<?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-12035969</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:40:44.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>asleepyhead</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343394639755247286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12035969.post-113301199931497357</id><published>2005-11-26T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T05:33:19.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Hates you!</title><content type='html'>I don't care what people say!&lt;br /&gt;I love Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;probably not for the right reasons but i never claimed to be religious..&lt;br /&gt;the things I love about christmas are..&lt;br /&gt;in no order&lt;br /&gt;lights&lt;br /&gt;xmas trees&lt;br /&gt;wrapping presents&lt;br /&gt;carols &lt;br /&gt;and retail hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now my fingers are almost bleeding from playing Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas on guitar over and over and then again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my house mate is a Jerk Christmas Grinch who never even lets me use the xmas jingle ring tone on the land line...he has no heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While living in the Us of A I remember streets and streets of houses setting up luminaries (sp?)which are brown bags with a hole cut in them filled part way with sand with a candle inside man they looked pretty! but if someone did that in my street someone would call the cops. dam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12035969-113301199931497357?l=amberlees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/feeds/113301199931497357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12035969&amp;postID=113301199931497357' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default/113301199931497357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default/113301199931497357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/2005/11/jesus-hates-you.html' title='Jesus Hates you!'/><author><name>amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343394639755247286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12035969.post-113098089201866838</id><published>2005-11-02T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T15:43:18.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in Movie Translation</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I forget where i put things. Then I have to look for them! and I search and I search all the time getting more and more frustrated! Where the hell did I put it!! Ahhhhh! etc (pulling hair)&lt;br /&gt;Everytime this happens..yes Everytime! I imagine my life as a movie... a lot like the Truman Show only cooler because its about me....and in this movie at that very moment when Im ready to go insane looking for something the camera pans to said lost object and the audience laugh track starts because they all know where it is and i dont! and I am the fool!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA she put her keys in the bathroom!! etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh I hate that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe just maybe this movie stars some evil little hiding goblin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dam him and his hiding ways!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12035969-113098089201866838?l=amberlees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/feeds/113098089201866838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12035969&amp;postID=113098089201866838' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default/113098089201866838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default/113098089201866838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/2005/11/lost-in-movie-translation.html' title='Lost in Movie Translation'/><author><name>amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343394639755247286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12035969.post-112260080130164140</id><published>2005-07-29T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T18:33:21.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Security to eisle four.</title><content type='html'>Jo and I leave for Melbourne tomorrow. She dropped her bag off here yesterday and we discussed padlocks and security at the backpackers. &lt;br /&gt;I told Jo I went around the world and if I didnt want to get something stolen...say like my video camera I would just stick it under my pillow at the hostel, and be on my merry way. &lt;br /&gt;I never got anything stolen ever in a whole year of this. The only time I ever even considered being robbed of something was in Mexico when I thought I may get my vital organs stolen but by then I'd had so much free Tequlia I wouldnt of felt a thing. &lt;br /&gt;Jo went to Mexico last year she had everything stolen and she was very careful with locks on everything.&lt;br /&gt;There is a lesson in this im sure.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Im just lucky. Maybe she needed more Tequila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather in Melbourne: Crap with high chances of me spending all my money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12035969-112260080130164140?l=amberlees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/feeds/112260080130164140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12035969&amp;postID=112260080130164140' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default/112260080130164140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default/112260080130164140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/2005/07/security-to-eisle-four.html' title='Security to eisle four.'/><author><name>amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343394639755247286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12035969.post-112056629945643836</id><published>2005-07-04T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T05:24:59.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Their blood has wash'd out their foul footsteps' pollution.