<?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-7987705</id><updated>2011-06-30T03:35:37.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meybe I will meybe I won't</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423619911723700007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987705.post-114360407192739121</id><published>2006-03-28T19:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T19:47:51.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok so Janey kindly reminded me that I hadn't bloged in ages and I thought that mabye I should. So a lot has happened since I last blogged, so where do I start?!?!?!?!?!?!?! Well school's been a bitch for the past couple of weeks, my theory is that the teachers really do want to make our lives hell by chucking like 500 assessments at us all at the same time. No joke, 8 assessments due all in the same week. There should never be more assessments than days in the week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Janey's sitting next to me and we're in  modern. EmShaz isn't here which is like sooooo sad! But we have Mrs Gray insteed which is ok. I just had maths and Jane and Clare managed to keep their mouths shut for the whole lesson and I really do think that it killed them! Mrs Gray scared the crap out of me though, I was trying to remember the formula for the surface area of a cylinder, which is two pie radius squared plus two pie radius times by height by the way, and she just started yelling at me! Anyway mabye she's had a bad day or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think that Katherine is the only one in the class doing work right now, everyone else is on their own or someone elses bolg. I love Miss Shanahan, she wrote on the sheet she left for us "There will not be any relevent information found on blogs belonging to anyone in the class, so stay away from them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH stupid people who can't get around the fact that there are differnent people in the world! And Casey just in case you were still wondering "How special is too special" the answer is there is no such thing as being too special. I am special and nothing any of you blood sucking, down right weirdos can change that! Je voudrais te tuer! Funny thiing is that I probaly spelt that wrong and Beth will be the only one that can understand it! It's a good thing though Beth, you must keep doing French with me in Yr 12 even if we fail! We're already on the way to having conversations that no one can understand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enough about all this crap, mabye I should start doing work now seeing as I just had parent/teacher evening and Miss Shanahan was really nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya later guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987705-114360407192739121?l=morto1234.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/feeds/114360407192739121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987705&amp;postID=114360407192739121' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/114360407192739121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/114360407192739121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/2006/03/ok-so-janey-kindly-reminded-me-that-i_28.html' title=''/><author><name>morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423619911723700007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987705.post-114360313847308410</id><published>2006-03-28T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T19:32:18.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok so Janey kindly reminded me that I hadn't bloged in ages and I thought that mabye I should.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987705-114360313847308410?l=morto1234.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/feeds/114360313847308410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987705&amp;postID=114360313847308410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/114360313847308410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/114360313847308410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/2006/03/ok-so-janey-kindly-reminded-me-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423619911723700007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987705.post-113374677395356225</id><published>2005-12-04T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T17:39:34.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unknown</title><content type='html'>When a friend's in pain what do you do?  Do you intervene and try and stop it, do you sit back and watch as they sort it out for themself (after all you can't always help), do you tell them it will be alright even if it wont, do you hold them when they cry, do you cry with them, do you cry without them?  What do you do when a friend dies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't cry, you can't sleep, you can't talk about it, you can't even breath! When the ringtone goes off and your mobile flashes and vibrates on the wodden surface, you look at the caller I.D and your heart skips a beat. Press the green button and place the phone to your ear, you dont say anything and neither do they, it's an unspoken understanding of what's to come. You think about the stupid things that are no longer, the personal jokes no one else will understand and you can't txt them and tell them to listen to that song that reminds you of that time!!!!! Someone explain what's the right way to handle the loss of someone, truth is there is no right way - never has been and never will be!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to watch someone die but it's even harder to see the people left behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987705-113374677395356225?l=morto1234.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/feeds/113374677395356225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987705&amp;postID=113374677395356225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/113374677395356225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/113374677395356225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/2005/12/unknown.html' title='Unknown'/><author><name>morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423619911723700007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987705.post-113347765165528040</id><published>2005-12-01T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T14:54:11.