<?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-4019025751017126651</id><updated>2011-07-31T05:59:41.686+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A Waste Of Time.</title><subtitle type='html'>Story of my life, honestly.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-1781824062011357799</id><published>2011-05-15T10:23:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T10:26:16.622+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohai.</title><content type='html'>Welp, this is awkward. When was the last time I posted? A freaking long time ago. &lt;br /&gt;Ummm... yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a bit addicted to Tumblr and YouTube and Facebook so I've been neglecting you, Blogger. I'm sorry. &lt;br /&gt;There are just too many things going on in my life, and I'm not completely okay with putting any of them on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all getting a bit hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachael.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-1781824062011357799?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1781824062011357799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=1781824062011357799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/1781824062011357799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/1781824062011357799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2011/05/ohai.html' title='Ohai.'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-3052826018461572677</id><published>2010-07-05T14:32:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T14:39:40.857+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sofa king bored.</title><content type='html'>Lol. Sofa king. Geddit? *nudges with elbow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayss, I'm on my second week on mid year holidays. :/ I'm meant to be doing a project on Mt Everest atm, but I cbf. Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I read on Mike's blog that she thought I thought the word "suck" because I'm a mod on BTT. xD I found (and still find, I'm laughign about it now) this quite funny. Let me clarify, I do as a matter of fact swear. Believe it or not, I'm not a goody two shoes. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing along to the song 'Fuck You' by Lily Allen for God's sake. xD&lt;br /&gt;Oohh, shocked y'all there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously guys, I'm a 13 (almost-ish 14. :D) year old girl from AUSTRALIA. If Australians aren't a fricking swearing stereotype, then sheesh. What (or who? o.O) is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm babysitting my little brother atm. He's like 10 though, so idk. He's playing the Wii. Lego Star Wars or some shit. :P He was technically supposed to stop playing like, 10 minutes ago, but oh well. I'm happy sitting at my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yerp, this is how "StikChick" really is. Lawel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachyy xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-3052826018461572677?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3052826018461572677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=3052826018461572677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/3052826018461572677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/3052826018461572677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2010/07/sofa-king-bored.html' title='Sofa king bored.'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-3242877473952832834</id><published>2010-06-18T16:51:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T16:53:12.152+10:00</updated><title type='text'>ILOVEYOUCARLIETUDDENHAM!</title><content type='html'>Even though you reading my blog was most likely a one-off, ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finish 1st semester next Friday, YAY! Only one more week of boringness!&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully Carlie will sleep over on the first Monday! Yay! &lt;br /&gt;And I have a scout sleepover next Friday night! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah now I got nothing. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachaell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-3242877473952832834?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3242877473952832834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=3242877473952832834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/3242877473952832834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/3242877473952832834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2010/06/iloveyoucarlietuddenham.html' title='ILOVEYOUCARLIETUDDENHAM!'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-5037733176058895299</id><published>2010-06-14T19:15:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T19:27:28.224+10:00</updated><title type='text'>ILOVEYOUJAMIESEBASTIAN!</title><content type='html'>See Jamierama? I told you I would. :D Love youu! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gives You Hell ~ The All-American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had to clean my desk and my room. Fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end. I have nothing to say now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-5037733176058895299?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5037733176058895299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=5037733176058895299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/5037733176058895299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/5037733176058895299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2010/06/iloveyoujamiesebastian.html' title='ILOVEYOUJAMIESEBASTIAN!'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-4905329171099873736</id><published>2010-06-13T20:24:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T20:35:53.654+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I vent to ze futboll.</title><content type='html'>If you are mentally challenged in the imagination department, my title says "I went to the football.".&lt;br /&gt;Just incase, well y'know, you're an idiot. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit Me With A Text ~ Jason Derulo feat. Mann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeaahhh, I went to the footy with Andrew today, Lions vs. Bulldogs. I thought the Lions might have a tiny little chance because they had Fev, but nuh.&lt;br /&gt;The Dogs crushed themmm, lol. Barry hall kicked like, 9 goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If We Ever Meet Again ~ Timbaland feat Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S'yeahh.... Fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what to type now. Greeeeaaaatttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So um, yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachaelll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-4905329171099873736?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4905329171099873736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=4905329171099873736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/4905329171099873736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/4905329171099873736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-vent-to-ze-futboll.html' title='I vent to ze futboll.'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-5974497955403143534</id><published>2010-06-11T20:02:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T20:13:14.030+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm riding solo, I'm riding solo, solooooo</title><content type='html'>♥ Jason Derulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Queen! LOL jk thanks for the day off!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I saw a page with that naem on Facebook and it made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll start doing the thing where you write down the songs your listening to while your blogging again. I love my music. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anywaysssss;; I've almost finished my first semester of year 8. Isn't that exciting? Haha, it isn't really, but I'm just glad the year's half over (almost). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We No Speak Americano ~ Yolanda Be Cool &amp; Dcup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new phone on Monday. My dad got angry at me and threw my other phone at the floor (tiles, jsyk) and it broke into four pieces. Yaayyyyy, new phone! With 4GB of memory ;D!! My last phone couldn't take a memory card, so I had like 30MG. :| But now it's all good, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm sleeping over at Andrew's house! I haven't slept over at his house in forver and a day, honestly. Last time I went over it was just for the afternooooonnnn, but he slept over at my house on Australia Day weekend. :D Or whatever day of the week it actually was. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG ~ Usher feat. Will.I.Am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need ot go watch Glee, so I can watch NCIS after itt. Well I dont necissarily &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; to, but I really &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; want to. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, Imma go do that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And btw;; Ellie and Laura are babennn! Haha, love you two. :3 Americans and crazy Brits FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachyy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-5974497955403143534?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5974497955403143534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=5974497955403143534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/5974497955403143534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/5974497955403143534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-riding-solo-im-riding-solo-solooooo.html' title='I&apos;m riding solo, I&apos;m riding solo, solooooo'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-4663660767110162070</id><published>2010-04-10T20:56:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T21:14:14.289+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Map Of the Problematique!</title><content type='html'>Do I know what my title means? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just love the song and that's what I'm listening to. ^-^ (It's by Muse &lt;33)&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYSSSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex dumped a couple of weeks ago. I hate him.&lt;br /&gt;I went on my scout camp over easter, my patrol got a silver award. (169 points.)&lt;br /&gt;Carlie slept over.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; on holidays for the past two weeks, I go back on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;I have a project due Tuesday which I am nowhere near finishing.&lt;br /&gt;I added a YouTube widget to the side of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;I got a new pencilcase. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;That's all I got. My stupid uninteresting life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachyy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-4663660767110162070?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4663660767110162070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=4663660767110162070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/4663660767110162070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/4663660767110162070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/map-of-problematique.html' title='Map Of the Problematique!'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-7991933416264163020</id><published>2010-04-10T20:46:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T20:49:09.202+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Thingo I found on May's blog so I decided to do it. :D</title><content type='html'>A&lt;br /&gt;[] Achluophobia - Fear of darkness.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Acrophobia - Fear of heights.&lt;br /&gt;[] Agliophobia - Fear of pain.&lt;br /&gt;[] Agoraphobia - Fear of open spaces or crowds.&lt;br /&gt;[] Aichmophobia - Fear of needles or pointed objects.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Amaxophobia - Fear of riding in a car.&lt;br /&gt;[] Androphobia - Fear of men.&lt;br /&gt;[] Anginophobia - Fear of angina or choking.&lt;br /&gt;[] Anthrophobia - Fear of flowers.&lt;br /&gt;[] Anthropophobia - Fear of people or society.&lt;br /&gt;[] Aphenphosmphobia - Fear of being touched.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Arachnophobia - Fear of spiders. &lt;br /&gt;[] Arithmophobia - Fear of numbers.&lt;br /&gt;[] Astraphobia - Fear of thunder and lightning.&lt;br /&gt;[] Ataxophobia - Fear of disorder or untidiness.&lt;br /&gt;[] Atelophobia - Fear of imperfection.&lt;br /&gt;[] Atychiphobia - Fear of failure.&lt;br /&gt;[] Aulophobia - Fear of flutes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Autophobia - Fear of being alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;[] Bacteriophobia - Fear of bacteria.&lt;br /&gt;[] Barophobia - Fear of gravity.&lt;br /&gt;[] Bathmophobia - Fear of stairs or steep.&lt;br /&gt;[] Batrachophobia - Fear of amphibians.&lt;br /&gt;[] Bibliophobia - Fear of books.&lt;br /&gt;[] Botanophobia - Fear of plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;[] Cacophobia - Fear of ugliness.&lt;br /&gt;[] Catoptrophobia - Fear of mirrors.&lt;br /&gt;[] Chionophobia - Fear of snow.&lt;br /&gt;[] Chromophobia - Fear of colors.&lt;br /&gt;[] Chronomentrophobia - Fear of clocks.&lt;br /&gt;[] Claustrophobia - Fear of confined spaces.&lt;br /&gt;[] Coulrophobia - Fear of clowns.&lt;br /&gt;[] Cyberphobia - Fear of computers.&lt;br /&gt;[] Cynophobia - Fear of dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;[] Dendrophobia - Fear of trees.&lt;br /&gt;[] Dentophobia - Fear of dentists.&lt;br /&gt;[] Domatophobia - Fear of houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;[] Ecophobia - Fear of the home.&lt;br /&gt;[] Elurophobia - Fear of cats.&lt;br /&gt;[] Ephebiphobia - Fear of teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;[] Equinophobia - Fear of horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;[] Gophobia - Fear of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;[] Genuphobia - Fear of knees.&lt;br /&gt;[] Globophobia - Fear of balloons.&lt;br /&gt;[] Glossophobia - Fear of speaking in public. &lt;br /&gt;[] Gynophobia - Fear of women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;br /&gt;[] Heliophobia - Fear of the sun.&lt;br /&gt;[] Hemophobia - Fear of blood.&lt;br /&gt;[] Herpetophobia - Fear of reptiles.&lt;br /&gt;[] Hydrophobia - Fear of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;[] Itrophobia - Fear of doctors.&lt;br /&gt;[] Insectophobia - Fear of insects.&lt;br /&gt;[] Ichithyophobia - Fear of fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;br /&gt;[] Koinoniphobia - Fear of rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;[] Lekophobia - Fear of the color white.&lt;br /&gt;[] Lilapsophobia - Fear of tornadoes and hurricanes.&lt;br /&gt;[] Lockiophobia - Fear of childbirth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;[] Mageirocophobia - Fear of cooking.&lt;br /&gt;[] Melanophobia - Fear of the color black.&lt;br /&gt;[] Microphobia - Fear of small things.&lt;br /&gt;[] Mysophobia - Fear of dirt and germs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;[x] Necrophobia - Fear of death or dead things.&lt;br /&gt;[] Noctiphobia - Fear of the night.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Nosocomephobia - Fear of hospitals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;[x] Obesophobia - Fear of gaining weight&lt;br /&gt;[] Octophobia - Fear of the figure 8.&lt;br /&gt;[] Ombrophobia - Fear of rain.&lt;br /&gt;[] Ophidiophobia - Fear of snakes.&lt;br /&gt;[] Ornithophobia - Fear of birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;[] Papyrophobia - Fear of paper.&lt;br /&gt;[] Pathophobia - Fear of disease&lt;br /&gt;[] Pedophobia - Fear of children&lt;br /&gt;[] Philophobia - Fear of love.&lt;br /&gt;[] Phobophobia - Fear of being afraid&lt;br /&gt;[] Podophobia - Fear of feet.&lt;br /&gt;[] Porphyrophobia - Fear of the color purple.&lt;br /&gt;[] Pteridophobia - Fear of ferns.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Pteromerhanophobia - Fear of flying.&lt;br /&gt;[] Pyrophobia - Fear of fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;[] Scolionophobia - Fear of school.&lt;br /&gt;[] Selenophobia - Fear of the moon.&lt;br /&gt;[] Sociophobia - Fear of social evolution.&lt;br /&gt;[] Somniphobia - Fear of sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;[x] Tachophobia - Fear of speed.&lt;br /&gt;[] Technophobia - Fear of technology.&lt;br /&gt;[] Tonitrophobia - Fear of thunder.&lt;br /&gt;[] Trypanophobia - Fear of injections.&lt;br /&gt;[] Tychiphobia - fear of accidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V-Z&lt;br /&gt;[] Venustraphobia - Fear of beautiful women.&lt;br /&gt;[] Verminophobia - Fear of germs.&lt;br /&gt;[] Wiccaphobia - Fear of witches and witchcraft.&lt;br /&gt;[] Xenophobia - Fear of strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more, but not all of them are listed. Feel free to do it yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-7991933416264163020?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7991933416264163020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=7991933416264163020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/7991933416264163020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/7991933416264163020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/thingo-i-found-on-mays-blog-so-i.html' title='Thingo I found on May&apos;s blog so I decided to do it. :D'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-4547818569453319000</id><published>2010-03-16T20:20:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T20:28:25.150+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhhmigawdd ♥</title><content type='html'>Aaahhhh I haven't blogged in like, forever! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guys, lotsa stuff has happened in my absence! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a boyfriend. His name is Alex and I love him. ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;I broke my DS but then I got it fixed. :D&lt;br /&gt;I started year 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, maybe not that much stuff has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WAIT, I went to Jamboree. :) It was amazing, I met so many fantastic people, I shall never forget them. xox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, bye for now, not forever. (hahah rollercoaster ftw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachyy xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-4547818569453319000?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4547818569453319000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=4547818569453319000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/4547818569453319000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/4547818569453319000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2010/03/ohhhmigawdd.html' title='Ohhhmigawdd ♥'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-4601451269063265353</id><published>2009-12-23T20:49:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T21:02:02.841+11:00</updated><title type='text'>ACK</title><content type='html'>I'm worried. Really worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Anya and my friend (not really my friend... more classmate) Ryan are planning on running away.&lt;br /&gt;You should see their FB status. It's all "fucking kill me" and depressing stuff like that. They won't tell anyone what's wrong. They're saying their lives are shit.. I don't believe that.&lt;br /&gt;Anya was in my cabin on school camp. That's how I met her.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan was in my class this year. that's how I met him.&lt;br /&gt;I would've met them even if I didn't have those connections with them, but still.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's freaking out because they're both saying "Okay Jess, we're coming to your house" and poor Jess is going "uh, excuse me?" and everyone's trying to convince them not to do it.&lt;br /&gt;I find it a bit scary actually. Tw people who aren't even 13 yet planning to run away from home.&lt;br /&gt;Won't THAT be a scandal when I get back to school.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I have to go wrap Christmas prezzies for mum. With dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days 'til Christmas peeps! I promise I'll blog Friday night. :)&lt;br /&gt;(More like 1 and a half days, actually. xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamboree in.. 10 DAYS!!!!!!!!! And I haven't packed yet. Oh jeez.&lt;br /&gt;You should see my sexy Jambo shirts. So awesome. And sexy. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Jamie and i have been obsessing over Chris Colfer lately. A lot. Way too much.&lt;br /&gt;I love this vid he took at the Sydney Aquarium. x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qbbw_PRIMII"&gt;Glee Fish&lt;/a&gt; Just so freaking awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go now... dad told me to come downstairs. xP&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas Eve Eve everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachaellll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-4601451269063265353?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4601451269063265353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=4601451269063265353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/4601451269063265353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/4601451269063265353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/12/ack.html' title='ACK'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-1888951459426816561</id><published>2009-12-19T12:11:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T12:27:09.412+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Year 8 dude!</title><content type='html'>I'm in year 8 now. Cooliosness to the maxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class is.. alright. I have Carlie and Cara-Lee (two of my bestest friends) and three guys from my old class. My friend Natalia, but then there are total bitches like Angie, Renee and Coneface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLZ AT CONEFACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit upset that our little group isn't together anymore, but it's not like I didn't know we were gonna be split up.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, there WERE 9 of us.&lt;br /&gt;Now there's 1 in 8C, 1 in 8D, 3 in 8F (&lt;- my class) and 4 in 8E.&lt;br /&gt;:PPPP&lt;br /&gt;But I'll have Learning Furtures with 8D and 8E so yay! I only miss out on seeing Chadas! Which isn't fantastic.. but oh well... And Kayla says her class is total shit, she's only with one person she's friends with. :P So I guess it is pretty shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glee season finale.&lt;br /&gt;So freaking amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Will and Emma... let me just say FINALLY! They are so perfect for each other.&lt;br /&gt;Sue. Ugh. Just... ugh. I hate her.&lt;br /&gt;Finn had a total spaz. I feel really sorry for him. *hugs Finn*&lt;br /&gt;Rachel's singing was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Kurt was the best. As I always say he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"SCARLET FEVER! *points at ear*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, now I don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for having something decent to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-1888951459426816561?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1888951459426816561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=1888951459426816561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/1888951459426816561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/1888951459426816561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/12/year-8-dude.html' title='Year 8 dude!'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-2896141694165154334</id><published>2009-12-08T20:02:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:12:02.569+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys Boys Boys</title><content type='html'>Love that song. And it is relevant, so it is my title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, since I haven't blogged in a while, I'll help you get up to date woith my incredibly dramatic life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy that I liked mentioned in a blog a little while ago is not liked anymore. He's sweet and nice to me, but I don't like him anymore. I like a guy from my Scout group named Alex. He's a year older than me and next year's his last year in Scouts.&lt;br /&gt;I think I kinda also like this guy named Jackson. I haven't told ANYBODY this, and I only came to realising it this afternoon. Whilst walking home with him. Well, not to MY house, but to his house. And I think he likes me, which is.... ANYWAY the small amount of conversation we had while walking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*crossing the road*&lt;br /&gt;Jackson: *runs across the road*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why did you run?&lt;br /&gt;Jackson: Because of the cars.&lt;br /&gt;Me: S'not like they're Formula 1's or anything. But I'd watch out for the P platers.&lt;br /&gt;Jackson: I watch out for everyone. You should too. I don't want you to get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*walking down his street*&lt;br /&gt;Jackson: Have you ever had that thing, where you really really wanted to talk to someone, and then when you get the chance to, after 2 minutes you have no idea what to say?