</title><content type='html'>Jo and I booked flights to Melbourne....Sweetest deal ever only $49 each way!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hellooo the only thing that could sour this sweet deal is if we crash and burn and even then I will still die with a smile on my face for getting such a sweet deal AND get a free cremation! BARGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to my ex boyfriend in America. I wished him a happy July 4th. He is currently recording his album and playing in some other band and playing with some old black dude. cool. He is extra happy because he got the producer he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;I hope the album sounds shit! haha jk! totally totally kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The July 4th I spent in America was full of rednecks. Just like all the other days. Although on this day they had lots of fireworks. Well, more than usual.&lt;br /&gt;Question: How many Rednecks does it take to light a firework? Answer: One and about 100 others to run at it while yelling yehaaaaaaaaaaawwww and charging Budd.+(weiser)&lt;br /&gt;If only more of them had had their heads blown off instead of just fingers and arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh America! Happy Independence day. Gosh,  that was a fantastic movie too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a story I want to tell about America, well actually there are lots. But kind reader you will have to wait, and don't hold your breathe either Im a busy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coolest term of the week : &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;unswallow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Used in a sentence: Friday night after drinking at the Exeter, I nearly unswallowed my tofu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TOMORROW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humidity: 67%&lt;br /&gt;Wind: NNE/14 km/h&lt;br /&gt;Visibility: 9.99 km&lt;br /&gt;Dewpoint: 5°&lt;br /&gt;Barometer: Unknown&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise: 7:24&lt;br /&gt;Sunset 17:17&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12035969-112056629945643836?l=amberlees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/feeds/112056629945643836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12035969&amp;postID=112056629945643836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default/112056629945643836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default/112056629945643836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/2005/07/their-blood-has-washd-out-their-foul.html' title='Their blood has wash&apos;d out their foul footsteps&apos; pollution.'/><author><name>amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343394639755247286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12035969.post-112024080204391908</id><published>2005-07-02T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T11:06:27.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smash off and cry..</title><content type='html'>Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,&lt;br /&gt;in hopes that St. Nick soon would be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez sometimes you get home at 3 am and you are very drunk and no one is home and so you are listening to Lionel Ritchie - Hello and Bonnie Prince Billy - My home is the Sea over and over and over and over and over because no other song will do.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I went to the Exeter and drank with Taylor, Ashby, Kelsh, Woolford, Yasmin, Molnar shit thats all the last names I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two things I want to do 1. A christmas album 2. a Whitney Houston cover album. My band gets Have yourself a merry little christmas and I want to dance with somebody. You can have the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disko and I are starting an emo blog called "Smash off and cry" its about emo kids. It will be funnier than this so maybe someone will read it wooooo! &lt;br /&gt;Why dont you just go smash off and cry!&lt;br /&gt;santa aint here yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12035969-112024080204391908?l=amberlees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/feeds/112024080204391908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12035969&amp;postID=112024080204391908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default/112024080204391908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default/112024080204391908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/2005/07/smash-off-and-cry.html' title='Smash off and cry..'/><author><name>amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343394639755247286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12035969.post-111986494715099996</id><published>2005-06-27T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T05:52:28.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Straight to TV</title><content type='html'>Last night AAA sat down together and watched Minority Report. When the credits started rollin AA announced "I want to be a PRECOG!". &lt;br /&gt;Thats funny he already spends all day laying around in pools of suspect white fluid thinkin up the future, I would of thought that was close enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of AA, I scared the crap out of him yesterday. Apparently Boo! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; the scariest word in the English Language. Im guessing followed by Shark and Fire and the word Pregnant used in a variety of phrases including Honey you know how you said we didn't need a condom...well im.... But I swear Boo works everytime! AA says hes going to get me back. Whatever! I have nerves of STEEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last couple of weeks Ive noticed some really stupid products:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Scratch and Sniff Birthday cards &lt;br /&gt;in er popcorn flavour...weird.&lt;br /&gt;-98% Fat Free Cat Food&lt;br /&gt;for the health concious cat&lt;br /&gt;-Refresher Towels&lt;br /&gt;With the slogan "Refresh your Behind" WTF grown up baby wipes.