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays await</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that we only have two days of school left! Ok do we have final numbers for Monday?!?!?!?! Everyone who dosen't speak to me before I've decided on Manly it's just going to be easier and I can't be bothered waiting for everyone to give me where they want to go! So if you don't like sorry but too bad!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all you guys that are going away and leaving us for Christmas and won't be in any state for New Year, we're really going to miss you! I hope you guys have a great time over there and that you have a great Christmas away. Anyhoo I'm in Bio at the moment and Mrs Hallett is on the prowl so I better act like I'm doing work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya guys later love Jess xoxoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987705-113347765165528040?l=morto1234.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/feeds/113347765165528040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987705&amp;postID=113347765165528040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/113347765165528040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/113347765165528040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/2005/12/holidays-await.html' title='Holidays await'/><author><name>morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423619911723700007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987705.post-113248075550906214</id><published>2005-11-20T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T17:28:33.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who to trust?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>Do you ever have one of those days where everything is going just right for you, nothing has gone wrong all day and then out of the blue something is said or done and it hits you straight in the face. It's not even like someone ment to say something that hurts, it just happens, it's ment to be a joke or something but it has a whole other meening to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sit there and think about it, probaly more than you should be, after all it was just a joke right?!?!?!?!?! You see them walk up to you and tell you what you've lost, the friend you never thought you'd find is gone and she isn't coming back. You think the most selfish thought you could ever think - "Fuck I wish I had of gone rather than her", she'd hate you for saying it but how can you not? She said she'd be ok and that it didn't really matter, you know "whatever!" Does she know what she'd leave behind, an empty friend who would cry herself to sleep if ever asked to face the world without her. Don't change for me and don't think that I'm asking you to, I can't do that, change for you and no one else - you're the one who matters, you're the one who is there all the time not me or him or anyone else just you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you really put so much in one person? Will they get bored with it all being so serious? Will you become one of those people who can't have fun, you just spend all your time worrying - shit I hope not! Where do you draw the line between just saying "Screw it, we're all just having fun" and "This isn't fun, this is dangerous." How are you ment to draw the line between trusting someone and letting them in but keeping yourself safe from halm at the same time, after all as soon as you feel for them, even just a little bit, then you've given them the power to hurt you ten times more than you ever though possiable. Mabye we'd all just be better off if we stayed within ourselves, trusted no one but oursleves and focused all our energy loving ourself and not others, yeah it could sound selfish but hey do you think people who hurt others are really truly happy within themselves? I don't know, I sure don't have all the answers. All I know is life has to be great for you before you can make sure it's great for others, it's up to you if you really make it great for you for the sake of others or if you just say it's great for others - that's the individuals preprogative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the words of a great friend "Whatever" it never really mattered!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987705-113248075550906214?l=morto1234.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/feeds/113248075550906214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987705&amp;postID=113248075550906214' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/113248075550906214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/113248075550906214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/2005/11/who-to-trust.html' title='Who to trust?!?!?!'/><author><name>morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423619911723700007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987705.post-113205595169212841</id><published>2005-11-15T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T03:59:11.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of Duke of Ed</title><content type='html'>Thank god I got back this time without getting lost and having to camp under massive trees in gale force winds! This weekend was a bit more civilized. After a rather long bus trip up past winsor singing 80's songs at the top of our lungs we finialy got to the Murray River. We kind of stuffed up while going down the river when we realised that none of us had a map out or even knew where our camp site was but we got there alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First night was a good camping night, we even had flushing toilets - OMG! There were sooo many whennobegaos (If that's how you spell it) in the camp site, they were having some kind of meeting so we ended up pitching tent on the golf course and almost got hit on the head by a large amount of middle aged know - it - alls who couldn't hit a golf ball to save their live! As we were heading off to bed some guys in the caravan park decided to turn up their poor taste in music up rather loud making it rather hard to get a good nights sleep. This horriable music would normally be casue of some amusment but not when you know you're up at 5.30 the next morning and rowing 26km to your next campsite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even going to go into detail about the Saturday, it was sooo boring sitting in that boat all day doing the same old thing from 6.45 am until 5 pm. Lets just say we were all rather happy when we got to the end and were then told our walk for the next day was going to be easier than first expected due to the hot weather - thank god for global warming - only kidding. We slept in a field full of cows and this time there