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Jackson: Me too.&lt;br /&gt;*silence*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Got no idea what to say?&lt;br /&gt;Jackson: *grins* Absolutely no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) I think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna say anymore. As of now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine.&lt;br /&gt;Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-2896141694165154334?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2896141694165154334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=2896141694165154334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/2896141694165154334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/2896141694165154334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/12/boys-boys-boys.html' title='Boys Boys Boys'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-7086919534386835232</id><published>2009-11-18T20:28:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T20:29:39.121+11:00</updated><title type='text'>2 minutes</title><content type='html'>I have 2 minutes to post this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother's at cubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody seems to use Bl0ogger anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going ot see New Moon after school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 13 now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class isn't on a conduct card anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-7086919534386835232?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7086919534386835232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=7086919534386835232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/7086919534386835232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/7086919534386835232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/11/2-minutes.html' title='2 minutes'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-1061189017669621374</id><published>2009-10-13T19:37:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T19:42:16.806+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue sombrero carrot!</title><content type='html'>That title is officially copyrighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;StikChick © 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Owned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My throat hurts... and It's my birthday at the end of the month! Literally!&lt;br /&gt;My birthday's Halloween. :P&lt;br /&gt;Which isn't as great as you might think.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn* Bye. Because I can't be bothered typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachajello&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-1061189017669621374?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1061189017669621374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=1061189017669621374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/1061189017669621374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/1061189017669621374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/10/blue-sombrero-carrot.html' title='Blue sombrero carrot!'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-4925900875078770852</id><published>2009-10-12T19:10:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T19:36:32.765+11:00</updated><title type='text'>And if you happen to, you'll wake completely lost.</title><content type='html'>^^Random title from the song I'm listening to. x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. I'm gonna try to blog once a day. As of now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I'm bored now.&lt;br /&gt;So very bored bored bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH Today in drama!&lt;br /&gt;Me and Kayla and Jack and Shea switched names. So I was Kayla, Kayla was Rachael, Jack was Shea and Shea was Jack.&lt;br /&gt;The teacher bought it, so hilarious. we played hangman, and kayla put up her hand and she goes "Rachael, isn't it? What your guess?"&lt;br /&gt;And I just cracked up. And she's like "Kayla what's so funny?"&lt;br /&gt;Which just made me laugh harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am a shape!"&lt;br /&gt;Oh my GOD that is possibly the most idiotic thing on TV I have EVAR seen in my whole life. And I've watched Dora the Explorer and Bob the Builder.&lt;br /&gt;It's from the show Mr. Maker. So dumb. My brother loves it. We were talking about it at school... Haha. We drew the stupid shapes. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yahh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was mny absolutely BRILLIANT FANTASTICAL AWESOMLEY AWESOME AND WONDERFULLY WONDERFUL COOLIOS DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-4925900875078770852?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4925900875078770852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=4925900875078770852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/4925900875078770852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/4925900875078770852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-if-you-happen-to-youll-wake.html' title='And if you happen to, you&apos;ll wake completely lost.'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-4830644833145328889</id><published>2009-10-11T20:14:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T20:25:44.043+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I haven't blogged in like.. a while..</title><content type='html'>Because you know... stuff happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAAAAHHHH HOLY CRAP I GOT A TEXT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being a supermod. Frustration about how I can't edit in some places is now GONE! =D Yay!&lt;br /&gt;And it is official. I am having a Halloween birthday party this year.&lt;br /&gt;Wootness! We went out and bought like, a hundred dollars worth of Halloween crap yesterday. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though Carlie won't read this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE APPLE PIE! *taps nose knowingly*&lt;br /&gt;Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Rhiannon's birthday partay next weekend. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;But I still haven't gotten her a present... fail...&lt;br /&gt; And I'm tired so BAI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachaelll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-4830644833145328889?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4830644833145328889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=4830644833145328889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/4830644833145328889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/4830644833145328889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-havent-blogged-in-like-while.html' title='I haven&apos;t blogged in like.. a while..'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-482599694447334805</id><published>2009-09-08T20:33:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:33:44.854+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers are scary.</title><content type='html'>They are. Seriously.&lt;br&gt;Today I squirted some juice at my friend, and a teacher saw me, and got &lt;br&gt;me to fill up a bucket of rubbish.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Come here.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Okay?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;You just squirted some juice, yes?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah...?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;And it wasn&amp;#39;t even YOUR juice. It was your friend&amp;#39;s juice!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;She told me to squirt it.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Well your friends are idiots!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Don&amp;#39;t talk about my friends like that!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Don&amp;#39;t be so cheeky. Go fill up a bucket.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;We were talking about that ALL DAY. Literally.&lt;p&gt;My friends found out who I liked today. So funny though.&lt;p&gt;Maddy: Rachael, who do you like?&lt;br&gt;Me: Try and get me to tell you.&lt;br&gt;Tori: Is he in year 7?&lt;br&gt;Me: Yeah.&lt;br&gt;Kayla: What class?&lt;br&gt;Me: Ours.&lt;br&gt;Cara-Lee: ORION!??&lt;br&gt;Maddy: DARCY?&lt;br&gt;Kayla: NICK?&lt;br&gt;Tori: What&amp;#39;s his name? (xD)&lt;br&gt;Me: As if I&amp;#39;d just tell you straight off.&lt;p&gt;And they then succeeded to name /almost/ every guy in our class, except &lt;br&gt;one. They almost didn&amp;#39;t get it. Hahaha.&lt;p&gt;And we did a 1.6km run today. It sucked. It took me me 14 minutes. &lt;br&gt;Better than last time, amazingly. I took 15 minutes last time. xDDD&lt;p&gt;And oh em gee Nicky just added me on Facebook. That is really scary.&lt;p&gt;-Rachael (the always tired one)&lt;p&gt;NOTE: All reasonable precautions have been taken to ensure no viruses are present in this email. The sender cannot accept any responsibility for any loss or damage that may arise from the use of this email or attachments. (ozls04)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-482599694447334805?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/482599694447334805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=482599694447334805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/482599694447334805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/482599694447334805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-are-scary.html' title='Teachers are scary.'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-3571225855375550738</id><published>2009-09-01T19:34:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T19:50:48.079+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Literacy week, Dawn's birthday! + MADISON'S BAAACCCKKKK!!</title><content type='html'>It's literacy week this week. Good or bad?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Today we had an author by the name of Phil Kettle come in and talk to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seemed a little up himself to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all 'I did this..' and 'I did that..', I mean, we don't particually care all that much if you wanted to play for Richmond and always beat Collingwood by a point in the grand final.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVING ONNN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Dawn's birthday on Mondayy! Many of you would know her as Skyesmom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She prolly won't read this (I'll bet on it) buuuuuuuuuut, I just have one thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn, your young.... er than my mum! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just so kind. To my mum AND Dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing to cover. Yesssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MADDY'S BACK! Maddy was on holiday for some excruciatingly long period of time, but now she's back! Yaaaaayyyy!&lt;br /&gt;I got a bracelet from her. :D It's pink and sparkly and stuff.....&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing it right now! Yayy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-3571225855375550738?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3571225855375550738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=3571225855375550738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/3571225855375550738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/3571225855375550738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/09/literacy-week-dawns-birthday-madisons.html' title='Literacy week, Dawn&apos;s birthday! + MADISON&apos;S BAAACCCKKKK!!'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-2054917292173510105</id><published>2009-08-28T21:15:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T21:27:04.463+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost bashed, threats + A Day In Pompeii!</title><content type='html'>So yupp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was almost bashed.&lt;br /&gt;Scary.&lt;br /&gt;Some kid in like, 7C or soemthing was getting teased, so her psychopath mother and sister came and threatened almost everyone at the bus bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;And one significant thing to me-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renee: And if any of you tease me again, this is what you'll have to deal with! *gestures to her mum and sis*&lt;br /&gt;*they start walking off*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah? Well it's not very much!&lt;br /&gt;*they turn around and walk back*&lt;br /&gt;Her mum: What did you just say?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nuffin.&lt;br /&gt;Her mum: You did so you little *beep*er. I saw your mouth move! So did you say something or not?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else: Oooooohhhh!&lt;br /&gt;Her mum: You know what you little *beep*? You are a *beep*ed up *beep* with no life.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Better have no life than have you as my mother.&lt;br /&gt;Her mum: Your a little *beep*ing coward.&lt;br /&gt;Her sis: And we're psychos.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, well. You proving that to us preeettty well right now.&lt;br /&gt;Her mum: I'll push you in front of your *beep*ing bus if you say one more word!&lt;br /&gt;Me: One more word? Oh whoops. I said it!&lt;br /&gt;Her mum: Well why don't you just *beep* off?&lt;br /&gt;*bus pulls up*&lt;br /&gt;Me: If you insist. *gets on bus*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. And then at school the next morning my friend Jack was threatened by them They said they were gonna slit his throat. And then we had to fill out incident reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I went to....&lt;br /&gt;A DAY IN POMPEII!&lt;br /&gt;At the Melbourne Museum! Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a little confronting though. Body casts. Woah.&lt;br /&gt;And there was graffiti (that would've actually been there) and one was like "Artimeus got me pregnant"&lt;br /&gt;...very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-2054917292173510105?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2054917292173510105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=2054917292173510105' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/2054917292173510105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/2054917292173510105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/08/almost-bashed-threats-day-in-pompeii.html' title='Almost bashed, threats + A Day In Pompeii!'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-3680123664145132129</id><published>2009-08-22T19:55:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T20:03:51.325+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Music player, YouTube channel + friends on holidays</title><content type='html'>So yup, I got a new music player. It's down the veeeeeeerrrryyyy bottom of the page, so go look! Now! Choose a song! And suggest some if you want them on there. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yupp, me and my friends got a YouTube channel! The idea came on Tuesday, We voted on a name Wednesday and recorded two videos, and then we made the channel Thursday and made some more videos.&lt;br /&gt;We are.....&lt;br /&gt;*INSERT AWESOME DRUMROLL HEREZ*&lt;br /&gt;TheBradyBunch100s!&lt;br /&gt;There's six of us.&lt;br /&gt;Me, Chadas, Madison, Kayla, Gerry and Dani.&lt;br /&gt;Featuring Carlie, Tori, Cara-Lee, Dale, Ryan, Natalia and other randoms. Such as Michael and possibly Liam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/thebradybunch100s"&gt;www.youtube.com/thebradybunch100s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ Click it! You know you want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, three of my friends are on holidays! Maddy's someplace near brisbane, and Kayla and Dani are both at the snow!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to the snow!&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay!&lt;br /&gt;Because, I'm gonna go on jamboree!&lt;br /&gt;Wooooooooott!&lt;br /&gt;10 days at some place called Cataract park, near Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; is a holiday!&lt;br /&gt;It's all Scouts, just so you know. Dani and Belinda are going too, which is just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then Gendalf the Gray and Gendalf the White,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Monty Python and the Holy Grail's Black Knight!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorreh, listening to The Ultimate Showdown Of Ultimate Destiny. There's a new 2009 version.&lt;br /&gt;It's a lot... softer? It sounds slightly kinder than the original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachaello&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-3680123664145132129?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3680123664145132129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=3680123664145132129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/3680123664145132129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/3680123664145132129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/08/music-player-youtube-channel-friends-on.html' title='Music player, YouTube channel + friends on holidays'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-7867423779822861783</id><published>2009-08-17T19:46:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T19:58:15.331+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Wiv Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;3 that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today the Rachajello jingle was used for educational purposes.&lt;br /&gt;If you've enevr heard it before, I'll give you the words..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫Rachajello tablets,&lt;br /&gt;They make you wanna cry,&lt;br /&gt;When you read the side effects,&lt;br /&gt;You die!&lt;br /&gt;*duh nuh nuh nuh nuh!*&lt;br /&gt;Because thye taste so terrible,&lt;br /&gt;they make you feel so horrible,&lt;br /&gt;They make you wanna eat Pringles,&lt;br /&gt;And that's the end of this jingle!♫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;We made floppy paper tablet things, and the teacher asked us what we were doing, and we said "Guess." and she guessed pads. Which was a little... weird. We had a guy in our group! :P&lt;br /&gt;And then I said "And we wouldn't get in trouble for that?" and Ms. Sheperd's just said "Oh no, last year we had a group of girls who did an ad for tampons!"&lt;br /&gt;And me and Maddy and Kayla and Gerry are just like "Um, okay?" and Chadas was just like, "What? I wasn't listening." And Ms. Sheperd walked over and told him, and he literally ran around laughing hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;...he's a little strange.&lt;br /&gt;And then all the otehr guys asked Chadas what he was doing and why, so he told them. And then everybody started talking about this ridiculous ad for pads on TV. Which was just weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yupp.&lt;br /&gt;That was my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, I FORGOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Ms. McRae. She picks on me in music and history. In music she doesn't even let me have a chance to prove I can sit with my friends and do my work, and in history today I sneezed and she moved me.&lt;br /&gt;And I hate Ms. Fisher too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the three subjects I really hate are music, history and health. Not that I really liked health or history, but I thought music would be at least a little good. Because it's music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachajello&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-7867423779822861783?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7867423779822861783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=7867423779822861783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/7867423779822861783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/7867423779822861783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/08/dance-wiv-me.html' title='Dance Wiv Me'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-1057130664486722791</id><published>2009-08-16T10:40:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T19:45:38.834+10:00</updated><title type='text'>DEACTIVATE THEM! RETREAT, RETREAT!!</title><content type='html'>xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Sidetracked yesterday! For Kayla's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went go karting, and laser forcing, and mini golfing! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In laser force, there was the middle-aged man who was WAAAAAAAAAAYYYY too into it. Thus my title.&lt;br /&gt;That is what he was yelling. Um.&lt;br /&gt;And then in the mini golf me and Kayla were told off for playing hockey rather than mini golf. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachaeelll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-1057130664486722791?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1057130664486722791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=1057130664486722791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/1057130664486722791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/1057130664486722791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/08/deactivate-them-retreat-retreat.html' title='DEACTIVATE THEM! RETREAT, RETREAT!!'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-7815101429740860446</id><published>2009-08-08T20:06:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T20:22:17.635+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sister's Keeper and organising stuff I can barley get my head around.</title><content type='html'>I saw My Sister's Keeper today with mum, while Stephen and dad went and saw G.I Joe. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sister's Keeper was so sad. I wanted to cry but couldn't. Literally, couldn't. Mum was crying though. As was almost everybody else in the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;I kept imagining Kate (the girl with lukemia) as my cousin. Because she has lukemia. 'Cept my cousin isn't 13. She's only 6.&lt;br /&gt;Mum said she was prolly gonna see trhe mother as my aunty. I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;And one of the songs in the movies is a song I absolutely loved anyway, but now it makes me feel really sad.&lt;br /&gt;Better by Regina Spektor. &lt;a href="http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/song/Better/10851656"&gt;Listen to it.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was organising a big thing for Carlie's birthday for tomorrow, but I gave up and asked Chadas to do some.&lt;br /&gt;He did better than me.&lt;br /&gt;He got a time, and a meeting place.&lt;br /&gt;I recruited one person. xP We were originally gonna have 6 people other than myself and Carlie, but now we have four including me and Carlie. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-7815101429740860446?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7815101429740860446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=7815101429740860446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/7815101429740860446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/7815101429740860446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-sisters-keeper-and-organising-stuff.html' title='My Sister&apos;s Keeper and organising stuff I can barley get my head around.'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-2488642527854641610</id><published>2009-08-05T19:57:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T20:07:50.991+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like you don't wanna know.</title><content type='html'>Pain wise, I mean. Maybe mentally too, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in pain. All the time. And I have been for about... two weeks now? I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;I think I've done something to my hip. Not sure. It hurts like HELL. Jesus Christ, do not play football. EVER. Or soccer, because my GOD. This is HORRIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;It hursts to walk, it hurts to sit, it hurst to get dressed, it hurts to have a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fantastic race was absolute shit. Gotta be honest to you. Absolute shit.&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT going next year. Unless I can be the only girl in my patrol. Otherwise NO EFFING WAY.&lt;br /&gt;I had 4 girls to look after this year, one older, all the others younger. So Jett (older) wouldn't listen to a word I said. Libby followed Jett like a puppy, and Susan and Caitlin followed Libby.&lt;br /&gt;I had no real connections other than Scouts anyway. Libby, Susan and Jett all go to OLSH, and they all used to go to St. Peter's. Caitlin and Libby do basketball together too.&lt;br /&gt;I had nothin'.&lt;br /&gt;I denied them garlic bread. I got the silent treatment.&lt;br /&gt;Susan lost her phone. Of course it was my fault.&lt;br /&gt;I fell over really badly at the train station. They left me there. Just kept walking to the crossing. While I was crying, might I add.&lt;br /&gt;Denied fish and chips. More silence.&lt;br /&gt;It started raining on us. How that is my fault, I don't know. But it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go.&lt;br /&gt;And I acted like a total bitch to them on the second day of the race. But you know what? I don't give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-2488642527854641610?