id><published>2008-07-30T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T21:11:17.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>the bastards cut our phone line and gave our internet port away. So now we have to wait til its set up with a new number at the new house. Moving is a bitch. Also, i have no idea how i acquired so much crap. I will for sure post when i'm back from melb and all settled in. Hopefully.   Xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-3723618336319977597?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/3723618336319977597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=3723618336319977597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/3723618336319977597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/3723618336319977597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/07/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-7976566140711953585</id><published>2008-07-28T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:45:15.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird</title><content type='html'>So a guy asked me today if I was a dress maker. I would love to be, but I'm not. I mean I've made stuff before but it's not like I was wearing anything dressmakery. This is basically what I looked like today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SI6uFOsFL3I/AAAAAAAAALg/LxN_8hfs9N8/s1600-h/WhatIWoreToday29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SI6uFOsFL3I/AAAAAAAAALg/LxN_8hfs9N8/s320/WhatIWoreToday29.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228307622289289074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Except that my scarfe is a better colour and my Chucks are nice and dirty and worn in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO, what is with that ProActive ad in which Jessica Simpson calls herself smart? I thought you're not allow to blatantly lie in ads?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-7976566140711953585?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/7976566140711953585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=7976566140711953585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/7976566140711953585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/7976566140711953585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/07/weird.html' title='Weird'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SI6uFOsFL3I/AAAAAAAAALg/LxN_8hfs9N8/s72-c/WhatIWoreToday29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-9072170297957472456</id><published>2008-07-26T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T05:52:11.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Love</title><content type='html'>So my favourite tv show Big Love is on. God I love this show. I also love Amanda Seyfried and Doug Smith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SIsN-vS37kI/AAAAAAAAAK4/dqBHDk8js-w/s1600-h/amanda_seyfried.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SIsN-vS37kI/AAAAAAAAAK4/dqBHDk8js-w/s320/amanda_seyfried.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227287163992272450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SIsN-sbJVSI/AAAAAAAAALA/Rr9UAz35Z6U/s1600-h/amanda15_e_c491c3a88e57420f1fe11279acd5bc68.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SIsN-sbJVSI/AAAAAAAAALA/Rr9UAz35Z6U/s320/amanda15_e_c491c3a88e57420f1fe11279acd5bc68.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227287163221660962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SIsN-_9rFuI/AAAAAAAAALI/DcsTFD-AHPw/s1600-h/doug-smith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SIsN-_9rFuI/AAAAAAAAALI/DcsTFD-AHPw/s320/doug-smith.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227287168466753250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's probably controversial but I don't really see the problem with polygamy in its purest form. Not the buying selling manipulative bullshit that the Yearn for Zion and FLDS groups have going on in the States, but in its purest form, I think it's okay. Men by nature want/need to spread their seed and polygamy sort of solves this problem whilst still maintaining the principles of marriage. It has featured in groups in Asia and Africa as well as the US and in many religions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it to work time, money and resources have to be divided evenly. I think jealousy would be an issue, but could be managed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look at that HAIR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SIsdfQ6xiLI/AAAAAAAAALQ/8WQeiZtI6lY/s1600-h/06-03-2008.n1a_03Reunited.G5O2DNDM1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SIsdfQ6xiLI/AAAAAAAAALQ/8WQeiZtI6lY/s320/06-03-2008.n1a_03Reunited.G5O2DNDM1.1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227304215448225970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE Mormons, especially the Fundamentalist ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-9072170297957472456?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/9072170297957472456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=9072170297957472456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/9072170297957472456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/9072170297957472456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/07/big-love.html' title='Big Love'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SIsN-vS37kI/AAAAAAAAAK4/dqBHDk8js-w/s72-c/amanda_seyfried.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-7774566765839378331</id><published>2008-07-25T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T00:22:32.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delete</title><content type='html'>I just deleted 26GB of movies and tv shows off my external hard drive. Whoo! If only I could do the same off my computer hard drive, then everyone would be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick and it makes me sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is a picture I like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SIl_H8vzs_I/AAAAAAAAAKw/5mVe25zgYqo/s1600-h/normal_epo_jamesdimmock_entertainmentweekly-shooting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SIl_H8vzs_I/AAAAAAAAAKw/5mVe25zgYqo/s320/normal_epo_jamesdimmock_entertainmentweekly-shooting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226848617082631154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish packing was easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-7774566765839378331?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/7774566765839378331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=7774566765839378331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/7774566765839378331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/7774566765839378331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/07/delete.html' title='Delete'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SIl_H8vzs_I/AAAAAAAAAKw/5mVe25zgYqo/s72-c/normal_epo_jamesdimmock_entertainmentweekly-shooting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-4525023045341263953</id><published>2008-07-23T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T08:22:37.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Might Not Be Dead...</title><content type='html'>Oh man it sure has been ages since I last blogged. And SO much has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall we make like a fairytale and start at the beginning...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mooroopna-Melbourne Trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to visit my Grandma. It was pretty fun. I got to cook alot of yummy things and see my cousin and her little girl who is just adorable. &lt;br /&gt;After hanging out there for a week I took the train back to Melbourne and stayed there overnight. I went to the ballet which was freakin AMAZING. I was 4 rows back and could see and hear everything so clearly. I could hear them land and the tulle of their tutu's rustle as they moved. It may have removed some of the magic but it was perfect for me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SIdG2xRJ22I/AAAAAAAAAKY/ykTHq5LvY0U/s1600-h/main_s_imp_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SIdG2xRJ22I/AAAAAAAAAKY/ykTHq5LvY0U/s320/main_s_imp_01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223799338916706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the State Theatre on the outside, taken on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SIdFECEJBII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4347w9bow-k/s1600-h/23062008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SIdFECEJBII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4347w9bow-k/s320/23062008(002).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226221828162782338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the view from the bridge. After the ballet I walked across here and found a litle Thai cafe where I had chicken, steamed vegies and rice. It was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SIdFEBxxF7I/AAAAAAAAAKA/VMvvNBntPmI/s1600-h/23062008(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SIdFEBxxF7I/AAAAAAAAAKA/VMvvNBntPmI/s320/23062008(003).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226221828085716914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I caught up with my Aunty. We went to the Melbourne gallery to see an exhibition call From Mourning to Night: Black in Fashion History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SIdIuPQMV9I/AAAAAAAAAKg/sCq0BdlIZmQ/s1600-h/dresses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SIdIuPQMV9I/AAAAAAAAAKg/sCq0BdlIZmQ/s320/dresses.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226225851792381906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SIdIuaXDocI/AAAAAAAAAKo/FMz_tPTIl2M/s1600-h/Fb102129R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SIdIuaXDocI/AAAAAAAAAKo/FMz_tPTIl2M/s320/Fb102129R.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226225854773961154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These pictures really don't do it justice. It was just amazing. Some of the 50's dresses look fresh off the catwalk. I really loved it.&lt;br /&gt;After that we met up with my cousin for a quick lunch in a cute little alleyway full of eateries. I had a chicken foccacia. My aunty and I spent the afternoon trawling the shops. I found a beautiful purple camelia ring and we both found some cool art supplies. &lt;br /&gt;Also some awesome graffiti. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SIdFEcZDqhI/AAAAAAAAAKI/h7PEXs-9q0E/s1600-h/24062008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SIdFEcZDqhI/AAAAAAAAAKI/h7PEXs-9q0E/s320/24062008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226221835229833746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SIdFEcCsbzI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/HKk6ejK53_s/s1600-h/24062008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SIdFEcCsbzI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/HKk6ejK53_s/s320/24062008(001).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226221835136036658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week after I got back from Melbourne I started house sitting. This picture pretty much sums it up.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SIdFD7QFeXI/AAAAAAAAAJw/32w6aeSzXdM/s1600-h/19072008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SIdFD7QFeXI/AAAAAAAAAJw/32w6aeSzXdM/s320/19072008(001).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226221826333833586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The dog is Merlin and he's so beautiful. And then there's Jack the guinea pig. Merlin was OBSESSED with Jack. He didn't want to eat him, just to watch him. Everytime I got home Merlin would race out the door to show me Jack. It got ridiculous. But I did have a lot of fun with him. He plays soccer! Also I had people over for a dinner party or two and lots of after netball fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think that's pretty much caught up. I have a couple of big things happening so it should be interesting to see how the next few weeks pan out. I have a couple of fun posts in mind though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how could I forget. Today I went underwear shopping with Sian and Emmo. It was awesome fun and I bought some fun girly things. Hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I MUST SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-4525023045341263953?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/4525023045341263953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=4525023045341263953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/4525023045341263953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/4525023045341263953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-might-not-be-dead.html' title='I Might Not Be Dead...'