were no flushing toliets,  just drop ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 of Duke of Ed. You know how you get those stupid mind games you get given in things like team building programs where they're like ok you have 4 boats and you need to get this many packs and people to the other side of the river in as little time as possiable and only have one boat on the other side by the end, and eveyones always saying when the hell will we need to do this?!?!?!?! Well that's what we spent the first hour of our sunday morning doing, it all resulted in me standing in cow shit infested water for a good 45mins thought which wasn't the best start to the day but hey I'll live! Then the walk turned out even easier than we thought even after rodoing our route plan for the day. All we had to do was cross the river, walk a km and then go up to the top of a knoll which was only 60m high. You wouldn't think you could pass your silver D of E with that could you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it was a great weekend away and even though&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I got a bit sunburnt and a little over tired from the mixture of drunk guys on the first night, the huge row the next day and the cows on the second night it was well worth it. I really do encourage anyone who's thinking about doing D of E to do it, it's really fun and it looks soooo good on your C.V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya later guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Jess xoxoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987705-113205595169212841?l=morto1234.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/feeds/113205595169212841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987705&amp;postID=113205595169212841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/113205595169212841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/113205595169212841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/2005/11/adventures-of-duke-of-ed.html' title='The Adventures of Duke of Ed'/><author><name>morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423619911723700007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987705.post-113153689646087016</id><published>2005-11-09T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T03:48:16.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Day</title><content type='html'>So my day was pretty damn good! Such a bludge, we had to watch "Room with a View" for the first 2 periods which was full of crazy naken men showing all for the camera (no I'm seirous, it's really quite scary)! Then after that we had to sit this stupid IPT S.C exam which we had 1 1/4 hrs to do it in and most people only took 30mins and then proceded to play on the computer. I managed to find my friends livejournal after about 40mins of looking around and even sigining up to see if I could find the bloody thing! Quite an interesting journal Amelia by the way; love your picture, it really suits you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all got out of the exam without dying of bordom and had to go off to a D of E meeting! That was fun - not really! We're leaving on friday - I can't wait to just finish it and get everything signed off once and for all.  Last 2 periods was filled with communication skills AKA Peer Surport! I have to admit it was kind of fun to be able to relax and play stupid little games that are designed to increasse you ability to work with others. Sounds lame I know but when you've 2 yrs from finishing school these brakes in day to day routine become quite novel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just to finich off the day I went and did one of the few things in life that can really ease my mind - went rowing! However it didn't go to plan. You see my whole idea today was that going down to the shed was going to top off a generally good day, I ended up almost snapping my effing thumb off instead! Oh well shit happens what are you gonna do?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well before I bore you any more with my day and all the wonderful things that seem to be happening to me at the moment I'll say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya guys later Love ya loads Jess xoxoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987705-113153689646087016?l=morto1234.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/feeds/113153689646087016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987705&amp;postID=113153689646087016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/113153689646087016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/113153689646087016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/2005/11/random-day.html' title='Random Day'/><author><name>morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423619911723700007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987705.post-113136224862387007</id><published>2005-11-07T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T03:17:28.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impact</title><content type='html'>Mel, Beth, Casey and Gem I'm so proud of you guys - you did so well on saturday night! Mel always so worried that you're not doing enough to help others, you did your fair share on staurday and just through doing that you did make the world a better place to be in for me and for many others! I'm really glad you guys seem to be having so much fun getting involved in all the various different things the church put on for you, i wasn't lying when i said i was proud of you. I really lucky to have you guys as friends and I love you all soooooo much and that goes out to Jules, Jacki, Han, Sar, Bubs, Lozza, Kiera, Ceinwen and everyone else who makes my world a better place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this isn't much of a blog but I just wanted to let you guys know that you meen the world to me and I love you all more than you can know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of love Jess xoxoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987705-113136224862387007?l=morto1234.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/feeds/113136224862387007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987705&amp;postID=113136224862387007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/113136224862387007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/113136224862387007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/2005/11/impact.html' title='Impact'/><author><name>morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423619911723700007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987705.post-113082552174341569</id><published>2005-10-31T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T23:32:24.