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2488642527854641610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=2488642527854641610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/2488642527854641610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/2488642527854641610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-feel-like-you-dont-wanna-know.html' title='I feel like you don&apos;t wanna know.'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-902597865424571344</id><published>2009-07-25T21:11:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T21:16:16.331+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Buck?</title><content type='html'>I love the What the Buck show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chadas came over today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played Hannah Montanna on our Wii. IT WAS FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like tambourines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachaellllll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-902597865424571344?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/902597865424571344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=902597865424571344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/902597865424571344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/902597865424571344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-buck.html' title='What the Buck?'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-939933796316601161</id><published>2009-07-20T20:15:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:19:09.019+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hah, no.</title><content type='html'>Wait, I dunno what to say now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hwo about something completely irrelevant?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you'd like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready for it?&lt;br /&gt;Here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY&lt;br /&gt;PHONE&lt;br /&gt;NEEDS&lt;br /&gt;TO&lt;br /&gt;BE&lt;br /&gt;CHARGED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-939933796316601161?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/939933796316601161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=939933796316601161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/939933796316601161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/939933796316601161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/hah-no.html' title='Hah, no.'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-4549297475236499085</id><published>2009-07-18T20:06:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T20:09:41.955+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter &amp; GIMP</title><content type='html'>I saw Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince todayz.&lt;br /&gt;It's my fave HP movie so far. Until today, my favourite was Philosopher's Stone. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaahhh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I downloaded GIMP yesterday. Maeve was givin' me some tippers. :P But I'm going pretty well now, I'm grasping the concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, my whole title explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-4549297475236499085?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4549297475236499085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=4549297475236499085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/4549297475236499085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/4549297475236499085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-potter-gimp.html' title='Harry Potter &amp; GIMP'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-617428805005774828</id><published>2009-07-17T21:02:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T21:11:14.541+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I survived.</title><content type='html'>Oh em gee. That was only the FIRST week of school for term 3!??&lt;br /&gt;*dies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health is just NO, history and music is bad (mean teacher, who is nicer to people who play instruments), PASE is bad, and ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hopeth people actually log into GMail tomorrow, I wanna chatz. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachajellotheawesomeo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-617428805005774828?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/617428805005774828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=617428805005774828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/617428805005774828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/617428805005774828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-survived.html' title='I survived.'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-751298146996970279</id><published>2009-07-15T19:46:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T19:51:46.287+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I am StikChick! RAWR!</title><content type='html'>lol, I've used that title before. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I changed my username to StikChick. Which has also happened before.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing stuff, folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH our neighbours are being loudish. Loud enough to be heard by me, and my hearing sucks. And I'm playing music. And it's rather loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo.....&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, I think I'll post my userpage on BTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.betweentalk.com/members/stikchick.html"&gt;Click herez!&lt;/a&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I can't think of anything now. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-RachaeltheawesomechickalsoknownasStikChickfromAustralia'ceptforthe'fromAustralia'bit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-751298146996970279?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/751298146996970279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=751298146996970279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/751298146996970279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/751298146996970279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-stikchick-rawr.html' title='I am StikChick! RAWR!'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-5663979063703206185</id><published>2009-07-14T20:22:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T19:39:07.237+10:00</updated><title type='text'>MAX</title><content type='html'>I read a book my mum gave me today. It's called Max. It's by Michael Hyde. And I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get books to read very often, I've read all the ones I own. Hahaha. But now I also have another one by Hyde called &lt;em&gt;Tyger Tyger&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;The Supernaturalist &lt;/em&gt;by Eoin Colfer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*loves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Okay, I thought this posted properly yesterday and it didn't, so uhm, I'm readin &lt;em&gt;Tyger Tyger&lt;/em&gt; now and its really good. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachaelthefantastico&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-5663979063703206185?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5663979063703206185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=5663979063703206185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/5663979063703206185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/5663979063703206185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/max.html' title='MAX'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-5685067730362108964</id><published>2009-07-13T20:00:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T20:07:03.568+10:00</updated><title type='text'>New layout, since I decided the other one was crap.</title><content type='html'>I made this one. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aweshome, I know. *bows*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I only have half an hour 'til I go to bed, I'll make this short and sweet. Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, today was the first day of term 3. Bleh. I had environment day though, so it was fun. =]&lt;br /&gt;Environment day is basically where you and a partener go around to all the classes in two year levels for two periods at a time. There were three pairs. So I was pretty much walking around the school for 6 hours straight, making sure that everybody was at school. I dunno what the point was, but it was still fun. And Ms. Noonan was giving us instructions, and I swear she is possibly the scariest woman I have ever met. She's nice, but she just &lt;em&gt;looks&lt;/em&gt; scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can't be bothered typing anymore, but I will, and for good reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY EMMA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Have a good one! *throws Emma present of somesort*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-Rachael &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-5685067730362108964?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5685067730362108964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=5685067730362108964' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/5685067730362108964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/5685067730362108964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-layout-since-i-decided-other-one.html' title='New layout, since I decided the other one was crap.'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-6014556538972007036</id><published>2009-07-07T15:03:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T15:17:00.153+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamie is apaulled with me</title><content type='html'>For not having seen most Disney movies.&lt;br /&gt;=[ I don't really watch movies all that much anyway, so yes. She said when we finally meet, she is gonna force me to watch Disney movies. I'm not sure if that's good or bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-6014556538972007036?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6014556538972007036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=6014556538972007036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/6014556538972007036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/6014556538972007036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/jamie-is-apaulled-with-me.html' title='Jamie is apaulled with me'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-7149819479584327605</id><published>2009-07-06T21:17:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:33:07.354+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegequarian</title><content type='html'>So, I'm aiming at becoming a vegequarian.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think mum was very happy with this decision.&lt;br /&gt;Something about needing more iron in 'this stage of my development' and red meat giving me that. But to be blunt, red meant tastes like crap anyway.&lt;br /&gt;So until mum forces me to stop, I'm only eating fish and vegies.&lt;br /&gt;And she didn't like it because she's had to wai 12 years to be able to cook one meal for everyone, and now I'm going 'aqua-veg' as dad called it. Stephen, my brother, is a very fussy eater. I'm not, but I think mum considers this 'fussy'. So now I'm going to have to take iron supplements. And mum wasn't very happy with that either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Dani's sleeping over Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;My first friend sleepover all year! AND WE'RE IN JULY!!&lt;br /&gt;And then Andrew's prolly gonna sleep over after school's gone back. Yay! (comment all you like about that guys, haha)&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying over at my Grandma's Friday night, after we go out to lunch with her, Gramps and the Bentleigh gang.&lt;br /&gt;I've developed a love for AC/DC and Tenacious D. Thus my current playlist.&lt;br /&gt;I've only got GMail to talk to people with now, along with Facebook. But GMail's more reliable, so I use that more. So to put it right out there, if you want to chat with me easily, get GMail. And if you have a mic, it's your lucky day, I have one too. We'd be able to call each other, like what I've done with Maria and Ellie recently. It works well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. Longer than I expected, this post. Oh well. G'night interwebs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-7149819479584327605?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7149819479584327605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=7149819479584327605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/7149819479584327605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/7149819479584327605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/vegequarian.html' title='Vegequarian'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-8324725597240075793</id><published>2009-07-05T15:42:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T15:54:27.703+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What can you do about it?</title><content type='html'>NOTHING. Actually, I wasn't asking that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm back! From Phillip Island!&lt;br /&gt;It was FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZZZIIINNNNGGGGG. Like, everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went and saw the penguins, and we went to Churchill Island, and we went to A Maze 'n Things, and we went to the Nobbies, and it was cold enough for mne to wear my cool hat!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So um, yeah. I logged into Facebook like, an hour ago and had 54 notifications to sort through. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, Ellie? Can you please log inot GMail tonight? I wants to chat wif you. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-8324725597240075793?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8324725597240075793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=8324725597240075793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/8324725597240075793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/8324725597240075793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-can-you-do-about-it.html' title='What can you do about it?'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-9186476723942243742</id><published>2009-07-01T20:31:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T20:33:53.241+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My accent is hawt? xD</title><content type='html'>WELL. Jamie listened to my uber random recording (which really isn't that random) and said my accent was amazing. And then I started being offended, becasue I have bad reading skillz and thought she had said my accent was amusing. xD Sorry Jamie.&lt;br /&gt;And then she said my accent was hawt. That made me laugh. A little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-RachaelStillRocksSinceShe'sStillAussieAndCanStillTalkProperly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-9186476723942243742?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/9186476723942243742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=9186476723942243742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/9186476723942243742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/9186476723942243742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-accent-is-hawt-xd.html' title='My accent is hawt? xD'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-9041118353422580311</id><published>2009-07-01T13:05:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T13:14:18.649+10:00</updated><title type='text'>PHILLIP ISLAND PACKING</title><content type='html'>That is what I'm supposed to be doing. Right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not. Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL GUESS WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;I've been chatting with people lately. LIke, Ellie. And Maria.&lt;br /&gt;So actually talking. Like, with microphones. Pretty cool, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Totally.&lt;br /&gt;And I found out what Lucky Charms and Pop Tarts are today. Along with cereal straws.&lt;br /&gt;I swear, if I had to eat any of that I would throw up. Or something becuase EW. Hot fudge sundae pop tarts? Wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, it is NOT carmel. It is CARAMEL. And it isn't YouToooob. It's YouTuewb. That's how it should be pronounced. Mmkay?&lt;br /&gt;At kleast you can say Vegemite. xD Or at least MARIA can say Vegemite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-RachaelRocksBecauseShe'sAustralianAndCanActuallyTalk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-9041118353422580311?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/9041118353422580311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=9041118353422580311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/9041118353422580311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/9041118353422580311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/phillip-island-packing.html' title='PHILLIP ISLAND PACKING'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-7922008980162895924</id><published>2009-06-30T20:41:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T20:43:21.125+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Playlist and stuff</title><content type='html'>I made a new playlist. It has lots of Lemon Demon! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm going on holiday to Phillip Island on Thursday! Yay! We come back Sunday. I've never been to Phillip Island before. Mum and dad say it's good though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE IZ GONNA SEE DA PENGUINS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I get to take my aweshome beanie. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-7922008980162895924?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7922008980162895924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=7922008980162895924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/7922008980162895924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/7922008980162895924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/playlist-and-stuff.html' title='Playlist and stuff'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-6648500805593541364</id><published>2009-06-28T10:43:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T10:51:36.549+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Proposal</title><content type='html'>I went to see that yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so funny. Way better then Ghosts of Girlfriends Past.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my mum got Facebook and I didn't know. Now I do. Yay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well. And I was taking how well do you know me quizzes on FB and failing epicly.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I was just told that I was doing pretty well considering I didn't really know those people anyway. Yeah, I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-6648500805593541364?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6648500805593541364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=6648500805593541364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/6648500805593541364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/6648500805593541364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/proposal.html' title='The Proposal'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-7169141341065406492</id><published>2009-06-26T16:16:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:28:15.900+10:00</updated><title type='text'>School's out!</title><content type='html'>School's out for Winter! Woot!&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's only 2 weeks, I don't care! I'm super happy! *does mini celebration dance*&lt;br /&gt;We got out at 2:30 instead of 3:10 today, and we got our reports.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, reports.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think I'd do very well at all, but whaddya know, I actually did pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of C's, and three B's. Over here, C is 'at expected level' and B is 'above expected level', so obvs A is 'well above', D is 'below' and E is 'well below'. Mum just came up and told me that the two things I really need to work on are my organisational skills and my listening. And it would help if I didn't talk so much. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm prolly going to the movies with Kayla and Dani tomorrow arvo to see The Proposal. I really wanna see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lucky me got custody of the infamous 'books' for the holidays. Me and Gerry own them, but Gerry got them every weekend this term, so I get them for the hols. Woot.&lt;br /&gt;We have like, ten of these books.&lt;br /&gt;The Book of Faces and Everything Else&lt;br /&gt;The La-La Book of Everything&lt;br /&gt;The Random Book of Everything&lt;br /&gt;The Flip-E Book (which was confiscated and given back a week later)&lt;br /&gt;The Flip-E Book 2&lt;br /&gt;The Song Book&lt;br /&gt;The Same Book&lt;br /&gt;The Book of Maddy&lt;br /&gt;The Book of Funneh Stuff&lt;br /&gt;and I think that's all of them, at least for now. I need to start working on the family tree bok. Muahahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-7169141341065406492?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7169141341065406492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=7169141341065406492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/7169141341065406492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/7169141341065406492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/schools-out.html' title='School&apos;s out!'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-3100799838743143030</id><published>2009-06-23T10:02:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T10:06:49.400+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick again...</title><content type='html'>I am sick. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of being sick. I was in bed all day yesterday, and I feel pretty good at the moment, probably because I just had a shower. I have a fever too, which has been going down, but last night I was 40C or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN OTHER NEWS: It's the last week of school! Yippee! I was playing Pokemon Ranger yesterday (sad, i know) and I basically beat the whole game. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. *sneeze*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-3100799838743143030?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3100799838743143030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=3100799838743143030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/3100799838743143030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/3100799838743143030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/sick-again.html' title='Sick again...'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-4250676983108445052</id><published>2009-06-21T12:01:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T12:48:42.673+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry</title><content type='html'>I have deleted my lastest entry, as it offended some people.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-4250676983108445052?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4250676983108445052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=4250676983108445052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/4250676983108445052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/4250676983108445052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-5604244096323128657</id><published>2009-06-18T16:40:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:55:36.987+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Heeeuuuugggeee</title><content type='html'>I dunno what's with the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my friend Liam's gone. And Charlotte. And Sabrina. And next week Chadas leaves for Bali on Tuesday. =( Sadness.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'll still have Kayla and Maddy and a few others it's still just not the same. Y'know?&lt;br /&gt;But oh well. I found out today that one of my other friends from Coatesville, Dale, is coming to Chelt! *excited* He's either coming next week or next term! And Shelby and Cody get him in their class. Lucky peoples. I only have Cara-Lee, and she's just a complete bitch. Honestly. She could turn the freaking pope into a serial killer. I mean that. But then Keelan's coming too. And he is just another one of those completely fake retards who rely on their dumb hairstyles and their bloody skateboards, and UGH I HATE HIM. But he will get along nicely with Nicky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and our Italian teacher called some guy in our class cute today. We are now absolutely certain he is gay. No doubt. And we're pretty sure we have a few lesbian teachers too. Like my textiles teacher, for example. And Shelby's form teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, hahahaa. My form teacher tried to draw one of the guys in our class today. She laughed a lot, and then she couldn't breathe properly. xD Because her drawing was just so terrible, it was ridiculous. It looked like it should've been from one of those reeeaaallllyyy old fairtales. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, time for me to do homework. Even though I really don't have anything much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-5604244096323128657?