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SIdG2xRJ22I/AAAAAAAAAKY/ykTHq5LvY0U/s72-c/main_s_imp_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-9133924723621537169</id><published>2008-07-22T08:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T07:39:45.404-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate the way I think. I hate the way I feel about the way I think. I hate the way I feel. I hate the way I dissect how I think and feel. This is so frustrating. I'm all emo and I hate everything right now. Everything. And I don't wanna move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-9133924723621537169?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/9133924723621537169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=9133924723621537169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/9133924723621537169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/9133924723621537169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-hate-way-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-3342572645049572561</id><published>2008-06-16T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T01:19:44.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh close-mindedness</title><content type='html'>I saw a friend from my primary school today. We were kind of friends at the start of high school too even though we went to different schools. But ANYWAY, I went into a shop that she was working in and the second thing she asked me was if I was still with my &lt;a href="http://carthagodelendaest.com/"&gt;boyfriend&lt;/a&gt; (yes) and then she said "The Filipino one" (also yes). This strikes me in two ways. One, why does she feel the need to classify him by where he was born? He was raised in Australia and speaks better English than most it's not like he's some crazy foreigner (not that I would mind, I love him anyway but whatevs) and ALSO, why did she have to ask the second question, it's not like she's heard me talk about a lot of different guys that are my boyfriends... LAME. And ALSO, THREE, why is that the only thing she's interested in? Like, there are other things about me that people should be interested in, not just who i'm sleeping with. I was talking to &lt;a href="http://couchcasbah.gyronet.org/"&gt;Jus&lt;/a&gt; about this the other day. Why are people only interested in that? It just makes me feel vulnerable and makes them superficial. Is that the only thing that validates me socially? Nothing else I'm doing (kicking ass at school, volunteering, working 3 jobs, all my creative bents) matters?&lt;br /&gt;Gargh this annoys me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going away tomorrow, flying to Melbourne in the AM to go and see my grandma in the sticks and then going back to Melbourne for the Ballet (SO EXCITED) and some art exhibitions before heading back to little Adelaide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's about it. Also I started my new job today. It was alright, I think I'll like it. Hoorah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm putting up new links.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-3342572645049572561?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/3342572645049572561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=3342572645049572561' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/3342572645049572561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/3342572645049572561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/06/ahh-close-mindedness.html' title='Ahh close-mindedness'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-1104236781052694608</id><published>2008-06-15T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T00:40:04.959-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gilles street markets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Gilles Street Markets</title><content type='html'>Waiting for water to boil is SO boring. I'm making noodles, how delicious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the &lt;a href="http://www.gillesstreetmarket.com.au/index.html"&gt;Gilles Street Markets&lt;/a&gt; today. They were quite impressive, all the fashionista's were out in force. I would love to go there again and take photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SFTEmtiRtWI/AAAAAAAAAJg/LTkhuiC0Rug/s1600-h/15062008(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SFTEmtiRtWI/AAAAAAAAAJg/LTkhuiC0Rug/s320/15062008(003).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212006838111941986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SFTEm7xKOfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/K6pUCG-FW90/s1600-h/15062008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SFTEm7xKOfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/K6pUCG-FW90/s320/15062008(001).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212006841932462578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 quick photos from my phone. The top is a very pretty Vanilla Butter Cupcake, it was tasty and the second is the sign for Bicycle Powered Smoothies. Basically the smoothie container gets attached to a bike and the hot guy pedals until the smoothie is mixed. It's pretty cool, and very eco friendly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must go and study though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-1104236781052694608?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/1104236781052694608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=1104236781052694608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/1104236781052694608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/1104236781052694608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/06/gilles-street-markets.html' title='Gilles Street Markets'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SFTEmtiRtWI/AAAAAAAAAJg/LTkhuiC0Rug/s72-c/15062008(003).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-3662938066033875067</id><published>2008-06-14T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T02:53:51.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maze</title><content type='html'>When I finally buy a block of land, and build my dream house, I would also like to build/grow a hedge maze. although it would take ages to complete, I really think it'd be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SFOUtNyjQlI/AAAAAAAAAJI/YC_AFncslfo/s1600-h/exterior_415x323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SFOUtNyjQlI/AAAAAAAAAJI/YC_AFncslfo/s320/exterior_415x323.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211672698314506834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SFOUtQfy9tI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/iUxf2fd8-NA/s1600-h/maze.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SFOUtQfy9tI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/iUxf2fd8-NA/s320/maze.htm" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211672699041150674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SFOUuHEAN3I/AAAAAAAAAJY/hCrGNveBTz8/s1600-h/house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SFOUuHEAN3I/AAAAAAAAAJY/hCrGNveBTz8/s320/house.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211672713688528754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found some totally wicked photos on the web before. But I will save them for a lazy post day.&lt;br /&gt;I got the results for my Children's Thinking Essay back today. I got a High Distinction so I'm massively happy with that. I also got a new job. So even though social wise things have been shitty, other things have been good =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-3662938066033875067?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/3662938066033875067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=3662938066033875067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/3662938066033875067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/3662938066033875067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/06/maze.html' title='Maze'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SFOUtNyjQlI/AAAAAAAAAJI/YC_AFncslfo/s72-c/exterior_415x323.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-4711468167620212644</id><published>2008-06-13T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T07:21:43.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This happens ALL the time</title><content type='html'>I think of all the things I want to blog about and then when I open Blogger, I cannot think of anything good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the markets for dinner tonight with Thom, Jenkins, Ellie, Ali, James, Chris and Shaun. I bought Fruit Salad candies. They're so delicious. Also, I had Kwai Tao noodles which was so yum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that today was pretty shitty. I had a job interview, I thought I didn't do so well but turns out I got the job. So that's good and the hours suit me so I'm pleased (I'm aware that I said today was shitty but I did get a new job, that wasn't really the shitty part). Also I've felt like crap for like the whole day. I think I'm starting to realise how Em feels. I feel like I'm going to throw up. Also, I have a 2500 word essay due on Monday and it's about child sexual abuse which is depressing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I just discovered that the First Aid course that I was to attend tomorrow was ACTUALLY yesterday =( Hopefully I can reschedule and not lose my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went to a funeral yesterday. It made me think, what is the point of having friend and family? Like, we're all going to die and leave each other. Everything is just painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... I should stop starting sentences with and. Do you think it's possible to tell someone something (like something you do or something you believe in) and have a relationship that isn't based on that? Wow... way to make sense, no sense. Like, say person A tells person B that they've had an abortion (this is not about me or abortions) is it possible for Person B to be around Person A and not judge them or base all their actions on that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a pair of black and white striped socks but I want the stripes to be vertical not horizontal. I am searching eBay. &lt;br /&gt;This is Amy Lee in the Lithium video which is amazing. I wish life looked like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SFJ-zWc0d6I/AAAAAAAAAIg/fjd4iyqga3w/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SFJ-zWc0d6I/AAAAAAAAAIg/fjd4iyqga3w/s320/15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211367139485972386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Lisa from &lt;a href="http://lisaplace.devote.se/"&gt;LisaPlace&lt;/a&gt;. She's flippin' gorgeous and only 14! Amazing makeup and beautiful photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SFJ-zqIi3wI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ZEaooTr8Myo/s1600-h/38276adb5dcda6462d1186c8b5b38984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SFJ-zqIi3wI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ZEaooTr8Myo/s320/38276adb5dcda6462d1186c8b5b38984.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211367144769642242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SFJ-z1lNOqI/AAAAAAAAAIw/bwG_fRLXqmU/s1600-h/c51494a85bfd3cea15d6fc7e31dcb72c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SFJ-z1lNOqI/AAAAAAAAAIw/bwG_fRLXqmU/s320/c51494a85bfd3cea15d6fc7e31dcb72c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211367147842648738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And I don't know who she is or where I got these photos but I really like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SFJ-0F_UaqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Q3uqpFfMTEU/s1600-h/showimg-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SFJ-0F_UaqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Q3uqpFfMTEU/s320/showimg-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211367152247138978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SFJ-0UJKZoI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Vlcy18NNY5Q/s1600-h/showimg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SFJ-0UJKZoI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Vlcy18NNY5Q/s320/showimg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211367156046521986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I start house sitting in about 2 weeks. Hopefully I can hone my photoshop skillz then. And start the many many projects that I have been thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must go and study. Even though I cannot concentrate for despair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ex oh ex oh (God, I love Veronica Mars, Kristen Bell and Gossip Girl)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-4711468167620212644?