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay, yr 10 is coming to an end. We have like four parties a day now coz all the teachers are so happy that they're getting rid of us they wanna dance!!!!!!!!!!!! We have so much work we need to do before the formal though, I reckon the girls on the committee are more worried about that than the S.C. I tell you what if I have to go all the way out to THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE on the day I'll be really pissed off. It's gonna be a good night though as long as people stop complaining about some of the stuf that's gonna happen on the night and just enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janey had a massive breakdown today, the hair pulling out and spit coming out of the mouth kind of breakdown - really quiet scary. Oh and wasn't it her I found lying on the grass before we we're ment ot go to assembly, don't worry Janey most people whould like to do that rather than go and listen to some of that stuff, but still lying on the ground groaning something incoherent isn't really mediocre at my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing the mood here a bit, but hey. Some people in this world really do need to get a hobby, one that dosen't include being a total bitch to people! No direct comment about anyone if my life at the moment for those of you who may be taking this the wrong way. You hear stories about people who do all this terriable stuff - Rwandan genocide, Sudan at the moment all this other topical stuff and you start to think. How did people change from people who were probaly just like you and I sitgting at school learning about all this stuff that's happend and condoning it only to turn around 20yrs later or so and do it themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that was just my refelction for the day and I won't bore you with it any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya guys later,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Jess xoxoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987705-113082552174341569?l=morto1234.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/feeds/113082552174341569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987705&amp;postID=113082552174341569' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/113082552174341569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/113082552174341569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/2005/10/yay-yr-10-is-coming-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423619911723700007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987705.post-113038071298481028</id><published>2005-10-26T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T19:38:33.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kath and Kim</title><content type='html'>I think the majority of my blogs have been written at school and in class whilst I'm ment to be doing work but ohhh well. It's only a month or so until we finish this year! Plus we may as well make the most of it while we can seeing as we're going into the last two years of school and it's only going to get worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janey this ones for you, I've been looking on the net for a while now and Kath and Kim have some kind of special showing on the 27th of November at 7.30 and it goes for 1.5hrs. So we have to watch it and talk about in in Civics and hope that "Mittens" dosen't get to pissed off. Speeking of which she was in a really good mood yesterday - I thought the shit was going to hit the fan when we walked in late yesterday, but no she didn't even give us an evil glare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the bells about to go and can't wait to get out of this class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya later guys&lt;br /&gt;Love Jess xoxoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987705-113038071298481028?l=morto1234.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/feeds/113038071298481028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987705&amp;postID=113038071298481028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/113038071298481028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/113038071298481028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/2005/10/kath-and-kim.html' title='Kath and Kim'/><author><name>morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423619911723700007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987705.post-113019563231784233</id><published>2005-10-24T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T16:13:52.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Sux</title><content type='html'>I haven't bloged for ages, it's been like almost 9 months now. Ohh I'm sitting in first period and this really sux! So much for "it's getting serious now girls, you're going into Yr11 and you're all really going to have to start taking things seriously", it's hard to take things seriously when most of our teachers don't even give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Jacki, we'll get you help when we can afford it!!!!! Those who don't know Jacki she's a crazy BIATCH and Julia sitting to Jacki's left is the complete oppisite and is the anal princess. Julia says "I feel soo violated being talked about like this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo don't have much more to say at the moment as you can see I've already resorted to talking about Julia and Jacki in our History class so I better go and actually do some work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya later xoxoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987705-113019563231784233?l=morto1234.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/feeds/113019563231784233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987705&amp;postID=113019563231784233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/113019563231784233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/113019563231784233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/2005/10/school-sux.html' title='School Sux'/><author><name>morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423619911723700007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987705.post-110707449791804384</id><published>2005-01-30T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T00:41:37.