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5604244096323128657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=5604244096323128657' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/5604244096323128657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/5604244096323128657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/heeeuuuugggeee.html' title='Heeeuuuugggeee'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-2658059774469275303</id><published>2009-06-17T16:40:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T16:51:35.410+10:00</updated><title type='text'>*collapse*</title><content type='html'>I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT DO DO ON THIS FREAKING PROJECT! IT IS DUE TOMORROW, AND I HAVE BARLEY STARTED IT! *insert the worst words you can think of here*&lt;br /&gt;GAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;And the teacher hates me anyway so she'll give me a low mark. That's the way she rolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I commented on a Facebook thing about that. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachael Osborne: I have a whole freaking project on deserts due tomorrow, and I havn't even started. Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, I forgot to do my homework.: Rachael; they're dry and full of sand. There you go, A+! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I laughed. And some random dude is just like 'kudos, man' and I'm just like, 'why can't i get kudos? =('&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I ate some chilli on the bus today. Some year 8 gave it to me, and loads of people on the bus were like "EAT IT EAT IT" so I ate it. And this was like, an actual chilli. Like right off the plant. It was so hot, one of my friends in year 8 has to give me some energy drink thing (mmmm, it was nice) to stop my mouth burning so much. Then they let me have some of their chips, and I got off the bus. Laaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my brother's playing at Etihad stadium on Friday, so he's all up himself. He gets to play at half time for the Essondon vs. Melbourne game. Melbourne will lose. So mum'll be sad, but dad and Stephen'll be happy. I won't be anything because my team kicks ass. Go St. Kilda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he goes to cubs tonight, yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-2658059774469275303?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2658059774469275303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=2658059774469275303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/2658059774469275303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/2658059774469275303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/collapse.html' title='*collapse*'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-1968844210350938535</id><published>2009-06-16T20:53:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T20:57:39.619+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayings and other stuff.</title><content type='html'>I dunno, I'm bored, and I'm supposed to be in bed. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;Here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Latest survery shows that people with the most birthdays live the longest.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Duct tape is like the force. It has a light side, a dark side, and it holds the whole world together.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When you wish upon a shooting star, all your dreams will come true. Unless the star is really a meteor about to destroy the Earth. Then, you're pretty much dead no matter what you wish for.&lt;br /&gt;Unless it's death by meteor.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You can find tea in a tea cup, but you can't find world in a world cup.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Latest studdy shows that 3 out of 4 people make up 75% of the world's population.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-1968844210350938535?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1968844210350938535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=1968844210350938535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/1968844210350938535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/1968844210350938535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/sayings-and-other-stuff.html' title='Sayings and other stuff.'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-1546562148336925498</id><published>2009-06-15T12:49:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T12:52:10.475+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sick. Again...</title><content type='html'>=( I'm home sick. For the 5th time this year.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm breaking my 'being away from school record'. In grade 5 I was away 6 days because I was in hospital, so I need one more day away because I had one day off for the funeral.&lt;br /&gt;Well?&lt;br /&gt;Were you expecting more?&lt;br /&gt;I sure wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-1546562148336925498?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1546562148336925498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=1546562148336925498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/1546562148336925498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/1546562148336925498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-sick-again.html' title='I&apos;m sick. Again...'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-545329236589047959</id><published>2009-06-13T15:46:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T15:47:56.868+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>Lawl, Facebook. I just got my personalized URL, muahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;I got the one I wanted, too! Mostly because I was quick at getting in there. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, add me if I havn't already added you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/rachaelosborne"&gt;www.facebook.com/rachaelosborne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-545329236589047959?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/545329236589047959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=545329236589047959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/545329236589047959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/545329236589047959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-6874295228394323144</id><published>2009-06-12T16:00:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T15:48:56.181+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Soulmate!?</title><content type='html'>Carlie came over. It was pretty good. It was a little awkward at first, because I had only ever met her mum breifly befoer now, and that was almost half a year ago, yeah. And Carlie had only ever met my mum very breifly, at the same time I met hers, so it was a bit odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did some funny stuff, like putting through guys from our school on my 20Q. It was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;"Is it furry?"&lt;br /&gt;"Is it large?"&lt;br /&gt;"Does it have four legs?"&lt;br /&gt;We laughed so, so much. For my friend Andrew, it came up with "Is it a soulmate?" and I almost peed my pants because Carlie has a massive crush on Andrew. Hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's enough. I think I might go on a bike ride. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachael!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-6874295228394323144?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6874295228394323144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=6874295228394323144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/6874295228394323144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/6874295228394323144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/soulmate.html' title='Soulmate!?'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-684426755861578938</id><published>2009-06-12T09:52:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T10:01:51.279+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Stereotypes. Yeah, I'm doing because Ally told me too.</title><content type='html'>Here I goez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For people that hate stereotypes: If you think people should just shut up and stop, put this on your profile. (BOLD the ones you are.)&lt;br /&gt;I'm SKINNY, so I MUST be anorexic.&lt;br /&gt;I'm EMO, so I MUST cut my wrists.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a NEGRO so I MUST carry a gun.&lt;br /&gt;I'm BLONDE, so I MUST be a ditz&lt;br /&gt;I'm JAMAICAN so I MUST smoke weed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm HAITIAN so I MUST eat cat.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ASIAN, so I MUST be sexy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm JEWISH, so I MUST be greedy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm GAY, so I MUST have AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a LESBIAN, so I MUST have a sex-tape.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ARAB, so I MUST be a terrorist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a GAY RIGHTS SUPPORTER, so I WILL go to hell.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a CHRISTAN, so I MUST think gay people should go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;I'm RELIGIOUS, so I MUST shove my beliefs down your throat.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ATHEIST so I MUST hate the world.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a RELIGION, so I MUST be evil and have no morals.&lt;br /&gt;I'm REPUBLICAN, so I MUST not care about poor people.&lt;br /&gt;I'm DEMOCRAT, so I MUST not believe in being responsible.&lt;br /&gt;I am LIBERAL, so I MUST be gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm SOUTHERN, so I MUST be white trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I TAKE (or used to take) ANTI-DEPRESSANTS, so I MUST be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a GUY, so I MUST only want to get into your pants.&lt;br /&gt;I'm IRISH, so I MUST have a bad drinking problem.&lt;br /&gt;I'm INDIAN, so I MUST own a convenient store.&lt;br /&gt;I'm NATIVE AMERICAN, so I MUST dance around a fire screaming like a savage.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be a whore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a DANCER, So I must be stupid, stuck up, and a whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wear SKIRTS a lot, so I MUST be a slut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm a PUNK, so I MUST do drugs.&lt;br /&gt;I'm RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WEAR BLACK, so I MUST be a goth or emo.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a WHITE GIRL, so I MUST be a nagging, steal-your-money kind of girlfriend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm CUBAN, so I MUST spend my spare time rolling cigars.&lt;br /&gt;I'm NOT A VIRGIN, so I MUST be easy.&lt;br /&gt;I FELL IN LOVE WITH A MARRIED MAN, so I MUST be a home-wrecking whore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a TEENAGE MOM, so I MUST be an irresponsible slut.&lt;br /&gt;I'm POLISH, so I MUST wear my socks with my sandals.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ITALIAN, so I must have a "big one".&lt;br /&gt;I'm EGYPTIAN, so I must be a TERRORIST!&lt;br /&gt;I'm PRETTY, so I MUST not be a virgin.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE STRAIGHT A'S, so I MUST have no social life.&lt;br /&gt;I DYE MY HAIR CRAZY COLORS, so I MUST be looking for attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DRESS IN UNUSUAL WAYS so I MUST be looking for attention.&lt;br /&gt;I'm INTO THEATER &amp;amp; ART, so I MUST be a homosexual.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a VEGETARIAN, so I MUST be a crazy political activist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HAVE A BUNCH OF GUY FRIENDS, so I MUST be fucking them all.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A BUNCH OF GIRLS WHO ARE FRIENDS, so I MUST be a player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I have Big BOOBS, so I MUST be a hoe.&lt;br /&gt;I'm COLOMBIAN, so I MUST be a drug dealer.&lt;br /&gt;I WEAR WHAT I WANT, so I MUST be a poser.&lt;br /&gt;I'm RUSSIAN, so I MUST be cool and thats how Russians roll.&lt;br /&gt;I'm GERMAN, so I must be a Nazi.&lt;br /&gt;I hang out with GAYS, so I must be GAY TOO.&lt;br /&gt;I'm BRAZILIAN, so I MUST have a BIG BUTT.&lt;br /&gt;I'm PUERTO RICAN, so I MUST look good and be conceited.&lt;br /&gt;I'm SALVADORIAN, so I MUST be in MS 13.&lt;br /&gt;I'm POLISH, so I MUST be greedy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm HAWAIIAN so I MUST be lazy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm PERUVIAN, so I MUST like llamas.&lt;br /&gt;Im a STONER so I MUST be going in the wrong direction.&lt;br /&gt;Im a VIRGIN so I MUST be prude.&lt;br /&gt;Im STRAIGHT EDGE so I must be violent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a FEMALE GAMER, so I MUST be ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm BLACK so I MUST love fried chicken and kool-aid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a GIRL who actually EATS LUNCH, so I MUST be fat.&lt;br /&gt;I'm SINGLE so I MUST be ugly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a SKATER so I must do weed and steal stuff&lt;br /&gt;I'm a PUNK so I must only wear black and date only other punks&lt;br /&gt;I'm ASIAN so I must be a NERD that does HOMEWORK 24/7&lt;br /&gt;I'm CHRISTIAN so I MUST hate homosexuals.&lt;br /&gt;I'm MIXED so I must be screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm MUSLIM so I MUST be a terrorist.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in BAND, so I MUST be a dork.&lt;br /&gt;I'm BLACK so I MUST believe JESUS WUZ A BROTHA&lt;br /&gt;I'm MORMON so I MUST be perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm WHITE and have black friends so I MUST think I'm black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm GOTH so I MUST worship the devil.&lt;br /&gt;I'm HISPANIC, so I MUST be dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm NOT LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, so I MUST be a loser.&lt;br /&gt;I'm OVERWEIGHT, so I MUST have a problem with self control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm PREPPY, so I MUST shun those who don't wear Abercrombie &amp;amp; Hollister.&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a DANCE team, so I must be stupid, stuck up, and a whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm YOUNG, so I MUST be naive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm MEXICAN, so I MUST have hopped the border.&lt;br /&gt;I GOT A CAR FOR MY BIRTHDAY, so I MUST be a spoiled brat.&lt;br /&gt;I'm BLACK, so I MUST love watermelon&lt;br /&gt;I'm BI, so I MUST think every person I see is hot.&lt;br /&gt;I'm an ASIAN GUY, so I MUST have a small penis.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a GUY CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be gay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a PREP, so I MUST be rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't like the SUN so I MUST be an albino.&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of FRIENDS, so I MUST love to drink and party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I wear tight PANTS and I'm a guy, so I MUST be emo.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't hurt a FLY, So I MUST be a pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I support GAY RIGHTS, so I MUST fit in with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I hang out with teenage drinkers and smokers, so I MUST smoke and drink too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have ARTISTIC TALENT, so I MUST think little of those who don't.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to be in a BIG GROUP, so I MUST be anti-social.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a DIFFERENT sense of HUMOR, so I MUST be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I tell people OFF, so I MUST be an over controlling bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My hair gets GREASY a lot, so I MUST have no hygiene skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm DEFENSIVE, so I MUST be over controlling and a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm a NUDIST, so I MUST want everyone to see my boobs.&lt;br /&gt;I read Comics, so I MUST be a loser.&lt;br /&gt;I hang out with a FORMER PROSTITUTE so I MUST be a whore myself.&lt;br /&gt;I'm TEXAN so I MUST ride a horse&lt;br /&gt;I’m a CROSSDRESSER, so I must be homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I draw ANIME so I MUST be a freak&lt;br /&gt;I am a FANGIRL so I MUST be a crazy, obsessed stalker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I WATCH PORN so I MUST be perverted.&lt;br /&gt;I'm an ONLY CHILD so I MUST be spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm INTELLIGENT so I MUST be weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I am AMERICAN so I MUST be obese, loud-mouthed and arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;I'm WELSH so I MUST love sheep&lt;br /&gt;I'm SCOTTISH so I MUST have ginger hair and wear a skirts (It's actually called a kilt)&lt;br /&gt;I’m a YOUNG WRITER, so I MUST be emo.&lt;br /&gt;I’m CANADIAN, so I MUST talk with a funny accent.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a GUY, so I MUST ditch my pregnant girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I'm CANADIAN, so I MUST love hockey and beavers.&lt;br /&gt;I'm DISABLED, so I MUST be on Welfare.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a FEMINIST, so I MUST have a problem with sexuality and I want to castrate every man on the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a TEENAGER, so I MUST have a STEREOTYPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I WEAR A BIG SUNHAT when I go outside, so I MUST be stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I like BLOOD, so I must be a VAMPIRE.&lt;br /&gt;I'm an ALBINO, so I MUST be an evil person with mental abilities and is A MURDERER!&lt;br /&gt;I'm ENGLISH, so I MUST speak with either a cockney or a posh accent, love tea and cricket, and have bad teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m WHITE, so I MUST be responsible for everything going wrong on the planet: past, present, and future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I don't like YAOI or YURI, so I must be a HOMOPHOBE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m not the most POPULAR person in school, so I MUST be a loser&lt;br /&gt;I care about the ENVIRONMENT...I MUST be a tree hugging hippy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I have a FAN CHARACTER, so I MUST be an annoying Mary-sue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CHAT, I MUST be having cyber sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm PAGAN so I MUST sacrifice babies and drink the blood of virgins&lt;br /&gt;I'm PAGAN so I MUST worship Satan&lt;br /&gt;I'm CONSERVATIVE, so I MUST be against Abortion&lt;br /&gt;I'm SWEDISH so I MUST be a tall blond blue-eyed lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a LESBIAN so I MUST want to get with every single girl that I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like CARTOONS, so I MUST be IRRESPONSIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;I like READING, so I MUST be a LONER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I have my OWN spiritual ideology; therefore I MUST be WRONG or MISGUIDED.&lt;br /&gt;I am WICCAN, so I MUST be a SATANIST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DISAGREE with my government, so I MUST be a TERRORIST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I am a WITCH, so I MUST be and OLD HAG and fly on a broomstick.&lt;br /&gt;I love YAOI, so I MUST be GAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a PERSON, so I MUST be LABELED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I DON'T CURSE, so I MUST be an outcast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like GAMES, ANIME and COMICS, so I MUST be childish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm SWEDISH, therefore I MUST be WHITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SPOT GRAMMATICAL ERRORS, so I MUST be a pedantic bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm GOTHIC, so I MUST be mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m STRONG so I MUST be stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Australian so I MUST hunt crocodiles and talk to kangaroo’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I go to RENFAIRES, so I MUST talk weird, be a loser, and not be up with the times&lt;br /&gt;I’m GAY so I’m after EVERY straight guy around.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want a BOYFRIEND so I MUST be Lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;I'm NOT CHRISTIAN so I MUST just need converting.&lt;br /&gt;I love marching band, so I MUST be a friendless freak.&lt;br /&gt;I DRINK and SMOKE, so I MUST have no life.&lt;br /&gt;I am friends with a CUTTER, so I MUST be a CUTTER too.&lt;br /&gt;I cry easily, so I MUST be a wimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't help pointing out mistakes so I MUST be an over-controlling perfectionist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm a PERFECTIONIST so I MUST check everything ten times, then burst into tears at one mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DON’T LIKE to talk about my personal life so I MUST be having problems&lt;br /&gt;I like FIRE so I must be an arsonist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Please do your part to stop stereotypes.&lt;br /&gt;If you agree with me on how they need to stop, take the above section about it and replace it in your blog. Then bold the ones that you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Please do it. =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Rach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-684426755861578938?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/684426755861578938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=684426755861578938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/684426755861578938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/684426755861578938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/stereotypes-yeah-im-doing-because-ally.html' title='Stereotypes. Yeah, I&apos;m doing because Ally told me too.'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-6899560652802313504</id><published>2009-06-10T18:54:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:13:14.360+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha, whoops.</title><content type='html'>Today was pretty good, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;In English I was yelled at and moved and stuff so yeah. At lunch I had bin duty because my diary hadn't been signed. Again. In Italian I was told off for talking back, in art, well, I love art, so I'm good in it, and in PASE I kicked some guy in the shins so hard he had to be sent home. He was literally, lying on the floor bawling his eyes out.&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, on the good side of things, Carlie's coming over to my house Friday, it's report writing day, so no school! Tomorrow I have set painting for Archimedes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-6899560652802313504?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6899560652802313504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=6899560652802313504' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/6899560652802313504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/6899560652802313504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/haha-whoops.html' title='Haha, whoops.'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-1329560442810337698</id><published>2009-06-09T16:50:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T17:00:36.425+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bicycle! Bicycle! BICYCLE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehe, I'm listening to that song. Y'know, the one by Queen? Ah, whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I changed my blog settings and stuffs just before. So I changed the font colours and other stuff like that. And I chnaged my blog's title.. So don't think your at the wrong place, unless you accidentally showed up here with no intention of finding my insignificant blog of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because that is the most likely answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo, I like this avatar, and wanted to share it with you. My loyal audience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/Si4IRiSYbYI/AAAAAAAAAKs/-c0ZyIDKBy0/s1600-h/ICONATOR_54ba13ad6dd10dd695225278bbd0d8f4.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345218905090059650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/Si4IRiSYbYI/AAAAAAAAAKs/-c0ZyIDKBy0/s200/ICONATOR_54ba13ad6dd10dd695225278bbd0d8f4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't it just freaking awesome?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know. It so totally is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am running out of things to say..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm actually thinking really hard about this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I give up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Rach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-1329560442810337698?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1329560442810337698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=1329560442810337698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/1329560442810337698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/1329560442810337698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/bicycle-bicycle-bicycle.html' title='Bicycle! Bicycle! BICYCLE!'