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/4711468167620212644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=4711468167620212644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/4711468167620212644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/4711468167620212644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-happens-all-time.html' title='This happens ALL the time'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SFJ-zWc0d6I/AAAAAAAAAIg/fjd4iyqga3w/s72-c/15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-968456401556415393</id><published>2008-06-12T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T00:39:13.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Death sucks. No matter how you dress it up, it just blows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juan is so smart he came 1st in his experiment group&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-968456401556415393?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/968456401556415393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=968456401556415393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/968456401556415393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/968456401556415393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/06/death-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-2910841667910724648</id><published>2008-06-05T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T22:01:23.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caitlin</title><content type='html'>is a BAD procrastinator... it's bad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-2910841667910724648?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/2910841667910724648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=2910841667910724648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/2910841667910724648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/2910841667910724648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/06/caitlin.html' title='Caitlin'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-1144158339497616470</id><published>2008-06-03T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T02:22:19.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dawson's Creek</title><content type='html'>So right now I'm watching the last episode ever of Dawson's Creek. I didn't watch the last two seasons but I feel kind of caught up. It's making me cry and that makes me so lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-1144158339497616470?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/1144158339497616470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=1144158339497616470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/1144158339497616470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/1144158339497616470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/06/dawsons-creek.html' title='Dawson&apos;s Creek'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-6521469090543290236</id><published>2008-05-26T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T04:59:28.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ranga Weekend</title><content type='html'>I can't be stuffed blogging about Ranga Weekend Jenkins' birthday on Friday night and Simon's 21st on Saturday night).&lt;br /&gt;I also had my end of season work dinner at the Gilbert Hotel on Sunday night. It was mostly fun. One of the guys gave me a really fake smile though and I don't know what that was about. I was nothing but nice to him so I'm not sure. And Solly said he'd keep an eye out for the Mormon's for me when he gets to America. Yay. Speaking of Mormons there were some at the markets this afternoon. I got all excited. &lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SDqVAOIVpQI/AAAAAAAAAIY/KqUPckNlVI8/s1600-h/n570621460_887946_4369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SDqVAOIVpQI/AAAAAAAAAIY/KqUPckNlVI8/s320/n570621460_887946_4369.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204636150405637378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SDqUHeIVpLI/AAAAAAAAAHw/OmoP9_5YYS0/s1600-h/n570621460_887912_3089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SDqUHeIVpLI/AAAAAAAAAHw/OmoP9_5YYS0/s320/n570621460_887912_3089.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204635175448061106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SDqUHeIVpMI/AAAAAAAAAH4/72eJ-pN9P_4/s1600-h/n570621460_887919_5269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SDqUHeIVpMI/AAAAAAAAAH4/72eJ-pN9P_4/s320/n570621460_887919_5269.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204635175448061122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SDqUHuIVpNI/AAAAAAAAAIA/lHEfyQP5JuQ/s1600-h/n570621460_887921_5884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SDqUHuIVpNI/AAAAAAAAAIA/lHEfyQP5JuQ/s320/n570621460_887921_5884.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204635179743028434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SDqUHuIVpOI/AAAAAAAAAII/qeXia9gj-d8/s1600-h/n570621460_887942_2956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SDqUHuIVpOI/AAAAAAAAAII/qeXia9gj-d8/s320/n570621460_887942_2956.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204635179743028450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SDqUHuIVpPI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/c7FGWpq2e3I/s1600-h/n570621460_887944_3668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SDqUHuIVpPI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/c7FGWpq2e3I/s320/n570621460_887944_3668.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204635179743028466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-6521469090543290236?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/6521469090543290236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=6521469090543290236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/6521469090543290236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/6521469090543290236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/05/ranga-weekend.html' title='Ranga Weekend'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SDqVAOIVpQI/AAAAAAAAAIY/KqUPckNlVI8/s72-c/n570621460_887946_4369.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-6128615113901995688</id><published>2008-05-23T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T07:46:22.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's so weird that you can be surrounded by people and feel totally alone. It's amazing. Like right now. I'm at a party but juan got mad at me and steph left so i have no one else to talk to. I sound like such a suck, but i feel like shit. I hate other people. Ali and i started organising our sex and the city movie viewing night. We're going to get all dressed up. That should be fun.              I wonder if this will work? I'm doing it no my phone.  I'm going home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-6128615113901995688?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/6128615113901995688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=6128615113901995688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/6128615113901995688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/6128615113901995688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-so-weird-that-you-can-be-surrounded.html' title=''/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-9094288363682980843</id><published>2008-05-19T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T06:17:39.948-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrassing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni'/><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>So I had a full on weekend. On Friday I had a bunch of uni/work stuff to do and that was unexciting. But on Friday night I went out to dinner at the Central Markets with Ronnie and Emo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SDFPGKaeJvI/AAAAAAAAAHY/zxF_E3ma8Xk/s1600-h/centralmarketsfromescalator23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SDFPGKaeJvI/AAAAAAAAAHY/zxF_E3ma8Xk/s320/centralmarketsfromescalator23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202026011882825458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray. I had noodles with chicken and bok choi and dumplings. It was delicious. And then we went to Cibo for icecream. Emo had to go to work, to deliver babies but Steph and I sat for a while a reminisced about the 90's due to the fact that Chris's 21st to come was 90's themed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SDFMraaeJrI/AAAAAAAAAG4/GmgPz7OFsJ8/s1600-h/BABYSIT.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SDFMraaeJrI/AAAAAAAAAG4/GmgPz7OFsJ8/s320/BABYSIT.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202023353298069170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We both loved the Babysitters Club books and subsequently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SDFMraaeJsI/AAAAAAAAAHA/d35weHckZSQ/s1600-h/babysitters_club.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SDFMraaeJsI/AAAAAAAAAHA/d35weHckZSQ/s320/babysitters_club.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202023353298069186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Babysitters Club movie. I'd just like to point out though that in the top picture, Mallory is supposed to be 11 and WHAT 11 YEAR OLD WEARS THAT!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also how good was Clueless?!? Donald Faison's (Murray) little speech about his use of the word 'woman' in reference to his girlfriend is hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SDFMrqaeJtI/AAAAAAAAAHI/gJISVcW7ZGQ/s1600-h/clueless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SDFMrqaeJtI/AAAAAAAAAHI/gJISVcW7ZGQ/s320/clueless.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202023357593036498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who can forget the Spice Girls. I was a HUGE Spice Girls fan. I had a Spice Girls t-shirt and a folder for school. Oh yeah, I was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SDFMr6aeJuI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/g6hV0Yvrcdc/s1600-h/PowerOf5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SDFMr6aeJuI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/g6hV0Yvrcdc/s320/PowerOf5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202023361888003810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I worked, it was less than exciting. Also then I went to Pritika's house and did her hair for the Law Ball. It was fun, we had a girlie chat and I LOVED her dress. &lt;br /&gt;I had to go home and pimp myself 90's style. Think side pony. Oh yeah I went there.&lt;br /&gt;And then it was to Jono's house for Chris and Jono's joint 21st. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SDQYpaaeJwI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Kqeig8AX7Rs/s1600-h/n593855362_3000782_6657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SDQYpaaeJwI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Kqeig8AX7Rs/s320/n593855362_3000782_6657.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202810569263818498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jono getting his drink on.&lt;br /&gt;It was a good night. Except for when I stacked it HARDCORE right at the end of the speeches in front of EVERYONE and did my ankle in. So not only am I full of shame and embarrassment but ALSO my ankle is black and puffy. ALSO, I wasn't totally drunk, only a little bit, and Jono's mum sees me in the LAP room and recognised me and I had to be all assuring that I was a) okay and b) not drunk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my oral presentation on Tuesday and it went really well. Also I think it's sort of helped me decide what I want to do with my life. Maybe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this is a picture of one of the 1st year WAAPA students preparing for their show.&lt;br /&gt;So freakin cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SDQYpqaeJxI/AAAAAAAAAHo/SOzElwajG2I/s1600-h/n607280478_1241705_7884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SDQYpqaeJxI/AAAAAAAAAHo/SOzElwajG2I/s320/n607280478_1241705_7884.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202810573558785810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have much more to say thank god. I should go and finish my tute prep.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm up to the last ever episode of Veronica Mars and I can't bear to watch it. I dont want it to be over!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-9094288363682980843?