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>Ohhhhh, pain of death we have to go back 2moz!!!!! I'm sooo looking forward to seeing all my mates again but I'm not looking forward to getting up early and doing work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting really used to getting up at like 9:30 - 10. Not to mention I don't think I've picked up a pen for like at least 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo I have to go and watch Lleyton Hewitt in the Final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya 2moz guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv ya loads Jess xoxoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987705-110707449791804384?l=morto1234.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/feeds/110707449791804384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987705&amp;postID=110707449791804384' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/110707449791804384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/110707449791804384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/2005/01/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423619911723700007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987705.post-110573539790885653</id><published>2005-01-14T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T12:43:17.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>Well as you can tell by the heading I'm back from the U.K! The flight home was..... well it was shit! It took Dad and I about 30hrs to get back which is hell seeing as I only got about 3hrs sleep the whole way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo on a happier note all us girls from school have to catch up and stuff, we should go to the beach on day. I have to be at Rowing camp for the next week and we finnish on the 21st and then we have a whole week we can do stuff in.  So if you like the sound of all that ring mu mobile or txt me so can figure something out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll speak to ya'll l8er, luv ya loads guys Jess xoxoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987705-110573539790885653?l=morto1234.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/feeds/110573539790885653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987705&amp;postID=110573539790885653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/110573539790885653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/110573539790885653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423619911723700007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987705.post-109782642733055198</id><published>2004-10-15T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T00:47:07.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Day</title><content type='html'>Well I must say my day has been rather funny! I was up quiet early to get to training this morning at school and we had a fitnees section with a girl Bates knows and she's good with all the Yoga stuff. So what I would like you all to do is imagin the whole senior and intermediate squad on the tennis courts early in the morning lying on our tummies and doing the seal possion with our heads bent backwards. Not to mention the possion where we all had our arses high in the air pointing into the small music rooms next to the courts, a poor little girl playing the piano had to put up with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day went normally a few laughs a lesson, Science first was funny, I did like NO study in the time we had, lol I'm soooooo going to fail Science. However things started to get very funny at lunch when Beth, Casey, Han, Annie and myself found it ohh so amusing to be lifting eachother skirts in the air. For some reason Beth was chasing me around the school and when I came back into the yr 9 locker room she was plotting with Han, Casey and Annie the wonderful flash they had in mind for me, when Beth turned around and saw we standing there she started screaming and just as she did Annie pulled Casey's dress up and we saw all including her skin coloured undies! Now for a second we all thought she wasn't wearing anything and this urged Beth to scream even louder, we all ended up pissing ourselves on the locker room floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was recus with Litchy. We wasted time putting things out for gym and into the store room. Annie and I had to carry all this stuff down to the store room and I got locked inside while Annie was laughing her head off outside, I got out in the end and two seconds later Annie stacked it on a piece of carpet and got carpet burn ( ohhh that was very funny). Then we acually went to recus only to have Beth make some rediculous accusations about me having a relationship with a member of staff, she then proceeded to patronise me about it resulting in me attempting to pick her up and then I wacked my head against the wall and I tell you it hurt like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was my funny day today, and untill later, look after yourself. Love Jess xoxoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987705-109782642733055198?l=morto1234.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/feeds/109782642733055198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987705&amp;postID=109782642733055198' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/109782642733055198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/109782642733055198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/2004/10/funny-day.html' title='Funny Day'/><author><name>morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423619911723700007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987705.post-109698575887881928</id><published>2004-10-05T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T07:15:58.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach, Sun and Surf what more could a girl want?</title><content type='html'>Ohhh I have no idea why I'm blogging so late at night, it's like 12 o'clock!!! I just can't sleep so I thought it a perfect time to call my cousin seeing as it's the middle of the day in the U.K about now, however there was one problem, her number is in my old sim card and it's been blocked so I have no means of calling her seeing as she never seems to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I was stitting in my room thinking about what the hell I was going to do with this extra time of the day, it dawned on me that I hadn't bloged in ages, so here I am! Now the question is what am I going to say now that I've told you why I'm blogging in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh ok I know what to say, I went to the beach today with a group of my mates from school, and yes Beth I did actually tan, Loz and I had to take the bus from St Leonards to Manly and half way there the driver said we had to go to the Deport coz there was something wrong with the bus! We later found out that the only problem was that he was to big for the drivers seat and we had to get well lets just say a lighter female driver insteed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there everyone was on the beach and ready for a good long day in the sun, we talked, went for a swim and took AGES to get some god dam chips from the fish and chips shop, no joke it took about 25mins to get them and they were already cooked!