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/Si4IRiSYbYI/AAAAAAAAAKs/-c0ZyIDKBy0/s72-c/ICONATOR_54ba13ad6dd10dd695225278bbd0d8f4.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-7571220183304946065</id><published>2009-06-08T17:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T17:06:01.353+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Zac's birthday!</title><content type='html'>So I went to Zac's partay!&lt;br /&gt;It was good fun, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was eight 12 and 13 and 14 year olds, so give us a break.&lt;br /&gt;Zac got this hat we could all write on, so I took my time thinking about what to write. I wrote "HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZAC! ♥ Rachael (btw, Carlie says hi!)" and then a whole heap of smiley faces. xD&lt;br /&gt;And after everyone had written something to him, I wrote on the front of the peak, "ZAC WETS THE BED!!!!" and drew a circle around it and stuff. This kid Riley, he wrote "Zac is cool as" on the inside, so my friend Kristen crossed out cool and replaced it with gay. Haha. So then I decided to write "Zac has a gay yellow hat" next to that. And my mum said to me when she saw it, 'Rachael! That's a bit mean!' and I just laughed. Very, very hard. I thought I was gonna puke or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE GOT TO PLAY TWO GAMES OF LASER FORCE AND WE ALSO GOT TO USE THE BIG PETROL GO KARTS!&lt;br /&gt;=] I overlapped everyone. 3 times each. I just went as fast as I could the whole way. Nothing could stop me. Muahahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;And in Laser Force my shoes AND my shirt glowed in the UV lights, so I kept on getting shot. And then my stupid phaser wouldn't turn back on, and then I got rapid fire. Woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's a pretty good take on the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-7571220183304946065?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7571220183304946065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=7571220183304946065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/7571220183304946065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/7571220183304946065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/zacs-birthday.html' title='Zac&apos;s birthday!'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-5856814218504119021</id><published>2009-06-08T13:19:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T13:25:04.379+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghosts Of Girlfriends Past!</title><content type='html'>I saw that movie today. I loved it, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. It was fun. Me, Maddy, Chadas and Cody went.&lt;br /&gt;FWAAWOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheheheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to a party at Sidetracked in about half an hour. We're gonna play... LASER FORCE! OMG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-YouKnowWhoItIs,ForGod'sSake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-5856814218504119021?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5856814218504119021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=5856814218504119021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/5856814218504119021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/5856814218504119021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/ghosts-of-girlfriends-past.html' title='Ghosts Of Girlfriends Past!'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-2244529378711263843</id><published>2009-06-06T14:42:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T14:52:16.184+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Rawk Climbing!</title><content type='html'>Me and my dad went rock climbing today. We were there for an hour and a half.&lt;br /&gt;And I got a new lock for my locker, as my old one literally broke into two seperate pieces. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum and my brother are on a Cub camp at the moment. A SPY CAMP!! My mum only went because she's first aid trained and they needed a first aid officer. Hahaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry For You ~ September&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I put in the song I'm listening to. Why would you care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night me and my dad watched 2 movies! The Benchwarmers and Dodgeball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny quote from Dodgeball:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patches: If you can dodge a wrench, you can dodge a ball! *throws wrench*&lt;br /&gt;Peter (i think that's his name..): Is thata really necessary?&lt;br /&gt;Patches: Is it necessary for me to drink my own urine?&lt;br /&gt;Peter: I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;Patches: No it's not, but I do it anyway because it's sterile and I like the taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that bit. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Thursday I started painting backdrops for the school musical. Archimedes, woot.&lt;br /&gt;I got paint all over myself. And the jeans I were wearing were too small. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's about it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-2244529378711263843?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2244529378711263843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=2244529378711263843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/2244529378711263843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/2244529378711263843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/rawk-climbing.html' title='Rawk Climbing!'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-988351659169971589</id><published>2009-06-01T16:36:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T16:56:25.680+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Powerline flavoured shoes!</title><content type='html'>We threw some shoes onto a powerline today. Some shoes that were soaking wet on someone's nature strip, they'd been there for over a term.&lt;br /&gt;So we tied them together and I threw them onto the powerline, woot.&lt;br /&gt;And some random woman yelled at me to grow up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just got another friend to join BTT.. I deserve an award for this. xD&lt;br /&gt;Naw, I don't really mind it.&lt;br /&gt;But this friend is very.. loud. Look out BeTweenTalk.&lt;br /&gt;So yay! Now I have 7 refferals. xD Dani is the first kid from Chelt to join, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-988351659169971589?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/988351659169971589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=988351659169971589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/988351659169971589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/988351659169971589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/powerline-flavoured-shoes.html' title='Powerline flavoured shoes!'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-3771582020510367927</id><published>2009-05-29T19:43:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T19:49:23.727+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy old ute man</title><content type='html'>Today, walking to the bus stop, I had to cross the road. It was extremely busy, ok?&lt;br /&gt;So I crosed halfway, and waited in the middle of the road for the other side to clear out for a second or two. Then this crazy old guy in a ute stops, rolls down his window and says: "You f****** dickhead! Why are you doing that? I almost had to stop my goddamn car! What the f*** is your f****** problem? You f****** wank!"&lt;br /&gt;And I was kind of like, "Um, what? Sorry?" and just crossed the road, and began sprinting toward the bus stop. Omigod, it was funny when I told people. We all did a very rude sign at the creepy old guy when he drove past. Hahahahaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cracked the screen on my phone yesterday. On purpose, I really want a new one. And today, my friend Tiffany thre it at a wall, and it split into three pieces. The body of the phone, the back of the phone, and the battery. xD And it still worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I blogged! Again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-3771582020510367927?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3771582020510367927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=3771582020510367927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/3771582020510367927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/3771582020510367927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/crazy-old-ute-man.html' title='Crazy old ute man'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-2916689267499732579</id><published>2009-05-27T15:30:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T15:55:33.738+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaaahhhh #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we got back from the funeral like, 15 minutes ago. It was not as bad as I thought it would be. For me, at least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother was a blubbering mess within 10 minutes, my mum after 20, my dad after 30. I didn't cry at all. It made me feel really selfish. I don't know why, but I just couldn't cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then most people went off to the burial, and I went back to my grandma and grandpa's house to help set up for when everyone came back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then when everyone got back to the house, I was swamped with people saying how 'grown up' I was. I am not grown up. I have a 6 year old's face, and a 12 year old's body. It is ridiculous. But anyway, considering most of these people havn't seen me since I was like, 2, I think it's pretty fair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I started talking to my godmother and her sister, and weirdly got onto the subject of how it's really confusing when two people have the same name. And other stuff, like what my favourite subject is in school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there was a lot of speeking done on my family's part, my mum and my brotehr did one. My brother's took like, 25 seconds. But people were still complimenting him on it, hours afterward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/ShzT2CETMOI/AAAAAAAAAJg/HNSbD8PYfok/s1600-h/w_Ednas_90th_1143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340376183375868130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/ShzT2CETMOI/AAAAAAAAAJg/HNSbD8PYfok/s200/w_Ednas_90th_1143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was a whole movie thing with photos from G.G's (that's what we always called her, but her name's Edna) whole life. Apparently, I look like her from when she was younger, and my brother is supposedly the 'spitting image' of her son, our grandpa. There were photos of her on her 90th birthday, when she was 'Dame Edna' for the day. I think I might put a photo of her up. =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/ShzT2CETMOI/AAAAAAAAAJg/HNSbD8PYfok/s1600-h/w_Ednas_90th_1143.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's my great grandma, on her 90th birthday. *note the tiara*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She lived a long, fruitful life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has ridden elephants, flown over the Antarctic, sewn whole suits and even things as small as Barbie clothes for her grandaughter and her two great grandaughters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her favourite saying was originally "Aren't we lucky we all get along so well, when so many other families fight all the time?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeeeaaaahhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Rachael&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-2916689267499732579?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2916689267499732579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=2916689267499732579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/2916689267499732579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/2916689267499732579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/aaaaahhhh-2.html' title='Aaaaahhhh #2'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/ShzT2CETMOI/AAAAAAAAAJg/HNSbD8PYfok/s72-c/w_Ednas_90th_1143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-1150132714542117920</id><published>2009-05-27T08:17:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T08:18:52.845+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaaahhhh</title><content type='html'>We leave for the funeral in like, 5 minutes. I don't want to go. This jumper is really itchy. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i hope i don't cry too much. xP)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-1150132714542117920?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1150132714542117920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=1150132714542117920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/1150132714542117920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/1150132714542117920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/aaaaahhhh.html' title='Aaaaahhhh'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-6252953580464826112</id><published>2009-05-26T18:08:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T18:16:35.102+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My friend's blog! You should like, follow it!</title><content type='html'>WOO! Steph made a blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ilovebookanesepeoples.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ilovebookanesepeoples.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-6252953580464826112?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6252953580464826112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=6252953580464826112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/6252953580464826112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/6252953580464826112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-friends-blog-you-should-like-follow.html' title='My friend&apos;s blog! You should like, follow it!'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-5638843000018610090</id><published>2009-05-26T16:15:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:20:48.234+10:00</updated><title type='text'>haha, I was a rebel today.</title><content type='html'>I got in trouble a lot today. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Periods 1 &amp;amp; 2: Double geography. I was moved for talking too much.&lt;br /&gt;RECESS!: I was told off for throwing mandarin at the wall. Boy, was that fun.&lt;br /&gt;Periods 3 &amp;amp; 4: Double science. I was yelled at for squealing at the animals inside jars. *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH!: Yelled at because I was messing about. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Period 5: Italian. I was put on the 'consiquences' side of the board for carrying on and talking too loudly and talkinmg back to the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Period 6: English. Within 20 minutes I had been busted twice for having gum. I got a lunchtime detention for tomorrow, which is really funny 'cause I'm not gonna be at school because of the funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my day. I hope you enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-rachael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-5638843000018610090?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5638843000018610090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=5638843000018610090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/5638843000018610090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/5638843000018610090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/haha-i-was-rebel-today.html' title='haha, I was a rebel today.'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-8400972770269877745</id><published>2009-05-25T17:47:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T17:49:23.491+10:00</updated><title type='text'>and *sigh*</title><content type='html'>I just realsied how much I really miss my friends. the friends I've had since I was 5 or 6, or whenever, really.&lt;br /&gt;Me and my new-er friends just don't click as well as me and Meg and Steph and Rhiannon, for example. *sighsighsigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-YouKnowWhoItIs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-8400972770269877745?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8400972770269877745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=8400972770269877745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/8400972770269877745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/8400972770269877745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-sigh.html' title='and *sigh*'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-8910595435206285866</id><published>2009-05-25T16:52:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T17:08:19.323+10:00</updated><title type='text'>RILEY YOU NACHO FACE</title><content type='html'>Riley Evans. You are a rat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people may know him as magpie off BTT.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, if I could give him a ban or something for this, I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were chatting, la-di-da, everything's great and then he out of the blue says 'Your hot', which for me is quite surprising.&lt;br /&gt;So then I say I'm gona go have a shower, and somehow he finds the 'wrong' side in that, and tells me off for saying it, which is just ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;So then when I get back, he's just like, "I hate you" and I ask "why?' as most people would.&lt;br /&gt;So he says this; "Your a slut. Go away and never talk to me again, you cow."&lt;br /&gt;And then he called me something even worse, swore a lot, and logged out. I've deleted him from my phone contacts and my Yahoo and MSN contacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just heard the song 'This Boy's In Love' by The Presets, and just started crying because, well I don't really know. But yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my great grandma's funeral is Wednesday. I get the day off school, which is good. I'll probably be not too great when I get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-8910595435206285866?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8910595435206285866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=8910595435206285866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/8910595435206285866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/8910595435206285866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/riley-you-nacho-face.html' title='RILEY YOU NACHO FACE'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-4877488319522856417</id><published>2009-05-24T17:09:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:10:36.419+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I got a hat, and felt I needed to tell you.</title><content type='html'>I just posted this on &lt;a href="http://ustwolosers.blogspot.com/"&gt;Racha-Stara-Jello&lt;/a&gt;, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got a hat! With ear flap things! I &lt;3 it muchly. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-4877488319522856417?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4877488319522856417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=4877488319522856417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/4877488319522856417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/4877488319522856417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-got-hat-and-felt-i-needed-to-tell-you.html' title='I got a hat, and felt I needed to tell you.'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-5446271309578785995</id><published>2009-05-23T08:43:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T08:44:53.801+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday, mum.</title><content type='html'>My mum turns 43 today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUM! (even though you won't see this..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-5446271309578785995?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5446271309578785995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=5446271309578785995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/5446271309578785995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/5446271309578785995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-mum.html' title='Happy birthday, mum.'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-1914920166869989742</id><published>2009-05-22T22:04:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T22:08:50.379+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Some jerk..</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, there was this jerk having a go at one of my friends I go up and tell him to piss off, basically.&lt;br /&gt;His response? Well, he punched me in the gut. Really, really hard. And this was out of the school grounds, after school, so I can't really tell the school anything about it, because they'll just brush it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, he had a go at one of my other friends, and I slapped him. Really hard, right across the face. Oh, it felt good.&lt;br /&gt;And then he called one girl some horrible name (involing a heckofalot of swearing) and she pushed him over, and somehow he broke his leg, from falling over. After a girl pushed him.&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna be the coolest guy, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-1914920166869989742?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1914920166869989742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=1914920166869989742' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/1914920166869989742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/1914920166869989742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-jerk.html' title='Some jerk..'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-5607574497009136496</id><published>2009-05-21T21:55:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:56:35.996+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Mkaa..</title><content type='html'>My great grandma just died about 4 hours ago, so yeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect me to be happy, or anything. Because I really, really don't feel like anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-5607574497009136496?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5607574497009136496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=5607574497009136496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/5607574497009136496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/5607574497009136496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/mkaa.html' title='Mkaa..'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-7875442123670228856</id><published>2009-05-21T14:49:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T14:49:50.505+10:00</updated><title type='text'>HI</title><content type='html'>IM AT SCHOOL. YEAH. MY TEACHER IS COMING. CRAAAAAPPP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-7875442123670228856?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7875442123670228856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=7875442123670228856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/7875442123670228856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/7875442123670228856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/hi.html' title='HI'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-8215077283199324260</id><published>2009-05-19T12:23:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T13:51:47.240+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm home. Sick.</title><content type='html'>So I'm home. Moping around doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;All my friends are at school, it's like 9 or 10 PM in the US and I can't be bothered trying to work out what it is for the UK or Ireland.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to go get a movie to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-8215077283199324260?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8215077283199324260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=8215077283199324260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/8215077283199324260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/8215077283199324260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-home-sick.html' title='I&apos;m home. Sick.'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-316756793430545431</id><published>2009-05-17T10:01:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T10:04:35.170+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegemite!</title><content type='html'>A poem Jerrica wrote on Vegemite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Vegemite, vegemite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What the hell are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Are you a tree in the wild?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Or a tasty stew?