&lt;br /&gt;-Mobile Phone Biscuits.&lt;br /&gt;For the career minded child who has grown tired of Tic-Tocs im guessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was a CRAP week, the best moment was when a patient came in with a strapped up wrist and told me he hurt it beating off. HAH! but the week never really recovered.  Although I was very happy to see Gelbison who I hadnt seen in awhile. They sounded beautiful but I couldnt help but thinking Edo looks like a cross between Gilligan and Paul Simon and Nadav looks like Seth Green which is fine cause Seth Green is a fine looking bloodnut but that made me start thinking about the voice over for the charactor Chris that Seth Green does on the Family Guy. Dam that show makes me laugh. I think I have A.D.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I saw Straight to Video and went to Shotz. I hate it when I go to shotz and then Im walking home and its nearly 7am, and the birds start tweeting just to spite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sure fire way of fixing a crappy week is to listen to "When the Going Get Tough the Tough Get Going" by Billy Ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"When the Going gets Tough the Tough Get Going, Tough, Tough huh huh huh&lt;br /&gt;When the going gets tough the Tough get Ready Yeaaahhh Ooohh du dahh du do"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The 80s ruled Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow: Mainly clear. Low 44F. Winds at SE at 5 to 10mph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12035969-111986494715099996?l=amberlees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/feeds/111986494715099996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12035969&amp;postID=111986494715099996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default/111986494715099996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default/111986494715099996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/2005/06/straight-to-tv.html' title='Straight to TV'/><author><name>amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343394639755247286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12035969.post-111917318149823176</id><published>2005-06-19T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T02:26:22.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drip Drip Drip Drip Drip Drip Drip. . .   .  .    .   .  .  .      . .</title><content type='html'>Like some kind of ancient chinese water torture device the roof at North Precinct/AAA mansions is leaking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in my room no less! and right above my beautiful computer+music making desk. and i had to tip half a litre of water out of my keyboard and onto my lap! argh! and then on trying to type something the wrong letters came out!ack! liaejkhw ea thats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky AA had a spare keyboard because he is ultra geek nerd designer and should have a spare. so he lent me his and said "it looks like dust but its not, its cum and you will have to touch it" see what I have to live with. Hes also told me I hate jewish people 3 times today which just isnt true I think its great they dont eat pig and all.&lt;br /&gt;I also had to flip him because he was calling me Beverly and had his hand around my neck and said he was going to kill me. He told me I gave him a subluxation I say its self defence. I think it was a bad idea to watch American Psycho yesterday and even worse he bought the DVD. I fear for my safety.&lt;br /&gt;I bought Curb Your Enthusiasm season one on DVD which is good fun for the whole house not like his sick movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we walked around with Jodie looking like homeless people and kicking each other it was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went and saw some bands Little Ice Age, No Through Road and Black Neilson. Right then (just now) AA walked into the room and said to me "Chutup or you will be punished for your actions severly...." in a creepy voice. see hes been A) watching too much Donnie Darko and B)Hes got it in for me because I wasnt even making noise.&lt;br /&gt;anyway last night was really good. I dont think I had seen Little Ice Age since they were The Sunroom and I think they were yes they were missing a member but still sounded cool. &lt;br /&gt;No Through Road were really great its quite a super a group of such with Matt and his excellent vocals/lyrics and stage prescence that cant help but make me smile, and enjoy and the dude from Straight to Video (who are my fave Adelaide band since Brer mouse left actually before that but whatever) that Ianto Ware guy (I bought his cd maybe a month ago after seeing him play at the grace it came in this kinda book thing which I havent bothered to read YET but from the pictures i think he likes ships and photocopiers and it has some freaky letter. my fave is track 2)and then there is the other guy who used to be in Little Ice Age and is now Matts little brother and also Matts little brother also and then there is the girl she was great and probably plays somewhere else too ..maybe, I just dont know about it. Anyway they were quite kickass and watching Black Neilson after them was like being fed speed and then told to sit still and be quiet or something. &lt;br /&gt;Not that I didnt like Black Neilson coz i did I really liked the keyboards and vocals and songs and it was brian wilsonesque kinda to me.The last song was the stand out for me and im sure it wasnt just because it was the last song. I have no idea what its called. &lt;br /&gt;I felt bad that there wasnt many people there. people suck especially when its cold and most of the population that attends gigs were probably at home watching TV or smoking or something or at Faker... I saw then awhile back they sucked. I hate them.