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/9094288363682980843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=9094288363682980843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/9094288363682980843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/9094288363682980843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-i-had-full-on-weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SDFPGKaeJvI/AAAAAAAAAHY/zxF_E3ma8Xk/s72-c/centralmarketsfromescalator23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-1114283325515617319</id><published>2008-05-18T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T06:28:22.059-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Whatever gets you through the night</title><content type='html'>Can you, will you&lt;br /&gt;At least attempt to stay now&lt;br /&gt;Just turn around&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you break through&lt;br /&gt;Never betray you&lt;br /&gt;And now I know that I&lt;br /&gt;Can't go back on all those promises I shredded but&lt;br /&gt;Can you, will you&lt;br /&gt;At least attempt to stay now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Audition are well wicked. I really like their new album. I've had it for weeks, but haven't really had a chance to listen properly. Also, they're amazing live and I hear they're coming back to Australia. I sure hope I can go and meet them again. That'd be sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an extremely eventful weekend. I will update about that later. Right now I'm writing an oral presentation about the effects of child sexual abuse. What a happy topic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-1114283325515617319?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/1114283325515617319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=1114283325515617319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/1114283325515617319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/1114283325515617319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/05/whatever-gets-you-through-night.html' title='Whatever gets you through the night'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-4256066270682471344</id><published>2008-05-15T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T02:06:44.305-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trouble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Take Two</title><content type='html'>This is a post I wrote almost 3 years ago. It's a shame that it still rings true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I hate that HE can make her cry, that he can make her feel so happy and so sad within a split second.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that SHE fucks people around without any shred of evidence of feeling&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I am still not over what happened then, and that SHE seems to be entirely unaffected&lt;br /&gt;I hate that HE could turn out so bad, and that I was deluded for so long&lt;br /&gt;I hate that HE is involved at all because He is not a nice person&lt;br /&gt;I hate that SHE is never around to feel the pain everyone else feels because SHE's a wimp, and in hiding&lt;br /&gt;I hate that SHE beat me in going through this, just like she always does, its not supposed to be a competition, but somehow it is...&lt;br /&gt;I hate that HE makes me want to kill and kiss him at the same time&lt;br /&gt;I hate that SHE is a hypocrite, yet know I am also&lt;br /&gt;I hate that SHE thinks she's in control when she's really not&lt;br /&gt;I hate that HE gets on his high horse and wont get the fuck off&lt;br /&gt;I hate that a person can be treated like shit and then called 'sweetheart' 2 seconds later &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a real shame that I remember who all of those are about except one. And that most of them are still true.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having alot of trouble with my friends at the moment. There's so much shit going on. So much animosity. So many secrets. So many people lying to each other. Cheating. Lying. Backstabbing. Pretending. I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we go out recently, I find out more people who don't like each other but who just pretend. And what for? What do they get out of it? A and B don't like each other.  C HATES D who's THIS close to bedding his ex girlfriend E. A also hates D, as does F. G is hated by pretty much everyone but that's cuz he cheated on H to be with I. I is an idiot because recently G hit on I's friend J. K and L just broke up which makes everything awkward especially as K will probably now hook up with M, a very faux friend. &lt;br /&gt;God I could keep going which is just depressing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note. I have a 90's party to go to on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll channel Deb from Napoleon Dynamite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SCxKIKaeJoI/AAAAAAAAAGg/G417iIZrG2Q/s1600-h/284695809_0e70784349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SCxKIKaeJoI/AAAAAAAAAGg/G417iIZrG2Q/s320/284695809_0e70784349.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200613173800871554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta find myself a bumbag, a side ponytail, and some boon doggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SCxKIaaeJpI/AAAAAAAAAGo/9-5iuqbkP9M/s1600-h/collegehumor.4de240db7fa388b497a5174d44224518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SCxKIaaeJpI/AAAAAAAAAGo/9-5iuqbkP9M/s320/collegehumor.4de240db7fa388b497a5174d44224518.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200613178095838866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also look how gorgeous she is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SCxMXaaeJqI/AAAAAAAAAGw/7NySrs1Q2cA/s1600-h/81260245.yZFU7MKA.REK103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SCxMXaaeJqI/AAAAAAAAAGw/7NySrs1Q2cA/s320/81260245.yZFU7MKA.REK103.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200615634817132194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also this chick, Kristeen Young, is pretty cool. I'm going to start wearing my hair like that. It's hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-4256066270682471344?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/4256066270682471344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=4256066270682471344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/4256066270682471344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/4256066270682471344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/05/take-two.html' title='Take Two'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SCxKIKaeJoI/AAAAAAAAAGg/G417iIZrG2Q/s72-c/284695809_0e70784349.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-6307875234661038499</id><published>2008-05-13T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T06:04:33.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls rally together</title><content type='html'>So Sex and the City movie premiered today in London. OH MY GOD. &lt;br /&gt;I am SO SO excited about this movie. All my friends and I are going to get all dressed up Carrie style and go Gold Class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SCmNkaaeJkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gJbbgpG-3Yg/s1600-h/satc-london-premier_670464c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SCmNkaaeJkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gJbbgpG-3Yg/s320/satc-london-premier_670464c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199842901481104962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Sarah Jessica Parker's dress and fascinator were AMAZING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SCmOcqaeJlI/AAAAAAAAAGI/RLghl1Fgkj8/s1600-h/sjp_london_51936913_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SCmOcqaeJlI/AAAAAAAAAGI/RLghl1Fgkj8/s320/sjp_london_51936913_300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199843867848746578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I love this hairstyle. Both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SCmRu6aeJnI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-JzdLeb9rkk/s1600-h/michela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SCmRu6aeJnI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-JzdLeb9rkk/s320/michela.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199847479916242546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SCmRd6aeJmI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/EYpXS7JPcgQ/s1600-h/3056_3764_Simpson-Ashlee-09-4x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SCmRd6aeJmI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/EYpXS7JPcgQ/s320/3056_3764_Simpson-Ashlee-09-4x.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199847187858466402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-6307875234661038499?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/6307875234661038499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=6307875234661038499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/6307875234661038499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/6307875234661038499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/05/girls-rally-together.html' title='Girls rally together'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SCmNkaaeJkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gJbbgpG-3Yg/s72-c/satc-london-premier_670464c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-1138309417641918097</id><published>2008-05-10T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T19:31:48.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it weird that the ex gf wants to be friends with my bf? And that it makes him feel better? And that it provides closure? Even though we've been together for almost 3 years?&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel awkward and awful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-1138309417641918097?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/1138309417641918097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=1138309417641918097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/1138309417641918097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/1138309417641918097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/05/is-it-weird-that-ex-gf-wants-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-7182079682428462104</id><published>2008-05-07T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T06:48:09.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Spent</title><content type='html'>most of my time frowning today. I have got to stop. I have a sore face. Also, I have to stop clenching my teeth. Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am addicted to Veronica Mars. I've seen about 7 episodes today. MUST WATCH IT ALL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-7182079682428462104?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/7182079682428462104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=7182079682428462104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/7182079682428462104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/7182079682428462104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-spent.html' title='I Spent'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-4957285712356198418</id><published>2008-05-06T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T04:49:49.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I do like it</title><content type='html'>Ashlee Simpson's new album that is. Also I like The Kooks new album and Panic! At The Disco's Pretty Odd too. Yay for new music. At the same time, I'm also still rocking to Cute is What We Aim For and The Audition as well. I love music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I burnt my mouth last night. It hurts alot. &lt;br /&gt;Uni was good today, I learned lots of interesting things. &lt;br /&gt;There was this one woman who had had such a horrific upbringing, I can't even imagine. And I learned that 680,000 Australian children are living in poverty. That amazed me. I feel so naive. That's ALOT of children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY want to go to the ballet. There's a show on called French Connection and the pictures look amazing. Also, it's REASONABLE. Not great, but okay. I get some more monies on Saturday so I should be able to afford it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SCBFisEzugI/AAAAAAAAAFw/TB5JUkH99M4/s1600-h/french_2008_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SCBFisEzugI/AAAAAAAAAFw/TB5JUkH99M4/s320/french_2008_01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197230432234748418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SCBFisEzuhI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ArW1WRQRuyE/s1600-h/french_2008_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SCBFisEzuhI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ArW1WRQRuyE/s320/french_2008_02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197230432234748434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoorah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-4957285712356198418?