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I have no idea what goes on down there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Just a bunch of people riding kangaroos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;While spooning a spoonful of vegemite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And wearing those Birkenstock shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Their crazy accents must be a result&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Of a mouthful of vegemite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Because if they really spoke English at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;They'd say the words right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I laughed so, so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-316756793430545431?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/316756793430545431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=316756793430545431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/316756793430545431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/316756793430545431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/vegemite.html' title='Vegemite!'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-1213882637590861550</id><published>2009-05-16T11:16:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T11:29:15.519+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I have fallen into a small hole and don't really want to get out.</title><content type='html'>I just found out my great grandma has less than 4 days left to live, so I'm sorry if I seem distant or anything, it's nothing about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum asked if I wanted to go see her, but to be honest, I havn't really wanted to go see her for a few months, a year at the most. It's so depressing to talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;She can't remember who we are or why we're there. The last time I saw her she asked how old I was 6 or 7 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.. This is gonna be my first funeral. So idk..&lt;br /&gt;And right now I feel extremely confused. I wanna burst into tears one second, then I want to yell at someone. And when I do want to cry, I can't. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-1213882637590861550?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1213882637590861550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=1213882637590861550' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/1213882637590861550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/1213882637590861550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-falleninot-small-hole-and-dont.html' title='I have fallen into a small hole and don&apos;t really want to get out.'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-9021564767480230473</id><published>2009-05-15T18:08:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T18:18:41.843+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My mum complains about EVERYTHING.</title><content type='html'>She really does. I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me off today because a pair of jeans I got LAST YEAR don't fit anymore. As if they'd fit me now, they're at least one size too small for me!&lt;br /&gt;She just told me off then because I was angry at her for telling me of for every single thing I do.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't stand like that!"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't use that tone of voice with me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after she's finished yelling at me, she acts like it was &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; yelling at her and she's the victim.&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me want to go and jump off the roof. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going on a Scout camp next weekend, and I have to bring my own food. No biggy, right?&lt;br /&gt;It is with my mum around.&lt;br /&gt;"Take this drink bottle!"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't use that food, it's dumb!"&lt;br /&gt;"Air out your sleeping bag for a while!"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't forget to find your bedroll!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then while I'm telling her, in a very nice tone, how my leader has no idea how to use grammar and therefore the notice doesn't make any sense, she calls me an idiot and tells me to go and do homework or something. So I came up here and am now listening to Katy Perry and blogging this blog. (aswell as doing some homework)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God it's Friday? Yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-9021564767480230473?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/9021564767480230473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=9021564767480230473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/9021564767480230473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/9021564767480230473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-mum-complains-about-everything.html' title='My mum complains about EVERYTHING.'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-3294521914865592851</id><published>2009-05-14T15:55:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:19:56.178+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff..</title><content type='html'>Well, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we got out of school at 2:30 instead of 3:10! YAYS!&lt;br /&gt;And I was in a very... strange mood today. I was a little on the &lt;em&gt;insane&lt;/em&gt; side this afternoon, lol.&lt;br /&gt;*and I threw a banana at the wall*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAPLAN finished today! Yesssssssss!&lt;br /&gt;We had two maths tests today. Calculator allowed and no calculators.&lt;br /&gt;I was the send to finish in both, lol. All the other tests I was the first. Except writing, because I suck at writing. Real bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, I have to write a two minute speech on Scouts tonight. xP I'ev asked my friends to let me use their Scout shirts and scarves, and I'm gonna bring in my own. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I will be a laughing stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-3294521914865592851?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3294521914865592851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=3294521914865592851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/3294521914865592851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/3294521914865592851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/stuff.html' title='Stuff..'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-6464940923383394377</id><published>2009-05-13T20:34:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:39:32.323+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Techniques to Calm Down!</title><content type='html'>I did this in art a while ago, since we have a very hyper class, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;17 Ways To Calm Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Scribble on a piece of paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;EXERCISE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Read a book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Drink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LIVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Calm down. (duh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Scream into a pillow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eat a cookie. (or a person..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JUMP UP AND DOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hit your head so you get amnesia. ((don't ask where I got THAT from, lol))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Space out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Draw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Take some deeeeeep breaths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;DANCE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. 17 foolproof ways to calm yourself down. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachael (again)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-6464940923383394377?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6464940923383394377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=6464940923383394377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/6464940923383394377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/6464940923383394377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/techniques-to-calm-down.html' title='Techniques to Calm Down!'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-2524160762564989218</id><published>2009-05-13T16:47:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T17:25:44.663+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Changed my URL..</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I've moved my blog. It &lt;em&gt;used&lt;/em&gt; to be at &lt;a href="http://rachajello.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://rachajello.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;, but if you click that, nothing will come up except a message from Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I am now at &lt;a href="http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Woo!&lt;br /&gt;I only changed it so that people like my *cough* parents *cough* couldn't read my blog unless they had the patience to Google my username or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I had a pretty crappy day, except I was asked to help paint the backdrops for the school play. I agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachael (I'm getting sick of doing the Rachajello thing..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-2524160762564989218?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2524160762564989218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=2524160762564989218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/2524160762564989218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/2524160762564989218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/changed-my-url.html' title='Changed my URL..'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-2812736738862617045</id><published>2009-05-11T20:59:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:03:08.821+10:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG</title><content type='html'>I GOT THE COMMENTS TO WORK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRY IT, I DARE YA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I took some photos today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Rachajello•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/SggFa7-jUII/AAAAAAAAAHs/h-r9CbNILZY/s1600-h/P5110065.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/SggFa7-jUII/AAAAAAAAAHs/h-r9CbNILZY/s1600-h/P5110065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334519718955143298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/SggFa7-jUII/AAAAAAAAAHs/h-r9CbNILZY/s320/P5110065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-2812736738862617045?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2812736738862617045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=2812736738862617045' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/2812736738862617045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/2812736738862617045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/omfg.html' title='OMFG'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/SggFa7-jUII/AAAAAAAAAHs/h-r9CbNILZY/s72-c/P5110065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-8864383380175963051</id><published>2009-05-11T09:00:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T09:06:03.209+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Lawel. (not really)</title><content type='html'>No, not lawel at all. JSYK- Lawel is a joke me and Jamie have. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Mother's day, right? Well, we went out for lunch with my nan. At a really nice resturaunt...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after we had eaten lunch, we went for a walk next to the beach. And the was a stone wall, which wasn't very high, so I tried doing a scissor-kick jump onto it. Baaaaaaaaad idea.&lt;br /&gt;Mt foot clipped the corner of the wall, making me scrape my side on the wall, and then landing on my head in the sand, and finally all my body weight going on my neck.&lt;br /&gt;Ouchies. :(&lt;br /&gt;So now I have a splitting headache and a really, REALLY sore neck. Mum thinks I might have whiplash. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, me and Star made a blog together. I've posted twice, but she hasn't posted yet. Oh well. Knock yourself out. &lt;a href="http://ustwolosers.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ustwolosers.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Rachajello•&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-8864383380175963051?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8864383380175963051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=8864383380175963051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/8864383380175963051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/8864383380175963051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/lawel-not-really.html' title='Lawel. (not really)'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-3790372486560991818</id><published>2009-05-10T09:06:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T09:09:40.388+10:00</updated><title type='text'>EMMA'S REACTION TO AFL</title><content type='html'>Today Emma found out about Australian Rules Football.&lt;br /&gt;Here is her funny AS reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma: AFL?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hang on..&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;a href="http://www.afl.com.au/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.afl.com.au/ &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma: AUSSIES PLAY FUTBOL?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Different type, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Emma: Omg. Accents AND sports. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY FOR AFL! *dances*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Rachajello•&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-3790372486560991818?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3790372486560991818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=3790372486560991818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/3790372486560991818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/3790372486560991818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/emmas-reaction-to-afl.html' title='EMMA&apos;S REACTION TO AFL'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-485890380527572978</id><published>2009-05-09T19:59:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T20:10:53.272+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaywalking</title><content type='html'>Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So every morning I catch the bus right? I have to walk aaaaaall the way down this busy road to get to my stop. I used to walk down there, cross at the lights and then get on the bus. But not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have I by any chance, metioned the crucial fact that I am extremely accident prone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some accidents I have been in/almost been in:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost been in many, many car accidents.&lt;br /&gt;I have fallen 100 metres down a very steep, rocky slope and got my torso wedged between 2 rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Had concussion mutiple times.&lt;br /&gt;Almost cut my hand off.&lt;br /&gt;Broken a toe by kicking a lane rope in a pool.&lt;br /&gt;Broken a finger playing basketball.&lt;br /&gt;Almost got speared with a javeline.&lt;br /&gt;Slipped on concrete while running in the school grounds.&lt;br /&gt;And many, many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So crossing this very busy road is NOT, I reapeat, NOT a good idea with my track record.&lt;br /&gt;So, every morning, Monday to Friday, I run across Warrigal road. I suppose you could call it jaywalking, why wouldn't you? It's exactly what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my blog for today. Blar to you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Rachajello•&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-485890380527572978?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/485890380527572978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=485890380527572978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/485890380527572978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/485890380527572978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/jaywalking.html' title='Jaywalking'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-134985327908795055</id><published>2009-05-09T12:37:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T12:39:41.408+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to a praty!</title><content type='html'>LOL, praty. It's a little joke I have with my friend Kristen. She wrote "ROCK THIS PRATY" instead of "ROCK THIS PARTY" on a sign. Hahaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm going to a party. My friend Eleanor's 13th to be exact. I'll give you details sometime later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Rachajello•&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-134985327908795055?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/134985327908795055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=134985327908795055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/134985327908795055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/134985327908795055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/going-to-praty.html' title='Going to a praty!'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-2227562010868827571</id><published>2009-05-05T16:29:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T16:53:48.950+10:00</updated><title type='text'>EEEEEWWWW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I had to do bin duty. *groan*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bin duty is where you walk around the year 7 area at our school with a bucket and a pair of tongs, and pick up rubbish on the ground. Real fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I got bin duty because I forgot to get my mum to sign my diary. *headdesk* Even though I havn't had it signed ONCE in a term and a bit, it's not my fault I keep forgetting! Sheesh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And btw, bin duty is just an EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWW-ish job, kay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Radio ~ Smashmouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm doing a research project for textiles on Converse. Yay? Well, it is yay because I absolutely LOVE Converse. But it's not a yay because I loathe textiles and the teacher we have. She says it's OUR fault she's so mean. I doubt that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;QUOTES FROM OTHER KIDS THAT HAVE MY TEXTILES TEACHER FOR VARIOUS SUBJECTS: (ha, looooooongness)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jess: She is such a *place bad word of your choice here* when we have health with her! I just wanna go and kick her in the shins so hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Connor: Oh I hate that old *bad word*, she just yells at us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maddy: Do I really have to answer? You know I hate her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So there, Ms.IHateYouGuysBecauseChildrenMadeMeAnEvilPerson!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I D E W 2 L U ~ Sneaky Sound System&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today in LOTE (lol, it's always in LOTE) I sat next to my friend Gerry. We kept on writing signs with random Italian and French words and then 'ZOMG!!!!!!!!' in purdy colours. And then we wrotre on that said 'Whatcha lookin' at? Huh, punk? Consiquences for you!!' because we have a "consiquences" board, where your name is witten if you were disruptive or whatever. I have been on there. Many, many times. Tee hee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways, Signor Goode (ROFL) told us that the signs were very distracting fopr the whole class, when we were at the back where nobody could see us anyway. As he said that, everyone turned around to read the sign. After all that we wrote a sign that said in REALLLLLLLLYY BIG letters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;'MI DISPIACHE SIGNOR GOODE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Translation= We're sorry Mr. Goode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;FROM RACHAEL AND GERRY'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So then Mr. Goode walks over and says "I accept your apology girls, but you shouldn't be writing such distracting signs, okay?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And just to be all Italian-like we said 'Si, Signor Goode!' x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hook Me Up ~ The Veronicas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I was told off by my science teacher today. For tapping on the table with my pink-pig-shaped rubber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;•Rachajello•&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-2227562010868827571?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2227562010868827571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=2227562010868827571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/2227562010868827571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/2227562010868827571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/eeeeewwww.html' title='EEEEEWWWW'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-3489076957198940869</id><published>2009-05-03T16:59:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T17:21:50.101+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately..</title><content type='html'>Hello world of the interwebz. (YAY! I said hello!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I've been musing about how small we really are. Some people may think that the solar system is it - there's no more after it. But I know that isn't true, and It's got my brain attempting to figure some of it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waste ~ SmashMouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In science, exact quote:&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: So there could be a whole other world out there, just like Earth!&lt;br /&gt;Friend: But I thought the Solar System was all one little box and it didn't go any further after?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *headdesk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I've begun thinking about how there could possibly be another person, who looks just like me, typing a blog just like this, in some strange parrallel universe of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;Because really and truly that wouldn't surprise me a whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe our lives are gonna be like it is in Knowing, they'll wait until the end of the world and then take some children away that are going to have to rebuild pretty much the universe, but on a different planet. Now THAT would be creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The National Anthem ~ Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been wondering -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would happen &lt;em&gt;if&lt;/em&gt; the world did actually end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't be anything like what happens in Knowing, because there's only like, a 0.5 percent chance of extra-terretrials exsisting, and if they did, how would we know they'd come and save the human race? Why would they even bother?&lt;br /&gt;So many questions to be answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Rachajello•&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-3489076957198940869?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3489076957198940869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=3489076957198940869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/3489076957198940869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/3489076957198940869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/lately.html' title='Lately..'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-3841406633296078174</id><published>2009-05-03T13:43:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T13:47:33.722+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Redness</title><content type='html'>I have too many red belongings. Seriously..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my mouse pad is red. It's making me feel mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Rachajello•&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-3841406633296078174?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3841406633296078174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=3841406633296078174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/3841406633296078174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/3841406633296078174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/redness.html' title='Redness'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-3636587692950952773</id><published>2009-04-30T16:14:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T16:27:29.390+10:00</updated><title type='text'>2 FREAKING DEGREES!?</title><content type='html'>Today, when I woke up it was zero degrees Celsius. When I walked to the bus stop, in my thin AS P.E uniform and jumper, it was 2 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;RIDICULOUS!