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We have decided that it should be a group thing to go to the beach every weekend (when we can convince our parents), it was a good idea but I doubt my mum will be to into the idea myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Jules and I are jamming at my house and going to see if we can get this song down and mabye start another one. We have made it official that we are now called "______________" Ohhh crap I don't know how to spell it, the computer screen is making me tired and I can't be bothered to look the word up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I best be off before I fall asleep and start drulling all over the keyboard! Untill next time, see ya later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Jess xoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987705-109698575887881928?l=morto1234.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/feeds/109698575887881928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987705&amp;postID=109698575887881928' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/109698575887881928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/109698575887881928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/2004/10/beach-sun-and-surf-what-more-could.html' title='Beach, Sun and Surf what more could a girl want?'/><author><name>morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423619911723700007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987705.post-109567784198073496</id><published>2004-09-20T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T03:57:21.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Why don't we play fotty with my water bottle anymore? Why don't we aimlessly chase eachother around the school? Why don't we think of new inventive ways of putting white out on teachers arses?  Why don't you make me laugh anymore? Why don't I want to get up every morning for my friends anymore? Why do I sit down to eat lunch only to hear about boys and formals? Why are we fighting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we proving to everyone that friendships like these are shaping up to be never last? Why are we making yr 9 so hard? Why are we backstabbing? Why are we acting like american sopes - ohhh my god she said that about me, that Bitch! Why are we no longer close? Why can't I tell you how unhappy I am? Why won't you listen to yourselves? &lt;strong&gt;Why did we change?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't have the answers for any of these questions so if you guys could shed some light on them for me please go ahead! Please guys stop fighting, coz I can deal with a lot of pain but not the kind I get watching my group of mates fall apart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987705-109567784198073496?l=morto1234.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/feeds/109567784198073496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987705&amp;postID=109567784198073496' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/109567784198073496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/109567784198073496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/2004/09/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423619911723700007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987705.post-109507058611513352</id><published>2004-09-13T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T03:16:26.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Forever</title><content type='html'>School was really good today, espically Lunch! I haven't laughed that hard in a long time, Thanks guys you really know how to make me feel better about myself! Jacki, Ceinwen, Loz, Beth and I were having a random talk about "Stuff" (as Beth would say). I can't say how much I love my friends, they have this really funny way of making everything seem ok. So this blog is for them, my mates, the ones I couldn't live without! Jules, Gem, Beth, Loz, Jacki, Bubbe, Ceinwen, Krob, Kc, LA, Han, Sarah and Mel Thanks so much for being my friends and I hope that we'll always be mates forever and be sitting on a balcony on a huge swinging chair in 60 yrs from now talking about our grandchildren or sumthing oldish like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you loads Jess xoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987705-109507058611513352?l=morto1234.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/feeds/109507058611513352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987705&amp;postID=109507058611513352' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/109507058611513352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/109507058611513352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/2004/09/friends-forever.html' title='Friends Forever'/><author><name>morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423619911723700007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987705.post-109469600967304134</id><published>2004-09-08T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T19:13:29.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack and Jill got caught by Jess</title><content type='html'>Ok So here I am again in IT and the teacher hasn't showen up AGAIN! Ok So I have no idea what to blog about! So for all of you people out there who don't know about Jack I'll tell you because I'm sick and tired of explaining it over and over at school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met him on Wednesday morning after seeing him getting with a random girl on Tuesday afternoon while shopping with my mum. He called me on Tuesday night coz he didn't know I'd seen him and he was acting like everthing was ok which really pissed me off! Anyhoo so I met him on Wed and told him that I saw him with that girl and he said "Ohhhh" looking a bit put out but that didn't last very long, before I knew it he was telling me how he only got with me coz he thought I'd be easy to get into bed and how now that I told him (on Monday night) that I didn't want to do anything like that i the near future he was not interested in me one little bit. He said and I quote "I'll get with a better looking girl that'll give me what I want". I was sooooo close to hitting him but I thought that mabye he wasn't even worth the brussing on my knuckles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway there it is all you people who had no idea about it.  