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ohh last night at about say 7:17pm I was cooking dinner and AA was working on something on his computer nearby probably porn. anyway we started to hear fireworks and I said "I bet its that rich dude who wanted to have part of Victoria Square blocked off so he could have Fireworks for his 70th birthday party" and it was!! because just then AA called me down to watch the news and apparently some of the fireworks went astray because of the bad weather and went sideways into the Hyatt... awesome!&lt;br /&gt;and some security guard got hit in the head by a spent cartridge or something. I hope there was LOTS of drugs at this party oh and the Little River Band Played. haha oh to be rich and 70. For my 70th I will be happy just not to wet myself and im sure Fireworks would only set that off. lucky im not rich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sick of AA trying to put his Anti-Semitism on me the way he eats ham hocks and scoffs sickens me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow: Showers early becoming a steady light rain during the day. High 59F. Winds WNW at 10 to 20 Mph. Chance of rain 70%.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12035969-111917318149823176?l=amberlees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/feeds/111917318149823176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12035969&amp;postID=111917318149823176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default/111917318149823176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default/111917318149823176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/2005/06/drip-drip-drip-drip-drip-drip-drip.html' title='Drip Drip Drip Drip Drip Drip Drip. . .   .  .    .   .  .  .      . .'/><author><name>amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343394639755247286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12035969.post-111875336504663314</id><published>2005-06-14T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T05:49:25.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exactly how long is a long weekend?</title><content type='html'>Saturday I had breakfast at 11 something on Gouger street coz thats what I always do and I fear change. &lt;br /&gt;I then bought Fruit and Vegetables from the markets because thats what I always do and I fear change.&lt;br /&gt;Then a guy on King William Street asked me for change and I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and saw the Red Paintings, The Winks, and Mr Wednesday it was "neat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I made soup and it was goood and deserved more than 2 ohs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday the AAA went for a walk down by the Torrens in the hope of getting high from the smell of the water.&lt;br /&gt; We went on the paddle boat thingies to see if we could find the rat man again, we saw the bubbles, but it didnt surface and AA steered the boat thing so it would kill me first thanks. There was a possible siteing of Rat man but that could of been the fumes. The man kept yelling at us because we paddle too fast. Hell im a fast paddler what can I say, we didnt break it..much.&lt;br /&gt;A swan chased us it was pissed off Swans HATE ME, and GEESE... geese hate me too, one bit me in Canada. fucker.&lt;br /&gt;There were not enough people to pay out by the torrens so we went to Rundle Mall because there are ALWAYS people to pay out there. and yes there was. and even in Boarders. yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right this very second I am listening to the Beach Boys I like listening to the Beach boys when its cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now Yo La Tengo just because I can. and now Tom Waits for that same reason.&lt;br /&gt;Chutup amba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: not long enough, but long enough for you to realise shit I dont want to go back to work. At 6:35am today AA and I were discussing killing the man. So watch out man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I have frogger on my mobile.There is something so satisfying about making sure that little frog gets across the road safely. My life now has purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow: Mostly cloudy with occasional light rain...mainly in the morning. High 61F. Winds W at 10 to 20 mph. Chance of rain 70%.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12035969-111875336504663314?l=amberlees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/feeds/111875336504663314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12035969&amp;postID=111875336504663314' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default/111875336504663314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default/111875336504663314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/2005/06/exactly-how-long-is-long-weekend.html' title='Exactly how long is a long weekend?'/><author><name>amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343394639755247286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12035969.post-111828136020803203</id><published>2005-06-09T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T18:43:26.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foosball @ 2/20 North St</title><content type='html'>I love Foosball I am currently bidding on a table. If I win you are all invited to come over and beat me.&lt;br /&gt;I am goint to Melbourne for a week in August! yes :) all my fave bands feel free to do a gig in the first week of August. Ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Foosball gods let me win the table.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12035969-111828136020803203?l=amberlees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/feeds/111828136020803203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12035969&amp;postID=111828136020803203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default/111828136020803203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default/111828136020803203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/2005/06/foosball-220-north-st.html' title='Foosball @ 2/20 North St'/><author><name>amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343394639755247286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12035969.post-111805731088819059</id><published>2005-06-06T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T04:28:30.