&lt;br /&gt;I think that that's the coldest I've ever experienced. Also, after I got off the bus, I bought a hot chocolate, okay? I tryed drinking it, and because my mouth was cold thanks to the freezing air, I burnt my tounge straight away. But I didn't care. I kept drinking it like an alcoholic would keep drinking wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touchdown Turnaround ~ HelloGoodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had P.E when it was like, 5 degrees. Cold. Very, very cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO BLAR TO YOU, P.E TEACHER! *shakes fist*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I can't be bothered typing. And Thursday ois my favourite day of the week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Rachajello•&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-3636587692950952773?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3636587692950952773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=3636587692950952773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/3636587692950952773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/3636587692950952773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/04/2-freaking-degrees.html' title='2 FREAKING DEGREES!?'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-9143387021773469164</id><published>2009-04-29T17:11:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T17:41:06.684+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I mean, what can I say?</title><content type='html'>Today was very... Wednesday-ish. I wonder why?&lt;br /&gt;OH! *slaps forehead* Today was Wednesday! DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;StarStruckk ~ 3OH!3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my blog layout. You like it? I havn't tested comments yyet though, and no, I don't need to turn on a setting for them to work. I've tryed that. They are ON, so idk what's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I tryed it, they don't work. So please don't hurt me for not having my comments working! *cowers in fear*&lt;br /&gt;LOL, I know you won't but still.&lt;br /&gt;Today we had Italian. It was very funny. I think we drove the teacher bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jamie... Sincerely Me ~ HelloGoodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we had this &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; old sub teacher for LOTE today. She called me GEORGE. My name is RACHAEL. How the HELL do you get George out of Rachael? Stupid old person. She didn't even know any Italian!&lt;br /&gt;And just to annoy her, we kept making really loud noises, like growls and stuff, and when she'd say "What? What was that?" we would say, "Oh, we didn't hear anything. Are you feeling alright?"&lt;br /&gt;And that, is how we drove her bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How We Roll ~ Alvin &amp;amp; The Chipmunks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also today, after LOTE, we broke a window. Accidentally, of course.&lt;br /&gt;So, Mitchell and Cameron were standing behind me, talking, when suddenly Mitch drops his stuff and ducks down. I turn around in time to see Cameron duck, Nicki gasp, and an apple whiz past my face, through the window. And guess who threw it? Nicki, of course.&lt;br /&gt;He's one of those guys who rely on their hair and completely fake attitude throughout their whole life. I hate people like that.&lt;br /&gt;So, we had a broken window from recess 'til lunch. Nicki has gotten some afterschool detentions, I think.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid child. And yes, I can say he's a child, he's like, two months younger than me.&lt;br /&gt;And even if he was older than me I'd still say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RichMan ~ 3OH!3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had PASE today too. PASE is pretty much P.E, except it's in houses and it's only for year 7's.&lt;br /&gt;We've finished the bit where we're in houses, but now we're in teams for badminton and ping pong.&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; of us are.&lt;br /&gt;There's also dancing, soccer and AFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! Another thing! It was cold ALL DAY TODAY. And yesterday too! It hasn't been like this since... uhm.. I can't remember. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;So I could actually wear my jumper comfortably all day. Because the white shirts we have to wear with our uniform are pretty much see-through, us girls have to keep our jumpers on pretty much all day. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12_26 ~ Kimya Dawson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Charlotte and Sabrina (they're twins) bought me a hot chocolate from the servo near my bus stop! It kept me warm. I'm gonna take my own money for one tomorrow. Yummeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Rachajello•&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-9143387021773469164?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/9143387021773469164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=9143387021773469164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/9143387021773469164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/9143387021773469164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-mean-what-can-i-say.html' title='I mean, what can I say?'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-7641184962538163792</id><published>2009-04-28T17:09:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T17:37:37.862+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Soooo</title><content type='html'>I know how Alexis and Mury got banned, whilst most don't I won't say why, but let's just say they really have nobody to blame but themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Lex is not very happy with that statement of mine. She was quite mad at me, but I don't care. She was blaming all the people I care about. I yealled, she cried. But it was all for the better.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, she was crying because I was making her think about what she'd done, and it was making her feel really guilty about what she had done.&lt;br /&gt;Exact words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I say:&lt;br /&gt;Hellooo. What are you sad about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ballerinaal says:&lt;br /&gt;Just a sec&lt;br /&gt;ballerinaal says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bloggeroonies.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-depressed.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://bloggeroonies.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-depressed.html &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ballerinaal says:&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;ballerinaal says:&lt;br /&gt;I know it's my anger talking, but I hate BTT. GAH!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ballerinaal says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm unbanned but still.&lt;br /&gt;ballerinaal says:&lt;br /&gt;No mod-ness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I say:&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;I say:&lt;br /&gt;I havn't seen yet, but I know.&lt;br /&gt;I say:&lt;br /&gt;How can you hate Skyesmom!?&lt;br /&gt;I say:&lt;br /&gt;Or Holly!??&lt;br /&gt;I say:&lt;br /&gt;OR TINKERBELL!???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ballerinaal says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;ballerinaal says:&lt;br /&gt;CALM DOWN!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I say:&lt;br /&gt;It's not their fault. You should know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ballerinaal says:&lt;br /&gt;How is it mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I say:&lt;br /&gt;Yours AND Mury's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ballerinaal says:&lt;br /&gt;I hate everyone right now.&lt;br /&gt;ballerinaal says:&lt;br /&gt;You're going to make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I say:&lt;br /&gt;I was actually really, really angry and upset when I found out about you being banned wasn't a glitch in the system.&lt;br /&gt;I say:&lt;br /&gt;Becasue that's waht a lot of people thought it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ballerinaal says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm angry at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I say:&lt;br /&gt;They couldn't believe that you and Mury, of all people, would get banned.&lt;br /&gt;I say:&lt;br /&gt;Fine then! Be angry at me! Just don't blame it all on other people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then some other stuff that I shouldn't really post because it involves *secret mod things* that I can't mention to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lex asked me to post this on BTT and I will, but I will post it here too.&lt;br /&gt;She says sorry.&lt;br /&gt;And not sorry like, 'Oh I'm sorry I stepped on your foot.' sorry, sorry as in '*sobs* I'm sorry! Really and truely!' sorry. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Rachajello•&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-7641184962538163792?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7641184962538163792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=7641184962538163792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/7641184962538163792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/7641184962538163792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/04/soooo.html' title='Soooo'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-2380914571384730920</id><published>2009-04-27T15:10:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T15:11:17.234+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M AT SCHOOL RIGHT NOW. :O</title><content type='html'>So yeah, I'm at school. MADDY SAYS HI EVERYBODY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-2380914571384730920?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2380914571384730920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=2380914571384730920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/2380914571384730920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/2380914571384730920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-at-school-right-now-o.html' title='I&apos;M AT SCHOOL RIGHT NOW. :O'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-1537779462895231978</id><published>2009-04-26T08:33:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T09:01:09.588+10:00</updated><title type='text'>RAWR</title><content type='html'>Today is my brother's 9th birthday. Oh joy!&lt;br /&gt;Pssh, yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I feel like doing a little recount of my life like Jamie and Emma. Becasue I want to. And I'm ored, and I don't wanna clean my roomn or look for pictures of Pluto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born on October 31st, 1996. My mum was 30 and my dad was 31. We live in Victoria, Australia, and still do. When I was 2 1/2, I was the flowergirl for my aunty's wedding. We have it on tape.&lt;br /&gt;In 1999, I started 3-year-old kinderarten. I made some friends, one of which I am still in contact with.&lt;br /&gt;On the 26th of April, 2000, my little brother, Stephen, was born. That was the year I did 4-year-old kinder.&lt;br /&gt;Also in that year, we knocked down our house and began building another. I can vaugly remember what our old house looked like, and now the only way I can really tell I have it right is in videos or photos.&lt;br /&gt;We moved into a rental house, anf stayed there for about 15-18 months. Stephen's 1st birthday was there.&lt;br /&gt;In 2001 (i think), we moved into our new house.&lt;br /&gt;When 2002 came along, it was time for me to go to primary school.&lt;br /&gt;2003, grade 1, 2004, grade 2, 2005, grade 3, and then 2006. Grade 4. That was the year my mum started working at my school, as the librarian. It was mid term 2, I think. I started going to afterschool care everynight, except Wednesday, 'cause it was mum's day off.&lt;br /&gt;I was accused by some kids that I only came becasue I was a loner, and needed more friends.&lt;br /&gt;I attepted to play football with the boys, but they wouldn't let me get the ball, and they tackled me so hard that I would come home limping, covered in bruises. This went on until I got into grade 5. That year, mum found out we were allowed to stay in the library with her after school, if we wished. We did, and we just played on the computers in the multimedia room for an hour everyday. I could never have friends come over to my house after school, becasue I was in the library with mum. And I had too much homework to go over to anybody else's house.&lt;br /&gt;I began riding my bike to and from school. I would be home before mum and Stephen, so I had the house to myself for half an hour almost every afternoon. Mum continued working, and everything semed fine. But then, in term 3, I was sick. Like, really sick. As in, 'we'll need to admit you inot the hospital' sick. So, for 2 nights in a row, I was in the ER with my mum, for a total of almost 12 hours. The doctors thought I had appendisitis, so I had to stay in hospital for a night. The wouldn't let me eat anything. Apple juice and ice-cream, that was it. I had me DS with me, but I couldn't play it, as I had needles in each hand. At night I got so homesick they had to call my mum and she came and stayed with me. I was diagnosed with lymphadenitis, adn got to go home. I just had to take A LOT of painkillers.&lt;br /&gt;2007 was just suddenly gone. In the blink of an eye. All of my older friends had gone to high school, leaving me with all the other to-be grade 6's.&lt;br /&gt;There had been a student teacher in my class for 2007. He was my teacher in grade 6. He was the first male teacher I'd ever had. He was friends with my mum, and one of my friends, Alysha, her mum was a teacher too. So our teacher was friends with her aswell. He always seemed to single us out from eveyone else, go on us especially hard if we had done something wrong. &lt;em&gt;Apparently, &lt;/em&gt;it was so it didn't look like he was favouring us because he knew our parents.&lt;br /&gt;Then graduation. I had to do two different speeches, so I was really nervous, but I did okay.&lt;br /&gt;My great-grandma is still alive, so I've never been to a funeral, but unfortunatly I know how it all works, thanks to Scouts. It's really sad to go and see my great-gandmother anyway, she has no idea who we are.&lt;br /&gt;And now to the present day. I'm in my 2nd term of high school, and not enjoying it at all. I get LOADS of homework, and I don't get to see my friends from my old school that much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... that's about it...&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that was like, half an hour of my life wasted. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Rachajello•&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-1537779462895231978?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1537779462895231978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=1537779462895231978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/1537779462895231978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/1537779462895231978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/04/rawr.html' title='RAWR'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-6780380512942829312</id><published>2009-04-25T16:38:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T17:03:05.175+10:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAR-GRAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today is ANZAC day. Blar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And tomorrow is my brother's birthday. Grar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Touchdown Turnaround ~ HelloGoodbye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today, I had a rather large convo with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://twjamies.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jamie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; on Y!M. Even though I was technically on eBuddy, but w/e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was actually asked by my friend Alina to blog today. Apparently my blogs on BeTweenTalk are 'brilliantly awesome'. Now I know what Laura means by a compliment that makes you feel good about yourself for a month and a half. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Also tomorrow, it's the first Auskick for the season. Auskick is an AFL prgram for kids, pretty much. I did it when I was in grade 1, which began my love for footy. This year is Stephen's fourth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smellyalata ~ Nevershoutnever!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay, so I just wanna say one thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;NOBODY SAY THAT JAMIE'S ANOREXIC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She isn't! Sheesh! And don't think that Jamie put me up to saying that, because she didn't. All me there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(and i didn't even have to MEET her to know that!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Richman ~ 3OH!3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me and Dumbina came up with some more inside jokes today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;IMADOGGY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*hig fives*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yeah... weird in your opinions, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me and Fiona started talking again today. Last year, mine and Fi's friendship fell apart, as she had used me as a way to become *cool*, which ended up backfiring on her. So she was considered one of my best friends, and suddenly she dropped me like a hot potato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But about half an hour ago we were talking as if nothing had ever happened. It was good. We talked about school and stuff, like we used to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hot n' Cold ~ Katy Perry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apparently&lt;/em&gt;, yesterday was Friendship day. Oopsie. I got a text from my friend Renae saying this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friends are like balloons. Once you let go, you can't get them back. So I'm gonna tie you to my heart so I'll never lose you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy Friendship day! Send this to all your friends including me if you treat me as one. If you get four back, then you have great friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I sent it to almost all the people in my contacts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Andrew, Meg, Carlie, Tori, Steph and back to Renae, as she is one of my besties. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was gonna send it to Maddy, but her phone's stuffed up, so I didn't bother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I got three back. :( Darn. Carlie, Tori and Andrew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bendable Poseable ~ Hot Chip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I know, I know. My comments STILL don't work. I'm working on it, okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Also, last night I added a few [HAH] songs to my playlist. I now have, uh, 105. *sheepish grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Listen to my music! It rocks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;•Rachajello•&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-6780380512942829312?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6780380512942829312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=6780380512942829312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/6780380512942829312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/6780380512942829312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/04/blar-grar.html' title='BLAR-GRAR'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-2481643259691984607</id><published>2009-04-25T10:26:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T10:28:33.242+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Since it won't let me comment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;14TH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;MISSY!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-2481643259691984607?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2481643259691984607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=2481643259691984607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/2481643259691984607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/2481643259691984607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/04/since-it-wont-let-me-comment.html' title='Since it won&apos;t let me comment...'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-5853554947865750247</id><published>2009-04-24T19:41:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T19:48:48.023+10:00</updated><title type='text'>SQUEAKY TOYS!</title><content type='html'>Are kitten's at Maddy's house. They sound like sqeaky toys, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Rachajello•&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-5853554947865750247?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5853554947865750247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=5853554947865750247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/5853554947865750247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/5853554947865750247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/04/squeaky-toys.html' title='SQUEAKY TOYS!'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-163979458712139865</id><published>2009-04-23T16:57:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:01:19.264+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Italian... hehehe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;ITALIAN is the language other than English I learn at my school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;And my teacher thinks I'm a mad woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;But it's not like I actually CARE or anything, is it? Should I care? Well, if I should then BLAR TO YOU TOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Oh, and my friend Dani wrote this on a piece of paper and passed it to, me getting me in lots of trouble, but w/e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;'Zac Efron is a 17 year old curly poo that smeels bad THAT SMALLS BAD!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;With a picture of Zac Efron next to it. I laughed so hard I cried. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;•Rachajello•&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-163979458712139865?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/163979458712139865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=163979458712139865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/163979458712139865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/163979458712139865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/04/italian-hehehe.html' title='Italian... hehehe...'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-464664405243619885</id><published>2009-04-22T17:37:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T17:43:59.798+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't be bothered going to the editing page so...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll just post another blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just wanted to randomly post inside jokes, so yeah. You won't get them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AVACADOH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;GRAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Otay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lawel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dumbina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ROF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HOUSTAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HOT THAT BARBIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eeeehh, that's all I got. And the HOUSTAN one, isn't even with any of you people reading my blog right now. It's with my friend Laurence. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*randomonity*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-464664405243619885?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/464664405243619885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=464664405243619885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/464664405243619885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/464664405243619885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-cant-be-bothered-going-to-editing.html' title='I can&apos;t be bothered going to the editing page so...'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-8718127392531017140</id><published>2009-04-22T16:39:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T16:42:16.655+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Blog. (I hope, I'm sick of writing long ones)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today we had four periods of sport, and I forgot my PE uniform. I'm such an idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But they let me join in for PASE, and we got to play ping pong and badminton! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And today in the gym, me and Chadas were waiting inside when we weren't supposed to, and Maddy, being the goody-goody she is (she can't deny it) went outside with everyone else. And then I stole her Pepsi Max and drank like, the whole bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;THE END!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*bows*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;•Rachajello•&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-8718127392531017140?