Anyhoo that's roseville's drama for the week. Untill next time Cya later Jess xoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987705-109469600967304134?l=morto1234.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/feeds/109469600967304134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987705&amp;postID=109469600967304134' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/109469600967304134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/109469600967304134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/2004/09/jack-and-jill-got-caught-by-jess.html' title='Jack and Jill got caught by Jess'/><author><name>morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423619911723700007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987705.post-109381834678074555</id><published>2004-08-30T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T15:25:46.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skiing, Snowboarding and Slipping</title><content type='html'>OMG! I came back after getting my crack flashed at Mt Crack 'n' Back (Not really) but I did have a massive stack down Crack 'n' Back i mean who calls a mountain after their ass! I mean how dumb! Like mount tit 'n' bits or mount dick 'n' lick! I mean how sexual do you  wanna be? Common! Stupid!&lt;br /&gt;I felt like Houdini on the slopes i flipped  my legs over my body and rolled like a meatball down the mountain! And the ski instructor came up to me and said "are you ok" and i was seeing stars at this point and in a dilusional way i'm like "i'm ok"&lt;br /&gt;My mum was sking like an old granny down the slopes ( she tries her best, better than some other mums up there) and this freako terets guy decided to use her as target practise and bowled her over and she too went rolling like a cabbage down the mountain! I  must admit it's not the most enjoyable experience have snow down your pants and it got to the point where we all just thought it was best if we just came home!&lt;br /&gt;And we all came home with bruises big enough to cover mt crack 'n' back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Morto xoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987705-109381834678074555?l=morto1234.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/feeds/109381834678074555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987705&amp;postID=109381834678074555' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/109381834678074555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/109381834678074555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/2004/08/skiing-snowboarding-and-slipping.html' title='Skiing, Snowboarding and Slipping'/><author><name>morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423619911723700007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987705.post-109341950033371830</id><published>2004-08-25T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T00:38:20.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm currently sitting in my room trying to get my Civics essay done but if I'm to be honest I'm finding it sooooo much easier just to blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an OK day at school today but noting special, I had C.S 5th period so that always brings me right done. I don't know why Roseville insists on making God soooo damn boring! Mrs Smart played us this song today about the returning son or something and it went for about 10 mins, No joke it was so long and slow and BORING! It was so fun in Science though in 3rd period, we got to make our own fossils and I ended up with most of the plaster all over me, but it was still good fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't really have the time to tell you all about me day coz I have an unbelievable amount of homework and I don't want to be doing it at 12 tonight so I'll catch you guys later. Jess xoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987705-109341950033371830?l=morto1234.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/feeds/109341950033371830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987705&amp;postID=109341950033371830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/109341950033371830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/109341950033371830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/2004/08/im-currently-sitting-in-my-room-trying.html' title=''/><author><name>morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423619911723700007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987705.post-109317266277825556</id><published>2004-08-22T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T04:04:22.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bates Mates and Big Bad Bazza</title><content type='html'>Went Rowing yesterday and today (yes with Bates to all those sick minded children out there), I got into a 4 yesterday and it was the first long session I had in a sweep oar boat and I'm VERY sore! Bates alrady has us doing long warm ups before we get out, 3 sets of 20 random stomach exercises which involves a very uncomfortable movement of the butt, then we have to strecth ourselves till we're almost two feet taller than normal and then we have to do it all over again 5 times! When we finally manage to get out on the water we have some pig headed immature brates of about 18 speed past us in their boat leaving us an unbelievable &lt;strong&gt;HUGE &lt;/strong&gt;wave to hit the stroke side of the boat only to send me and my doubles partner into the drink right infront of the Riverview 8! I can't begin to tell you how hard they we were laughing, it was one of those moments you get in life we're you honestly want to die there and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note however I went to the AFL on Saturday night with Jules and a old mate from Greenwich, Maddy. It was good to see Maddy again, I've only seen her once for a couple on mins since I left Greenwich. The swans were playing the bombers and the mighty men in red and white (Sydney Swans for those of you who don't follow the AFL) won by 20 points! &lt;strong&gt;GO THE SWANS. &lt;/strong&gt;Barry Hall played SOOOOO well, he kept getting the most amazzing marks and putting them through the goals from more then 50m away and at these random angles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh well that's about all I can be bothered to blog about at the moment. Untill later, CYA xoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987705-109317266277825556?l=morto1234.