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Silent Rattle</title><content type='html'>I already miss the Rattlers...where else can one smell every bad body odour ever created, be stinking hot, be freezing cold, be literally glued to your seat, be glared at, be stared at, be touched innappropriatly by someone named malcom who loves to watch the price is right but needs to buy sugar and garbage bags from coles, feel sand in your toes even when you've spent the day at work.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh the memories.&lt;br /&gt;But now I am forced to ride some Tram Replacement Bus. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really there is nothing like riding the tram back into town after working a long day its dark its hot and all the windows are down and the leather straps are flapping madly and you think wow this things going pretty fast has a tram ever shaken itself into derailment.....and there is a breeze!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet i still wonder...I live in the city...I work outta the city.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid yes. Probably not possibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my shakin friends I will miss falling asleep on you at 7 something am wondering if i will wake up in time for my stop, but no more sleep no no the newer betterer fancier bombsomething tram has no room for sleepers only standers! man the oldies will LOVE IT..hah&lt;br /&gt;atleast if we all have to stand and hold on I wont have to miss the smell of B.O on a fine summers day and maybe they will be made with sticky side paneling! woooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mosquito Activity Forecast for Greenville, IL&lt;br /&gt;VERY HIGH (thats orange)...like on the terrorist scale&lt;br /&gt;Light Winds and ideal temperatures make it the perfect evening for Mosquitoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; go to it skeeters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12035969-111805731088819059?l=amberlees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/feeds/111805731088819059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12035969&amp;postID=111805731088819059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default/111805731088819059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default/111805731088819059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/2005/06/silent-rattle.html' title='The Silent Rattle'/><author><name>amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343394639755247286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12035969.post-111805468262964525</id><published>2005-06-05T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T17:29:14.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lullaby + Exile</title><content type='html'>So from my last post im sure we are all thinking gee wow that was really cool of your mum to save you from Darth Vader like that!.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let me tell you this!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a young child my mother decided to warn me of the harm of nail polish remover incase i should ever try drink, inhale, shoot up the stuff she thought as a good parent it would be wise of her to enforce on me that the act of using nail polish remover was extremly painful.&lt;br /&gt;Still at this very moment I remember with such clarity her sitting in the lounge room with cotton balls and the pink pain liquid, I would watch in horror as she rubbed it onto her fingernails her face contorting in agony all the while saying owwwwwwww owwwwwww owwwwwww and making that noise that happens when you suck air through your teeth. The smell still lingers in my nostrils. It frightened me to watch her do this, to this day if I mentioned it she would laugh in amusement at how gullible I was to fall for it. But I fell! I was at the bottom of the hole baby!walking around in circles.&lt;br /&gt;Me the caring little child who used to protect her little brother and take the blame for him. ME the nurse of all sick animals. Sweet little me. !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I dont wear nail polish no wonder I cant walk past a beautician place without cold sweats no wonder the smell of acetone fills my nightmares!&lt;br /&gt;If I were to write a book on parenting chapter one paragraph one hint one line one would read: Dont tell your child nail polish remover hurts so she/he wont touch it.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S MEAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha but really im ok just dont ask me if I want a manicure :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still remember the time I was about five and my mum used a stapler that had no bottom part and stapled her finger and I cried because it hurt her. I should of laughed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha I think the chopping board fell off the sink or I have a robber! Woohoo a guest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On high rotation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Malkmus-Face The Truth&lt;br /&gt;M Ward - Transistor Radio&lt;br /&gt;Sufjan Stevens - A Sun Came&lt;br /&gt;Great Lake Swimmers - Bodies and Minds&lt;br /&gt;Charles Mingus - In a Soulful Mood&lt;br /&gt;Beck - Guero&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12035969-111805468262964525?l=amberlees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/feeds/111805468262964525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12035969&amp;postID=111805468262964525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default/111805468262964525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default/111805468262964525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/2005/06/lullaby-exile.html' title='Lullaby + Exile'/><author><name>amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343394639755247286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12035969.post-111651595652425712</id><published>2005-05-19T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T08:19:16.