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/4957285712356198418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=4957285712356198418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/4957285712356198418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/4957285712356198418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-do-like-it.html' title='I do like it'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SCBFisEzugI/AAAAAAAAAFw/TB5JUkH99M4/s72-c/french_2008_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-2657894870247317470</id><published>2008-05-05T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T07:19:49.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Miss Obsessive</title><content type='html'>Been listening to this song off Ashlee Simpson's new album pretty much full on lately. &lt;br /&gt;It doesn't really apply to me, my bf is still here and still beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;But man, my family is pissing me off massively right now. Grrr I wish I could move out. But choosing between Europe and moving out is easy... Europe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-2657894870247317470?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/2657894870247317470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=2657894870247317470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/2657894870247317470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/2657894870247317470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-miss-obsessive.html' title='Little Miss Obsessive'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-3886570813930773516</id><published>2008-05-04T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T08:01:53.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sunday</title><content type='html'>We got our asses kicked at Netball this afternoon. It was really annoying because the team was made up of babies from my old high school and they were shits. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we went to Chris's to see the rat that Raf bought for his girlfriend. It's called Sandy because his gf's name is Shelley... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Aqua. God, they were cool.&lt;br /&gt;I have a 21st in a couple of weeks and the theme is 90's. Steph and I are trying to think of something to go as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading my old blog, from when I was in year twelve. In some respects I have changed heaps, in other's I haven't changed a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss all my old music too. Although much of it is considered lame or uncool, I like it. Most of it has memories attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO, I had the wackiest dream last night. It was NOT the kind of dream I normally have and in no way reflects what I feel or think when conscious. I need time to fully think about it, it was so strange. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep getting hot then cold. I'm not really sick so I don't know what that's about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an assignment due in a week and I was going to go and study at uni all day but I think I may do some chores in the morning (CLEAN my ROOM) and then go to uni in the afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you J...Without you I don't sleep... Oh how I also love Jack's Mannequin. I maintain that that album is in my top 5 ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to start writing and compiling my book. But it takes so much time... that I don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-3886570813930773516?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/3886570813930773516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=3886570813930773516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/3886570813930773516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/3886570813930773516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-sunday.html' title='My Sunday'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-190137977827676245</id><published>2008-05-03T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T06:58:22.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That time again</title><content type='html'>Well I have another assignment due soon, so as usual, I can't think of doing anything but fun creative stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I want to enter &lt;a href="http://www.noise.net/project.asp?id=90&amp;image_id=1"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to babysit tonight but one of the kids got concussion so I stayed home. It's nice once in a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-190137977827676245?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/190137977827676245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=190137977827676245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/190137977827676245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/190137977827676245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/05/that-time-again.html' title='That time again'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-5302890886198502058</id><published>2008-04-30T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T00:13:08.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff and Nonsense</title><content type='html'>I totally channelled my inner Blair today. Black and cream skirt, purple tights, big black boots and a bow in my hair. Loved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uni was interesting, I had two tutes that were pretty good. The second tute is the greatest, my teacher loves me. Hoorah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chick that plays Leah in Juno should totally get a movie. Also Ellen Page is a feisty little hottie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished watching the third series of Weeds last night. I love love love that show. It kind of changed my opinion of Mary-Kate Olsen. I used to really like the Olsen twins but then they got all ano and silly. But really, they're kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SBlmAsEzucI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/YX05YQJfye8/s1600-h/MK1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SBlmAsEzucI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/YX05YQJfye8/s320/MK1+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195295807165938114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SBlmA8EzudI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Q5gX8gjdIzk/s1600-h/MKAA+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SBlmA8EzudI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Q5gX8gjdIzk/s320/MKAA+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195295811460905426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SBlmA8EzueI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ydw6RuuRc74/s1600-h/mary-kate-vogue-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SBlmA8EzueI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ydw6RuuRc74/s320/mary-kate-vogue-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195295811460905442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to do a research article check on eating disorders and twins. There must be some kind of link. The Olsen twins, The Veronica's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SBltBMEzufI/AAAAAAAAAFo/SYjrNL3mofs/s1600-h/the-veronicas05030701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SBltBMEzufI/AAAAAAAAAFo/SYjrNL3mofs/s320/the-veronicas05030701.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195303512337267186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I knew these twins and both of them had an eating disorder. ALSO I'm pretty sure one of the twins in the Sweet Valley series had an eating disorder. There MUST be a link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out with my pal Ronnie tonight, I'm pretty excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-5302890886198502058?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/5302890886198502058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=5302890886198502058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/5302890886198502058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/5302890886198502058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/04/stuff-and-nonsense.html' title='Stuff and Nonsense'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SBlmAsEzucI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/YX05YQJfye8/s72-c/MK1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-2858237419442934091</id><published>2008-04-30T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T06:47:47.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion</title><content type='html'>Been stalking a few blogs of young fashionista's lately.  Makes me want to get into all this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a red headband a la Blair. God she's gorgeous. And if I could have her life I would. Although I'm glad my boyfriend is not fucking my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is, is it inappropriate to dress like this for real? If you're NOT in New York? I want tights like those and a big red bow. I have a little pink bow in my hair right now. I need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SBhzdsEzuZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xSjZ-rkqi1s/s1600-h/BlairTights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SBhzdsEzuZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xSjZ-rkqi1s/s320/BlairTights.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195029124056594834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I would like my hair to look like this all the time. It's the right length and colour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SBhzd8EzuaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/UimWCImzAZk/s1600-h/BlairGorgeous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SBhzd8EzuaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/UimWCImzAZk/s320/BlairGorgeous.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195029128351562146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want tights like this. and the dress is STUNNING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SBhVXcEzuWI/AAAAAAAAAEg/2rHoLbyuG6g/s1600-h/26_blair_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SBhVXcEzuWI/AAAAAAAAAEg/2rHoLbyuG6g/s320/26_blair_lg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194996031333579106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SBhVXsEzuXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YARJ45iu8QQ/s1600-h/blair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SBhVXsEzuXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YARJ45iu8QQ/s320/blair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194996035628546418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my shopping list is:&lt;br /&gt;Big bow'd headband&lt;br /&gt;Black lace patterned tights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SBh31cEzubI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pBre767A044/s1600-h/Xhilaration%2BBlack%2BSkyler%2BPatent%2BMary%2BJane%2B20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SBh31cEzubI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pBre767A044/s320/Xhilaration%2BBlack%2BSkyler%2BPatent%2BMary%2BJane%2B20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195033930124999090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black patent Mary Janes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I want some new boots, I want some flat ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-2858237419442934091?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/2858237419442934091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=2858237419442934091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/2858237419442934091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/2858237419442934091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/04/fashion.html' title='Fashion'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SBhzdsEzuZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xSjZ-rkqi1s/s72-c/BlairTights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-3326872532047619739</id><published>2008-04-28T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T07:44:50.