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8718127392531017140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=8718127392531017140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/8718127392531017140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/8718127392531017140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/04/short-blog-i-hope-im-sick-of-writing.html' title='Short Blog. (I hope, I&apos;m sick of writing long ones)'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-3283681661111889660</id><published>2009-04-21T16:32:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T17:01:47.817+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't think I've jumped on a bandwagon before, but I'll try my best. ;)</title><content type='html'>So, my friends Missy, Jamie and Emma have all done this thing where you write anontmous letters. You don't say who they're to, but you sign with your name.&lt;br /&gt;(and some of these might be preeetty obvious, so yeah...)&lt;br /&gt;YAY! Starting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3,&lt;br /&gt;You know I love you more than a sister, don't you? Distace means nothing in this small world. Your a beautiful, random, funny, sweet and caring person to me. You've helped me through rough times, and I'd like to think I've helped you through some of yours. I've talked about you to my other friends, and they think our friendship is ridiculous, but they have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;GRAR 4 life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Rachael&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; ☺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hugs*,&lt;br /&gt;You totally rock. I mean that. Thank you for your unwaverring hug-supply, even if you can't physically give them to me.&lt;br /&gt;And another great thing about you- You almost ALWAYS understand, and a lot of the time you have a solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3,&lt;br /&gt;Rachael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That kid,&lt;br /&gt;I hate you. Stop bagging me. That little accident with the bat was exactly that. AN ACCIDENT.&lt;br /&gt;Let it go, will you? Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry,&lt;br /&gt;Rachael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I made fun of you hair yesterday. But you have to agree, it did look sorta emo. And I'm sorry about the whole sign with '______ eats small children!' on it, but you said I was gay! x(&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, not as bad as some of the other kids in our class, but anyways. You know I love you? Friend-love?&lt;br /&gt;And also, it it possible for you to stop kicking my shins whenever you get the chance? And all those random hugs are starting to make it look like we're together or something, and we're not. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friend,&lt;br /&gt;Ozbum (xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampire girl,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I cracked it at you. It was wrong, I'm sorry. Really, really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Your my bestest friend, and I want it to stay that way. And yes, you ARE a ditsy blonde. Your dad even said so.&lt;br /&gt;And could you maybe stop making fun of my clutziness? Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;And I though I'd just mebtion, I love you like a sister too. And stop smiling while you poke your tounge out, it's starting to scare me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;Your Victim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl from my cabin on camp,&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for everything.&lt;br /&gt;Camp was suckish thanks to you, and you pushed me into the pool at the swimming sports.&lt;br /&gt;And you expect me to LIKE you?&lt;br /&gt;Idiotic a-hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hatefully,&lt;br /&gt;Rachael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squealer,&lt;br /&gt;I will make that DVD. And stop puttin stickers in my hiar. They hurt to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Rachael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy,&lt;br /&gt;Stop playing with my friends emotions. You tell her you love her, then you say you absolutely hate her.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what your problem is, but I bet it's hard to pronounce. Shut up, go away, and if you ever come back, make sure you have a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiteful,&lt;br /&gt;Rach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ballerina,&lt;br /&gt;I love you. You are one of bestest ever friends. Your probably the nicest 11 year old I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;333,&lt;br /&gt;Rachael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grape boy,&lt;br /&gt;You are adorable. Seriously. Your nice to me, even though the other boys in our class make fun of you because of it. And yes, I HAVE noticed I'm the only girl you seem to be nice to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and i may think your sorta cute too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv,&lt;br /&gt;Rach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her and her and her,&lt;br /&gt;You three rock. More than a massive boulder bigger than the sun. And that is one big lot of rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*super hugs*,&lt;br /&gt;Rachajello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gr33kG!rl,&lt;br /&gt;I hate you. I rode past your house and wanted to egg it, but I had no eggs.&lt;br /&gt;Darnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU MUCHLY,&lt;br /&gt;Raphaello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm friends with too many people. Oh noes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Rachajello•&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-3283681661111889660?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3283681661111889660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=3283681661111889660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/3283681661111889660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/3283681661111889660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-think-ive-jumped-on-bandwagon.html' title='I don&apos;t think I&apos;ve jumped on a bandwagon before, but I&apos;ll try my best. ;)'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-6184338158178670327</id><published>2009-04-20T17:33:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T17:55:28.659+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My UghUghUghUghUghUghUgh!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;First things first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Mum, is it possible for you to &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; read my blog? Please? It's really awkward, you should see how much editing I do to every entry. So if you could maybe, y'know, stop following my RSS feed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Back on topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;GRAR!  GRAR! GRAR! GRAR! GRAR! GRAR! GRAR! GRAR! GRAR! GRAR! GRAR! GRAR! GRAR! GRAR! GRAR! GRAR! GRAR! GRAR! GRAR! GRAR! GRAR! GRAR! GRAR! GRAR! GRAR! GRAR! GRAR! GRAR! GRAR! GRAR! GRAR! GRAR! GRAR! GRAR! GRAR! GRAR! GRAR! GRAR! GRAR! GRAR! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Today we switched our lockers around so that everybody gets a 'bit of variety' according to my form teacher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;*snorts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;APPARENTLY, the people with bottom lockers are gonna be sick of getting down so low to get their books, whereas the people with top lockers are having it too easy, just reaching in and grabbing our stuff. YEAH RIGHT! I now have a BOTTOM locker. I originally had a TOP locker! This is what I have to do to get to my books in and out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Push my way past everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Get to my locker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Put my books on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Kneel down and then bend over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Open my combination lock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Shove my books in, bending over even more just to see what I'm doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Tell people to shut up and let me get my books out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Get my books out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Shut the door, lock it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Push back past everyone to my next class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I am too tall for this dumb system. The people who had middle lockers have to stand on their toes to reach the top lockers, and when the kids that originally had the bottom lockers get to have the top ones, they'll have to stand on a frigging chair just to be able to look inside it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;And also, my Winter skirt is too long. Ick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;•Rachajello•&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(and i'm still trying to get the comments fixed, kay?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-6184338158178670327?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6184338158178670327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=6184338158178670327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/6184338158178670327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/6184338158178670327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-my-ughughughughughughugh.html' title='Oh My UghUghUghUghUghUghUgh!!!'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-7399732800985661526</id><published>2009-04-18T13:35:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:15:39.431+10:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Days 'til school goes back... happiness AND sadness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Bleh. School goes back the day after tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;In other words, two days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm looking forward to seeing my friends, but I don't wanna have even MORE homework and I especially don't want to have to wear our horrible Winter uniform. It's just horrible. But I get to wear a tie. I've always wanted to wear a tie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Everything I Wanted ~ Shannon Noll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I've had a bit of a drawing obsession recently. I would scan in some of my drawings so you could see, but I'd need mum or dad to help me. I have no idea how to scan anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I've drawn this really cool picture of a musical rain cloud. A cloud that rains musical notes. There's a puddle at the bottom of the page, and in it is a streaming line of continuous music. I think it's the best thing I've ever drawn. Maybe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nine In The Afternoon ~ Panic At The Disco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;You don't have to tell me, I know my comments don't work. I thought it might've been the layout, but alas, it wasn't. I have no idea what's wrong. So yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;•Rachajello•&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-7399732800985661526?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7399732800985661526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=7399732800985661526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/7399732800985661526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/7399732800985661526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/04/2-days-til-school-goes-back-happiness.html' title='2 Days &apos;til school goes back... happiness AND sadness...'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-5408378099355437382</id><published>2009-04-17T09:59:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:24:45.387+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I've failed BEDA, don't rub it in...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ahahaaa, my mum just told me she's noticed I havn't blogged for a few days. That scared me, a little. She is obviously watching this blog. *cowers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wait, she's following my RSS feed! *slaps forehead*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steam Enginus ~ Modest Mouse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Jamie has gotten me hooked on Modest Mouse. *shakes fist*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wait, no. Scratch that. Because I reeeaaaally like Modest Mouse. Their songs rock socks. Your socks to be exact, unless you love Modest Mouse too. Then we can stand and watch while other peoples's socks are rocked by this awesome band. (confuzzling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Does anybody read Jamie's blog? You should. She is so awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;LAWEL LAWEL LAWEL! &lt;333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;And OTAY Jamie! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ah, so maaaaaaaaany inside jokes Dumbina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;(There's three right there. x] Those are so funny!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Full Moon ~ The Black Ghosts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Something really sad is I just typed in 'The Black Goats'. How do you get ghosts mixed up with goats? It's like typing ';p;' instead of 'lol'!!! (And yes, that's another inside joke. But with me and Lex, not me and Jamie.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;*skips song because I cannot spell it*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does Your Mother Know ~ ABBA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Today I'm going to Kid Space! (Kid Space is a really big indoor playground, and there are only two in Victoria ((I think...)) and I've been to both of them.) My best friend Andrew invited me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;HURRAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;They have a vertical slide there. The first time I went on that, when I was in grade 1, I hit the back of my head on the slide. Ha ha, more accident proneliness. Proneliness. That word is so gonna be put in the dictionary upon my command.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go All The Way (Into The Twilight) ~ Perry Farrell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Me and my brother have been watching these absolutely HILARIOUS movies on Newgrounds. Don't know what Newgrounds is? Have a looooook!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newgrounds.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Newgrounds - Everything, by Everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;And here are the videos we've been watching;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/314530"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tom's Tales Of Awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/423409"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tom's Tales Of Brilliance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/327545"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Edd's Tales Of Boredom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;HELLO THERE I AM A GIANT LEMON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oh, oh, I'm on fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Jimmy, you just put all four ingredients into a bowl. *RAWR*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;•Rachajello•&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-5408378099355437382?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5408378099355437382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=5408378099355437382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/5408378099355437382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/5408378099355437382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-know-ive-failed-beda-dont-rub-it-in.html' title='I know I&apos;ve failed BEDA, don&apos;t rub it in...'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-8525626672590731308</id><published>2009-04-13T20:36:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:49:57.550+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Scout camp, gold awards, the same badges as last year, cheap chocolate eggs, curfews, less than $2 credit on my phone and other stuff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Heh. Long title.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm back from camp! Didja miss me? If you didn't then: "OH NOES I'M NOT LOVED" but I know you did, so there is no apparent point in doing that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It was a preeeeetty good camp this year. I was in the most *experienced* patrol, so we got the crappiest equipment. Bleh. Our auto tent smelt. Really bad. And it made me sneeze a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We made a flag from a piece of red cloth and a black permanent marker. I was AAAPL!! we have a little joke going around our Scout troop where we don't just write PL and APL, we keep adding A's at the begginning depending on how long they've been in Scouts and how experienced they are. PL stands for Patrol Leader and APL stands for Assistant Patrol Leader. So AAAPL would stand for Assistant Assistant Assistant Patrol Leader, and so on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We met up with some friends from last year's Stradbroke. 1st Langwarrin! Wheeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Only one of them was there last year, but we became good friends with all the others in their patrol, so yeah. I became friends with an awesome girl named Renae. And I have her mobile number! *dances*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On Stradbroke, you get assesed on your camp site. If you get a good enough amount of points, then you get a high award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Competitor = Less than 100 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Bronze = 100 - 150 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Silver = 150 - 200 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Co-Holder (Gold) = 200 or more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We got co-holder. Last year both of our patrols got silver. This year, we came home with 2 golds and a bronze. (Hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm making this short-ish, so that I can get a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; more rest than I did on camp. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;•Rachajello•&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-8525626672590731308?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8525626672590731308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=8525626672590731308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/8525626672590731308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/8525626672590731308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/04/scout-camp-gold-awards-same-badges-as.html' title='Scout camp, gold awards, the same badges as last year, cheap chocolate eggs, curfews, less than $2 credit on my phone and other stuff.'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-5246884169023083606</id><published>2009-04-09T08:59:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T09:03:58.485+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts on Knowing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;OH EM GEE. SERIOUSLY. THAT WAS THE MOST FULL-ON MOVIE I HAVE EVER SEEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;But I really, really liked it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;But now I don't think I will ever be able to stand on a train platform or ride a train, stand on the steps of Parliment house (in Melbourne), ride a plane, or look at sheets of numbers with ease. Yeah... That's my blog for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;And also, I can't really help this &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; much, but I leave for camp tonight, sp I won't be able to blog for another 4 and a half days. I've so failed BEDA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;•Rachajello•&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-5246884169023083606?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5246884169023083606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=5246884169023083606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/5246884169023083606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/5246884169023083606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-thoughts-on-knowing.html' title='My thoughts on Knowing...'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-934088187990148482</id><published>2009-04-08T17:30:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T17:39:51.511+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was, well, today. I guess...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So yeah. Today was today-ish. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This morning I was at my Scout hall helpng pack the trailer for the camp we leave for tomorrow. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah, it wasn't too much fun. But w/e. At least I get to go on the camp.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After that, I had to ride home as fast as I could, and get changed to go to Reenan's (Rhiannon's) house for a get-together wiht some of our old friends. Me, Shelby and Amy were there. It was good fun. We made the funniest videos EVER and did the weirdest dances you'd ever see. &lt;/strong&gt;:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Short blog. I need to go have a shower before me, mum and dad see Knowing. It looks really good.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;•Rachajello•&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-934088187990148482?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/934088187990148482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=934088187990148482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/934088187990148482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/934088187990148482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-was-well-today-i-guess.html' title='Today was, well, today. I guess...'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019025751017126651.post-8612719992564237134</id><published>2009-04-07T11:46:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T12:04:51.160+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Chadstone! Rain! :O!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;So guess what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;WE WENT TO CHADSTONE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I love Chadstone. It's my favouritest place ev-ah. (If you don't know what Chadstone is, it's a massive shopping mall.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;And we went to Best &amp;amp; Less! I &lt;3 Best &amp;amp; Less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Baby It's Fact ~ Hellogoodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;We went to Kikki.K too. We got something I can't say because who it's for may very well read this blog. So yeah. I don't want them finding out! :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;It's been raining lately. A lot. I don't think much ended up in our water catchments though, so that sucks. But it's still god, because I think the Murray got a bit more water because of it, so yay! And possibly not yay because I leave for a Scout camp on Thursday, and the campsite might be wet. And we are staying in tents. Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sober ~ Pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I added more songs to my playlist. Even that one called 'Never Miss A Beat' from the AFL ad on channel 10. I love that song. It rocks your socks. Jamie's to be exact, since she loves them so much. (:P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I added a lot of Kimya Dawson yesterday too. I love her songs. My favourite is 12_26. It's sad, but it's a good song. Listen to it. I dare ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;My brother's playing Super Mario Glaxy right now, and he keeps yelling at the TV 'No! Stupid coconut won't go where I want it! Grrr!'. It's quite entertaining. x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Never Miss A Beat ~ Kaiser Chiefs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;According to this song, it's cool to know nothing. &lt;333333333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;This is a short blog. I think. Oh, stuff it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;•Rachajello•&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;(OMG I almost wrote StikMan. And then I almost wrote StikChick. Curse you, BTT blogs!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4019025751017126651-8612719992564237134?l=blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8612719992564237134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4019025751017126651&amp;postID=8612719992564237134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/8612719992564237134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019025751017126651/posts/default/8612719992564237134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blartoyoutoo.blogspot.com/2009/04/chadstone-rain-o.html' title='Chadstone! Rain! :O!!'/><author><name>Rachyybabee (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509819002410717572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiPMErkRZDA/TNdMD7-vSBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/43bAudpfRwE/S220/Video+68-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