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1983 oh how you scared the crap outta me</title><content type='html'>With all this talk of Star Wars I find it very hard to be excited or even interested in seeing it, and I think I know why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this..... its the early 80s,  The Police "Every Breath you Take"is number 1 (and so it should of been) Oprah is fat (probably)the Hyper colour T-shirt seemed a long way off (and well they were) and crack was being developed in the Bahamas (woooooohoo).&lt;br /&gt;Im small probably about 3 years old. Im at the Drive-in! with my family that is my Dad *cough* Mum and brother. I am pretty excited I mean after all im at the Drive in and the world is a big cool place,  I dont really know much about.&lt;br /&gt;We are there to see a movie,  a Star Wars Movie "Return of the Jedi".&lt;br /&gt;So anyways the movie is rolling along the nicely and im sure I was totally enjoying the fact that the movie noise was coming through the car radio more than the actual movie,  because i still find that fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;At some point mum bro and my good young cute self (and i was cute) head into the candy bar building that they usually put up the back attached to the toilets. So there we were wanting lollies like all good kids and im pretty sure I wanted a bertie bettle you know when they were actually beetle shaped and wrapped in foil not like the dumb pilot beetle thing you get nowdays. SUDDENLY!&lt;br /&gt;out of the toilets and coming towards us is Darth Fucking Vader!!!! Ahhhh!! (please note..im sure i didnt know the word"fucking" when i was 3 but if i had of i would of used it)&lt;br /&gt;I was so scared the baddie from the movie I was just watching has come out of the screen and  was walking towards us.&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse my brother was in the safety of my mums arms but I knew that not even mum could save us from Darth..... and besides my brother had such a death grip on my mums neck she probably only had 20 seconds of air left anyway....because he had seen what I had seen THE BADDIE coming towards us.....&lt;br /&gt; So mums saying its ok its ok hes not real and trying to peel my brothers fingers out of her skin with no luck, but i know the truth mums only saying its ok and hes not real because that is what they are supposed to say as our mums.&lt;br /&gt;Just like when she tells me there are no monsters under my bed mhmm, whatever mum.&lt;br /&gt; I grip my mums leg and Darth keeps walking towards us and i squeeze tighter..and there he is right behind us...luckily at this point mum decides to get us the hell outta out of there. Im not sure I got my Bertie Beetle but Thankyou Thankyou mum for saving us from Darth Vader.&lt;br /&gt;I have never been that scared again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So listen here you dam Star Wars freaks...when you are standing at your wardrobe or floor or kitchen or wherever you keep your clothes going hmmm im going to the movies should i&lt;br /&gt;a) wear jeans and a tshirt b) dress up as one of the bad guys&lt;br /&gt;think of the terrified three year old in me and pick the dam jeans...not that I think a kid would nowdays actually be frightened by someone dressed up as a baddie  because not even Gargomel poses a threat to kids nowdays and they think Skelator is fake looking HEH.&lt;br /&gt;but just think of me NO actually think of yourselves cmon its a dam movie why the hell are you dressing up you loser. Thats right LOSER did you see me dying my hair tangerine to go to see Eternal Sunshine... NO...even if i maybe thought about it heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo i must be tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Scattered Clouds.   High:   71° F   /   22° C   Wind   North   6 mph   /   10 km/h&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12035969-111651595652425712?l=amberlees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/feeds/111651595652425712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12035969&amp;postID=111651595652425712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default/111651595652425712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default/111651595652425712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/2005/05/1983-oh-how-you-scared-crap-outta-me.html' title='1983 oh how you scared the crap outta me'/><author><name>amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343394639755247286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12035969.post-111642648433497862</id><published>2005-05-18T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T07:28:04.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Happy Birthday to She!</title><content type='html'>By the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a song about birthdays&lt;br /&gt;and my friend Noranna&lt;br /&gt;whose got one&lt;br /&gt;and no its not that dam Happy Birthday song&lt;br /&gt;she found it on the driveway next to the letterbox&lt;br /&gt;and apparently its number is 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday O friend o mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12035969-111642648433497862?l=amberlees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/feeds/111642648433497862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12035969&amp;postID=111642648433497862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default/111642648433497862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default/111642648433497862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-happy-birthday-to-she.html' title='Happy Happy Birthday to She!'/><author><name>amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343394639755247286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12035969.post-111642559475946605</id><published>2005-05-18T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T07:13:14.