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hygiene and other things</title><content type='html'>I just saw a feminine hygiene ad for a product called "Rephresh" for "after douching". COME ON. This is not necessary to put on television. And okay, its 11:30pm, but STILL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been pretty nutso lately. My grandma's in hospital and while my mum's been away I had to run her business, although I was on uni holidays I worked heaps and did no homework. I had an assignment due today that I started yesterday. I got it in on time but it wasn't great. Hopefully I'll get a Credit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's bloody freezing now. Dad tried to argue with me but I said if I can see my breath coming out of my mouth, it's COLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bodie had a Nintendo Wii night on Saturday. It was pretty fun. Mario Kart on Wii is so so much fun. Like on N64 but funner. I must buy it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won netball 10-2, a pretty low scoring game. Oh wells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really like to take more photos and do more art. I wasted my holidays. Well that's not entirely true. I spent some great times with my beautiful boy. He drove all the way from his house just to hug me the other day. Such a sweetie. But I'm house sitting in the big holidays in the middle of the year so hopefully I can get creative for reals then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exx ohh exx ohh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-3326872532047619739?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/3326872532047619739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=3326872532047619739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/3326872532047619739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/3326872532047619739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/04/hygiene-and-other-things.html' title='Hygiene and other things'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-2970656609479515678</id><published>2008-04-23T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T06:47:14.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Made Cold Rolls!</title><content type='html'>So I made cold rolls on Saturday. It was uber fun.&lt;br /&gt;First you need ingredients&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rice Papers&lt;br /&gt;Carrot&lt;br /&gt;Capsicum&lt;br /&gt;Cucumber&lt;br /&gt;Spring Onion&lt;br /&gt;Rice Noodles&lt;br /&gt;Cooked Chicken Mince&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SA829MEzuTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/UfkgNLDO7bE/s1600-h/Ingredients1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SA829MEzuTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/UfkgNLDO7bE/s320/Ingredients1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192429320222783794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure the ingredients are finely chopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SA829MEzuSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ypAzL99UGys/s1600-h/Ingredients.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SA829MEzuSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ypAzL99UGys/s320/Ingredients.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192429320222783778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place a rice paper in a big bowl of hot water until it is soft.&lt;br /&gt;Place the ingredients in the middle of the rice paper and fold in sides and roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SA829sEzuVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/zwlqFKntLZM/s1600-h/Roll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SA829sEzuVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/zwlqFKntLZM/s320/Roll.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192429328812718418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep made rolls on wet paper towel until ready to be eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SA829cEzuUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/99K7btIF3t4/s1600-h/PaperTowel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SA829cEzuUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/99K7btIF3t4/s320/PaperTowel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192429324517751106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serve with a mixture of Hoisin sauce and sweet chili sauce. Delicious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SA8288EzuRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/nJ6Mq54P3l4/s1600-h/FinishedProduct.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SA8288EzuRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/nJ6Mq54P3l4/s320/FinishedProduct.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192429315927816466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-2970656609479515678?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/2970656609479515678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=2970656609479515678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/2970656609479515678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/2970656609479515678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-made-cold-rolls.html' title='I Made Cold Rolls!'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/SA829MEzuTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/UfkgNLDO7bE/s72-c/Ingredients1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-4296796118210676183</id><published>2008-04-14T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T09:09:39.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sour</title><content type='html'>So I got called morally bankrupt tonight. It's such bullshit. Yes, I kissed my friends, but we're consenting adults and my boy doesn't consider it cheating so what's the issue. Also, I totally hate the hypocrisy in my group. It's okay for Him to get with several girls in the group, and it's okay for Her to be a total cocktease to vulnerable boys and her ex-boyfriends friends.&lt;br /&gt;It's bullshit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the sour end to my totally awesome wicked weekend that I will post about tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-4296796118210676183?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/4296796118210676183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=4296796118210676183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/4296796118210676183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/4296796118210676183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/04/sour.html' title='Sour'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-5761374706535845533</id><published>2008-04-05T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T01:37:50.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Cutie</title><content type='html'>Everyone has those songs that remind them of a time, a place, a person or a moment.&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to my iPod on random on the way to work this morning when Little Cutie by Machine Gun Fellatio started playing. I was instantly transported to Winter, 2005. My friend Bodie was house sitting this amazing house just outside the city. We're talking a cinema room, the best of all appliances, an automatic vacuum cleaner named Bob and awesome grounds. &lt;br /&gt;Our group would basically spend every night there.&lt;br /&gt;Juan and I had just started going out and there was a real mix of relationships going on in our group. We were still celebrating our newfound freedom from year 12 and everything was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night was particularly freezing and everyone was there, hanging out between the fire, the kitchen and the theatre room (try playing xbox on a projector screen!) I was in the kitchen with Steph, Ron, Raf, Pat, Bodie and Joanna. Little Cutie started playing on the speakers (in every room and outside). I remember dancing around, kicking my stockinged feet in the air and everyone joining in. If it was a scene in a movie it would have been in slow motion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-5761374706535845533?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/5761374706535845533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=5761374706535845533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/5761374706535845533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/5761374706535845533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/04/little-cutie.html' title='Little Cutie'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-4214006574266126319</id><published>2008-04-02T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T03:03:49.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With You</title><content type='html'>Thoughts read are spoken, forever in doubt.&lt;br /&gt;And pieces of memories fall to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;I know what i didn't have so, I won't let this go.&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's true, I am nothing without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird. I love J so much, and whenever I'm without him I feel somewhat overwhelmed. I don't know, when he's not here I feel such a rush, not that I don't feel that when I'm with him, it just hurts more when he's gone. I sound pathetic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It probably has something to do with the fact that I've been watching old One Tree Hill episodes. Sometimes I wish that high school was like that but then I think, 'What the hell?!!' no way, they have way too much drama. Who wants to deal with pregnancy, cheating, evil parents, unknown half-siblings and parents, school shootings, marriage, near death experiences, cancer, terminal illness and family death all before they're 17?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, it totally HAILED today. I have photos too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R_NZRqTZcxI/AAAAAAAAADo/f4E9uw4O3CI/s1600-h/2408Hale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R_NZRqTZcxI/AAAAAAAAADo/f4E9uw4O3CI/s320/2408Hale.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184585755981869842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the view from my front door. And that's my sweet ride and the church across the road. And the HAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R_NZR6TZcyI/AAAAAAAAADw/RVNOccRqhgs/s1600-h/2408Hale2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R_NZR6TZcyI/AAAAAAAAADw/RVNOccRqhgs/s320/2408Hale2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184585760276837154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more hail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I have two classes to prepare for, so that is all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo Love Caity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-4214006574266126319?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/4214006574266126319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=4214006574266126319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/4214006574266126319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/4214006574266126319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/04/with-you.html' title='With You'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R_NZRqTZcxI/AAAAAAAAADo/f4E9uw4O3CI/s72-c/2408Hale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-2171769009095930287</id><published>2008-03-25T06:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T06:20:37.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R-j7zKTZcwI/AAAAAAAAADg/wA5hztIGmvI/s1600-h/n626842994_671429_6203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R-j7zKTZcwI/AAAAAAAAADg/wA5hztIGmvI/s320/n626842994_671429_6203.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181668227647369986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my friend Mia. I think she's absolutely gorgeous. And probably the sweetest person in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-2171769009095930287?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/2171769009095930287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=2171769009095930287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/2171769009095930287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/2171769009095930287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/03/mia.html' title='Mia'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R-j7zKTZcwI/AAAAAAAAADg/wA5hztIGmvI/s72-c/n626842994_671429_6203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-9037680988093485439</id><published>2008-03-23T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T23:23:24.