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/feeds/109317266277825556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987705&amp;postID=109317266277825556' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/109317266277825556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/109317266277825556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/2004/08/bates-mates-and-big-bad-bazza.html' title='Bates Mates and Big Bad Bazza'/><author><name>morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423619911723700007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987705.post-109291215448867958</id><published>2004-08-19T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T03:42:34.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No I'm not fine, Yes I have been acting weired, No I dont want to talk about it - Why? Because I'm not into the whole &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"a problem shared is a problem halved"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; it's just putting all your shit on the people around you, Yes my friends are one of the most important parts in my life and I couldn't live without them, No it does hurt when you hit me even if I say it dosen't, Yes I want to get away and be someone very different but I can't, I'm stuck like this and I hate it!!!!! Stop telling me to be someone I'm not and stop treating me like I can't string two words together. Stop acting as if I'm a god damn rock that'll never break, coz you have no idea, I haven't told you half of what happend even if you think you've know me for years you only know the parts I want you to know. So there it is, the past month in a week and I don't want to hear anymore about it coz I'll put on a smile and act happy and you'll never know the difference!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987705-109291215448867958?l=morto1234.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/feeds/109291215448867958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987705&amp;postID=109291215448867958' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/109291215448867958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/109291215448867958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/2004/08/no-im-not-fine-yes-i-have-been-acting.html' title=''/><author><name>morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423619911723700007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987705.post-109291238338957067</id><published>2004-08-19T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T03:46:23.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No I'm not ok, Yes I have been acting weird, No I dont want to talk about it - Why? Because I'm not into the whole &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" A problem shared is a problem halved" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;because it's just putting your shit on all the people around you, Yes my friends are one of the most important parts in my life, No it does hurt when you hit me even if I say it dosen't,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987705-109291238338957067?l=morto1234.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/feeds/109291238338957067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987705&amp;postID=109291238338957067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/109291238338957067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/109291238338957067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/2004/08/no-im-not-ok-yes-i-have-been-acting.html' title=''/><author><name>morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423619911723700007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987705.post-109286780723894027</id><published>2004-08-18T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T15:23:27.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marie Lloyd</title><content type='html'>I hate Marie Lloyd! She's some random chick from Victorian England who was well known for her saucy winks, and I've had to  do a god damn powerpoint on her for the past week! I'm in the library at the moment making finnishing touches or should I say Jules is making finnishing touches on it and dosen't seem to want anyone to go near the computer. When ever anyone attempts she growls like a lion and makes threats to bite your hand off. Well I better be off seeing as the bell just went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987705-109286780723894027?l=morto1234.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/feeds/109286780723894027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987705&amp;postID=109286780723894027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/109286780723894027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/109286780723894027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/2004/08/marie-lloyd.html' title='Marie Lloyd'/><author><name>morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423619911723700007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987705.post-109278729412806560</id><published>2004-08-17T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T17:01:34.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First timer</title><content type='html'>Due to popular demand I have signed up for a blog! I've spent the whole year trying to resist peer pressure but have finally given in! I'm in Science at the moment and I should really be look up "fun" science sites but I can't really be bothered. However Clare has just found a game where you fart on rats to kill them, so I might see what all that's about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987705-109278729412806560?l=morto1234.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/feeds/109278729412806560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987705&amp;postID=109278729412806560' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/109278729412806560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987705/posts/default/109278729412806560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morto1234.blogspot.com/2004/08/first-timer.html' title='First timer'/><author><name>morto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423619911723700007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