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And that old tooth i believe was a bear's</title><content type='html'>Ok i am really trying to write on this thing REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is coming to Melbourne to see Sigur ros with me? all of you.... thats what i thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised while walking down Gouger Street to meet some people for dinner that if a person has their hands clasped behind their back while walking, there is no way they are going to be walking fast or even at a normal pace...... its like the human equivalent of putting your cars hazard lights on..... so you have to overtake or get out the gun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My housemate made an audio version(thanks to Matt) of the stalker love letter i got from a taxi driver it just came on  my itunes ...its pretty dam freaky...i should make it into a song....haha&lt;br /&gt;its nice to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I was watching the movie show and FINALLY!@#!@ "A Home at the End of the World" is coming out. My Roommate,  when I was living in Toronto was working on that movie. She would come home and tell me stories of Colin Farrell and let me read the script. We used to eat breakfast at the Coffee Shop across the road and we would talk about New York. I miss her. I dont miss the snow. Go see the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you get an STD from sleeping with a keyboard?..haha I should get tested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ThursdayClear. High: 66° F / 19° C Wind NNE 4 mph / 7 km/h&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12035969-111642559475946605?l=amberlees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/feeds/111642559475946605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12035969&amp;postID=111642559475946605' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default/111642559475946605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default/111642559475946605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/2005/05/and-that-old-tooth-i-believe-was-bears.html' title='And that old tooth i believe was a bear&apos;s'/><author><name>amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343394639755247286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12035969.post-111529811010724745</id><published>2005-05-02T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T06:04:00.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why oh whyyyyyyyyyyyy</title><content type='html'>I just can't stop crying............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate cutting onions...&lt;br /&gt;I really do&lt;br /&gt;it hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the only vegetable that kinda fights back though, I like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12035969-111529811010724745?l=amberlees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/feeds/111529811010724745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12035969&amp;postID=111529811010724745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default/111529811010724745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default/111529811010724745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/2005/05/why-oh-whyyyyyyyyyyyy_02.html' title='why oh whyyyyyyyyyyyy'/><author><name>amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343394639755247286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12035969.post-111349925956290949</id><published>2005-04-14T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T17:25:02.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ive got my black Umbrella..</title><content type='html'>Its now 2:30am and i just got home from seeing Ken Stringfellow and Even so hmmmm im guessing they played for hmmmmmmmmm 18 hours!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah it was such an awesome show! so god dam funny! I havent laughed so much for so long in awhile hahah Ken Stringfellow got completely off his face and decided to start singing to the tune of "Dancing Queen" by Abba a song about wanting to get some coke in Adelaide and speed and so on hahahah HE spent most of the show taunting the crowd mostly the girls and ofcourse giving Wally and Ashley from Even crap. They played so many hilarious covers together I dont even know where to begin! most of them were old classic songs with made up funny lyrics by ken like something about joni mitchells bones being in the Northern Territory? hahaha You cant help but like Ken hes such a performer he was wondering around during the show ranting various nonesense about us all getting naked etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ended the 3 or 4 hour set with shots of Tequila and Ken screaming Whole Lotta Love haha he did the Screams perfectly!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and He played Solar Sister (one of his songs from the Posies!) i love that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooooo sleep is calling me by name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12035969-111349925956290949?l=amberlees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/feeds/111349925956290949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12035969&amp;postID=111349925956290949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default/111349925956290949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default/111349925956290949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/2005/04/ive-got-my-black-umbrella_14.html' title='Ive got my black Umbrella..'/><author><name>amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343394639755247286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12035969.post-111344813371991581</id><published>2005-04-13T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T20:08:53.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Decided!</title><content type='html'>From a conversation I was having last week I have finally decided my top 5 gigs of last year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Flaming Lips. @#$!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The Microphones!@$!@$!@$!@!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bonnie Prince Billy (Wil Oldham) !@#!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cat Power!!@#$#$@#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. RADIOHEAD!@#!@#!@!@$!@$!