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired and Uninspired</title><content type='html'>You know how there are those songs that have such an affect on your but you can't explain or describe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired and Uninspired by My American Heart is one of those songs for me. Every time I hear it I get this wrenching feeling in my gut like there's some sort of thing pulling my insides out. That sounds gross but it's in a good way. It just makes me FEEL so so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful song. Whoever it is written about is a very lucky person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day someone will write a song about me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relax relax, exhale and breathe, just breathe for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-9037680988093485439?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/9037680988093485439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=9037680988093485439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/9037680988093485439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/9037680988093485439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/03/tired-and-uninspired.html' title='Tired and Uninspired'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-5257372798416243437</id><published>2008-03-20T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T04:34:08.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Family</title><content type='html'>Sometimes my family cracks me up. We just had dinner, at the dinner table for the first time in ages and it was a great home cooked meal with baked vegies and steamed greens and steak. We were so wholesome. BUt the topic of conversation was just hilarious. We had a big discussion about why girly bits only have crappy names but boy bits have good punchy names, we talked about porn and Ferris Bueller. Probably totally inappropriate but we all had a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exx oh exx oh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-5257372798416243437?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/5257372798416243437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=5257372798416243437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/5257372798416243437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/5257372798416243437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-family.html' title='My Family'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-5208799627186578705</id><published>2008-03-19T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T03:19:50.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Like...</title><content type='html'>So Anthony Minghella died today. He wrote the play I performed for my Year 12 assessment. He was pretty young and died from a haemmorhage on the operating table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I have decided to start a new creative art project. SO that should make me happy. And it kind of does but I feel super down tonight because I had a fight with Juan. It seemed important but whenever he is gone then I feel so sad if we're fighting. And I have so much uni work to do and I have no motivation at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I should go and try and do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love Caity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-5208799627186578705?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/5208799627186578705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=5208799627186578705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/5208799627186578705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/5208799627186578705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/03/little-like.html' title='A Little Like...'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-7122080869529582541</id><published>2008-03-17T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T05:56:16.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muscle Men</title><content type='html'>Why is it that the muscle men at Ikea are so unhelpful. I thought they were paid to help me get my heavy flat packed stack of drawers into the car, instead they stood around talking about the difference between good and bad baked beans. Thanks guys, very  helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I had a pretty good weekend. Had work on Saturday but it was busy so that always makes it go faster. And then on Saturday night was Jo's 21st Colour party. You had to go all in one colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R95i7nnemNI/AAAAAAAAADA/5E-BpRDw4t4/s1600-h/n610795122_2468739_7296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R95i7nnemNI/AAAAAAAAADA/5E-BpRDw4t4/s320/n610795122_2468739_7296.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178685397909018834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun. It looks totally rad in that picture.&lt;br /&gt;Steph and I drank way too much. I believe we polished off 80% of a bottle of vodka in about 2 hours. We had fun tho. Everything was hilarious. Also, somehow we ended up kissing alot. That was weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to work on Sunday and couldn't feel my throat for about two hours. That was fabulous. Also a little kid pooped in the pool. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;That night Juan and I went and saw Arj Barker. He's very funny, although he does tend to recycle jokes. But I'm glad I went. It was a good end to the Fringe season. And now Adelaide will die for another year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R95ohHnemOI/AAAAAAAAADI/GNHkUqENmmY/s1600-h/417044167_8c3f853689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R95ohHnemOI/AAAAAAAAADI/GNHkUqENmmY/s320/417044167_8c3f853689.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178691539712252130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R95ohHnemPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vIaKSTNYe5k/s1600-h/2304693802_3d19baaf2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R95ohHnemPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vIaKSTNYe5k/s320/2304693802_3d19baaf2a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178691539712252146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R95ohnnemQI/AAAAAAAAADY/bZrl4JxIeFg/s1600-h/2304717038_31724ddc9c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R95ohnnemQI/AAAAAAAAADY/bZrl4JxIeFg/s320/2304717038_31724ddc9c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178691548302186754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All photos from Murfomurf http://www.flickr.com/photos/murfomurf/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure that's all.&lt;br /&gt;I should go and prepare for my tutorial tomorrow morning. FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-7122080869529582541?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/7122080869529582541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=7122080869529582541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/7122080869529582541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/7122080869529582541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/03/muscle-men.html' title='Muscle Men'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R95i7nnemNI/AAAAAAAAADA/5E-BpRDw4t4/s72-c/n610795122_2468739_7296.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-7829213164463053787</id><published>2008-03-06T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T02:44:15.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic</title><content type='html'>Last night Juan, Angus, Steph, Mia, Chris, Raf, Simon, Tom and Thom went to see Nicholas Tweedy and Charlie Caper, magicians!! They were so so awesome. Tweedy is an illusionist and a mentalist and Caper practices mainly sleight of hand and card tricks. Tweedy made stuff LEVITATE and Caper made a can of Coke COME OUT OF HIS SHOE, proceeded to drink it and then RESEALED it and DRANK IT AGAIN! It was so amazing. A good amount of our friends got to go up on stage. Simon got his watch stolen by Tweedy. It was hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-7829213164463053787?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/7829213164463053787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=7829213164463053787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/7829213164463053787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/7829213164463053787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/03/magic.html' title='Magic'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-3021991884929946002</id><published>2008-03-03T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T01:31:10.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know how just occasionally, you will come across a person you think is perfect in every single way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R8-5wW_xlkI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UKBifm3eWmU/s1600-h/perfectgirl1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R8-5wW_xlkI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UKBifm3eWmU/s320/perfectgirl1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174558737329919554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R8-5OG_xliI/AAAAAAAAACo/duM8RwNqyvY/s1600-h/perfectgirl2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R8-5OG_xliI/AAAAAAAAACo/duM8RwNqyvY/s320/perfectgirl2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174558148919399970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R8-5OG_xljI/AAAAAAAAACw/W6V4VKoRtX8/s1600-h/perftect3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R8-5OG_xljI/AAAAAAAAACw/W6V4VKoRtX8/s320/perftect3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174558148919399986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one of those people in my life. She's the same age as me (21) and just seems to have everything planned and everything falls into place for her. She's beautiful, funny, intelligent and creative. She's in love and currently designing her engagement ring. She knows exactly what she wants to do in life and I have every belief that she will make these things happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she's awesome and I think that everyone should have someone like this in their lives, as it makes you strive to be a better person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-3021991884929946002?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/3021991884929946002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=3021991884929946002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/3021991884929946002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/3021991884929946002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-know-how-just-occasionally-you-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R8-5wW_xlkI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UKBifm3eWmU/s72-c/perfectgirl1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-5153862292285066592</id><published>2008-03-03T04:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T04:38:07.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soundwave Adelaide '08</title><content type='html'>2 days after the event I'm still basically reduced to open mouthed-ness and "so so awesomes". It was SO RAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there at about 11:30 and gates opened at 12 and we moved in pretty quickly. We went straight to Stage 5 where the beautiful boys from My American Heart were setting up. And I almost forgot. While we were in the line Dustin from MAH walked past promoting them playing. That's dedication. Anyways, they were amazing and easily my highlight. They played Tired and Uninspired which was just... wow. Dustin the bassist has SO much energy. They're so good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R8vv2SbkJ7I/AAAAAAAAACI/YXHZpIhq1wo/s1600-h/MAH1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R8vv2SbkJ7I/AAAAAAAAACI/YXHZpIhq1wo/s320/MAH1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173492312904574898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo Credit: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/omgwthmoo/"&gt;OMGWTHMOO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R8vv3CbkJ8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/mypartQdZOY/s1600-h/MAH2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R8vv3CbkJ8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/mypartQdZOY/s320/MAH2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173492325789476802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo Credit: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/everybodywakeup/"&gt;Everybody Wake Up&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Emma, Chris and I headed over to see Sugarcult. They were okay. I wish the lead singer didn't preface every song with "And this song's about...". Reminds me of that time I saw Gerling (CRAP) and they were all "This song's about getting drunk on a Saturday night and eating a kebab". LAME. BUt they played Bouncing off the Walls which is definitely a pleaser. It did go off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R8vv3CbkJ9I/AAAAAAAAACY/q8TMY-JDyWU/s1600-h/sugarcult.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R8vv3CbkJ9I/AAAAAAAAACY/q8TMY-JDyWU/s320/sugarcult.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173492325789476818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo Credit: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/omgwthmoo/"&gt;OMGWTHMOO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went over to the Plain WHite T's. I also really enjoyed their set. It makes no sense but I wish they played more songs off their old album, I think it's punchier. I got to dance to You and Me with Tom and Krauk tho, that was FUN. Also, when they played Hey There, Delilah the crows just flocked to the stage, it was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday also played a good set and played Jet Black New Year, my favourite song. I think it's just so clever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadows Fall were lame. I hate bands that come on stage and insult the people they're playing for. Also we were surrounded by lame arse metal heads and their dumbass girlfriends making out in the pit. Yes, pay $120 to make out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incubus was FABULOUS. They played Drive, Wish You Were Here, Pistola, Anna Molly. It could only have been better if they played Dig. Also Brandon is sexy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Offspring were the main pull of the event and I thought they were entertaining but still disappointing. They barely acknowledged the crowd except to say "Adelaide, let's get LAID". Hilarious. They played my favourite Want You Bad but I think they faked their way through Pretty Fly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thoroughly enjoyed it and if it comes back next year I'll definitely be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo Caity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-5153862292285066592?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/5153862292285066592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=5153862292285066592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/5153862292285066592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/5153862292285066592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/03/soundwave-adelaide-08.html' title='Soundwave Adelaide &apos;08'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R8vv2SbkJ7I/AAAAAAAAACI/YXHZpIhq1wo/s72-c/MAH1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-8645542267693282450</id><published>2008-02-17T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T20:20:49.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Saturday</title><content type='html'>This is how my saturday went.&lt;br /&gt;Up at 7 to get ready for work, 50 minute drive to work to start at 9.&lt;br /&gt;Work until 4. Between 4 and 4:30 drive to second place of work. 4:30 start at the Pool. 8pm finish work at the pool. Drive back down to Brighton (placement of work no.1.) Hung out at Ali's with Ali, Kel, Pritika and Embo. 9:30pm drive back up to Jacob's (near placement of work no.2.) Hang out until 1:30. Drive Pritika home. Turn my car around. Realise I have a punctured tire. Severely punctured. Ring my dad. Spend between 2 and 2:30am changing the tire on my car. In a white shirt! 2:35am, fall into bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GHEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on Sunday Juan and I went to the beach. It was beautiful, but I got slightly burnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-8645542267693282450?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/8645542267693282450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=8645542267693282450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/8645542267693282450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/8645542267693282450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-saturday.html' title='My Saturday'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-8694557164214509285</id><published>2008-02-14T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T01:26:25.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupid</title><content type='html'>Wellz today is Valentines Day. For the first time in 3 years Juan is the one working and not me. He also got called in early so that was fun. &lt;br /&gt;But we went to lunch at Cafe Kowloon that has the most delicious food. We had Braised Duck with vegetables and Thai Beef. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of having Valentines Day with the boy I'm at home watching old episodes of One Tree Hill, the most perfectly predictable teen show ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, if I had more time to myself, time alone, would I get all the stuff done that  I want to get done? Or is work and all the other things that take up my time just an excuse? I dunno. There are so many things that I want to do. Alot of them I can't do without money (Europe, Camp America, moving out, starting my own business), but alot of them I could do if I just did them.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many photos and projects I want to start. If only I would just do them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when sites try to make themselves REALLY cool but just end up wasting your time because of how confusing they are and how long it takes to navigate them. It really annoys me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-8694557164214509285?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/8694557164214509285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=8694557164214509285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/8694557164214509285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/8694557164214509285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/02/cupid.html' title='Cupid'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-2432654360249797793</id><published>2008-02-13T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T04:58:55.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasting Time</title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm wasting my life away.&lt;br /&gt;I actually cannot wait to go back to uni. It will give me a sense of purpose again. And an excuse not to do things. &lt;br /&gt;It's really frustrating. I'm young and I want to do ALL these things NOW. I want to go to Europe and the US and do an American Summer Camp. But I have fund issues, as in I have no money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I don't know if I should do Camp America this year and then try and save for Europe for next year. Or whether I should try and do both in a mass trip in '09. If I do that, then I will miss my boy very much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching a video of Paramore doing a cover of Sweetness by Jimmy Eat World. My fave band of right now doing my favourite Jimmy song. It's awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I got a ticket today to see Pennywise, Sum41 and Bowling for Soup in April. Very excited. And my Soundwave tickets came yesterday. MORE EXCITED. SO MANY GREAT BANDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-2432654360249797793?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/2432654360249797793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=2432654360249797793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/2432654360249797793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/2432654360249797793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/02/wasting-time.html' title='Wasting Time'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710548223433921518.post-4346456936707722964</id><published>2008-02-07T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T01:52:00.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Want Your Kiss Boy</title><content type='html'>Sooo, my first post on my new blog. It kind of feels good to be back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting new music is really exciting. Unfortunately my iPod is totally weird and won't connect to my computer.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I got The Con by Tegan and Sara. I like it alot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R6rwgRACX4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/zTsLVF33RPk/s1600-h/tegan+y+sara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R6rwgRACX4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/zTsLVF33RPk/s400/tegan+y+sara.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164204359843733378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange how you acquire music just when the lyrics mean the most to you. Or maybe it's like horoscopes and you take what does fit from the lyrics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say it takes 3 weeks to break a habit. But how long does it take to fall into and get out of a rut?&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I feel like I'm stuck in a huge life rut and I hate it. I'm actually really looking forward to uni going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some photos from recent-ish times:&lt;br /&gt;Matt's 21st. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R6r26xACX5I/AAAAAAAAABA/ARIAQH2Nyks/s1600-h/DSC02443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R6r26xACX5I/AAAAAAAAABA/ARIAQH2Nyks/s320/DSC02443.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164211412180033426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jus is a gay fashion designer, Juan is an Army Official, Anthony is a rock star, Matt the Pimp, Andrew is a businessman, as is Jacob, Emma is a ballerina and Chris is a construction worker. I was French. I even had a beret and a baguette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was supposed to be some wacky attempt at album art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R6r6fxACX6I/AAAAAAAAABI/p0nP_YYZHoM/s1600-h/DSC02445a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R6r6fxACX6I/AAAAAAAAABI/p0nP_YYZHoM/s320/DSC02445a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164215346370076578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R6r6gRACX7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9iw63hj_GxA/s1600-h/DSC02446a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R6r6gRACX7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9iw63hj_GxA/s320/DSC02446a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164215354960011186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was at Brent's 21st last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R6r6nBACX8I/AAAAAAAAABY/xDkuqRd8Gdo/s1600-h/DSC02488a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R6r6nBACX8I/AAAAAAAAABY/xDkuqRd8Gdo/s320/DSC02488a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164215470924128194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denley is doing DIRTY things to this popped balloon. Poor balloon. Balloon is a funny word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R6r6nRACX9I/AAAAAAAAABg/e1S7qbQw-BI/s1600-h/DSC02494a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R6r6nRACX9I/AAAAAAAAABg/e1S7qbQw-BI/s320/DSC02494a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164215475219095506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R6r6ohACX-I/AAAAAAAAABo/ShxpCyiDj4w/s1600-h/DSC02496a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R6r6ohACX-I/AAAAAAAAABo/ShxpCyiDj4w/s320/DSC02496a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164215496693932002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R6r9lxACYBI/AAAAAAAAACA/umRffG-fXqE/s1600-h/DSC02497a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R6r9lxACYBI/AAAAAAAAACA/umRffG-fXqE/s320/DSC02497a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164218747984175122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3710548223433921518-4346456936707722964?l=labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/feeds/4346456936707722964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3710548223433921518&amp;postID=4346456936707722964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/4346456936707722964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3710548223433921518/posts/default/4346456936707722964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://labyrinthinehetaera.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-just-want-your-kiss-boy.html' title='I Just Want Your Kiss Boy'/><author><name>Caity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/4294727_7ecb508432_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VL0cL5sUou4/R6rwgRACX4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/zTsLVF33RPk/s72-c/tegan+y+sara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