@$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Preston School of Industy came in close at 6 and deserved a mention :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12035969-111344813371991581?l=amberlees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/feeds/111344813371991581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12035969&amp;postID=111344813371991581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default/111344813371991581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default/111344813371991581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/2005/04/ive-decided.html' title='I&apos;ve Decided!'/><author><name>amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343394639755247286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12035969.post-111339560661798505</id><published>2005-04-13T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T06:10:35.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't feel any different.</title><content type='html'>First Slightly Amusing thing I  heard today while listening to bad radio at work - "Its Official Brittney Spears is pregnant"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone line 2 was being a bitch today at work, so I rang the phone company.&lt;br /&gt;I was on hold a long time.&lt;br /&gt;And then I was still on Hold.&lt;br /&gt;Then Finally!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Recorded message:&lt;br /&gt;"If you are suffering from a life threatening medical condition please let the customer service representative know when we attend to your call"&lt;br /&gt;WTF! haha&lt;br /&gt;Then its back to the hold music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO im thinking.... I was on hold a total of 45 minutes, before talking to anybody. If they really cared about me being on my death bed they wouldnt waste 45 minutes of my precious sweet last days making me listen to bad ass elevator music! and not even stuff you can dance too! shit, if im about to die and you are making me wait atleast give me danceable music!! I deserve that!! DONT I??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i THINK SO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I dont have to work tomorrow yay! and I have a mission to find Tobi the bestest coolest funnest 1st birthday present ever!! and I will. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Song.. Sufjan Stevens - Sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/12035969-111339560661798505?l=amberlees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/feeds/111339560661798505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12035969&amp;postID=111339560661798505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default/111339560661798505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default/111339560661798505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-dont-feel-any-different.html' title='I don&apos;t feel any different.'/><author><name>amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343394639755247286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12035969.post-111330676826729930</id><published>2005-04-12T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T06:15:42.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Not Interrogate The Caller To Find Out Who They Are. This is Rude and Offensive And Often a Waste Of Time.</title><content type='html'>I really hate the sounds of someone reading the newspaper in anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was given Persimons and Frujoas (apparently that is the name)  wohoooo to crazy fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!! I get to see Ken Stringfellow play Thurs! I havent seen him since Hmmmmmmmm must be in San Diego with minus 5 and Wilco dam! oh! Thats a lie Ken is playing keyboards with R.E.M so really I saw him last Wednesday...but technically? I couldnt see him!&lt;br /&gt;For those who dont know who Ken is, he used to be in the Posies and has great solo work! check him&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/isolatedshowers/8281236/"&gt;Tobis'&lt;/a&gt; 1st Birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I DONT HAVE TO WORK ON THURSDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(and im slightly happy about it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;Ive come to the conclusion that my wisdom teeth really are smart! so smart they are trying to killlllll me! then they can find a new host and kill them! and on and on and on! someone must stop them! BEWARE all of you!&lt;br /&gt;please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo and I got tix to see Henry Rollins spoken word, im looking forward to this Henry always has something somewhat thought provoking to say, dam we are sitting close though Im slightly scared of the guy haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it amusing that a new patient who came in today owns and manages a post office but could not remember his postcode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many people I massage I just cant get used to old men with hairy backs(think carpet) and curved spines (think MR Burns) eeeeeeekk!&lt;br /&gt;But then again a beautiful back make up for all the bad ones, some people have beautiful backs.&lt;br /&gt;DAM! &lt;a href="http://www.savetoby.com/"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; was a clever idea! Dam Tobys owner! I swear if I dont get $50, 000 in the next month! I will eat the owner! steal the tshirts and keep toby for my very own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes i do accept paypal :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I Can Hear.. The Pixies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/12035969-111330676826729930?l=amberlees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/feeds/111330676826729930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12035969&amp;postID=111330676826729930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default/111330676826729930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default/111330676826729930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/2005/04/do-not-interrogate-caller-to-find-out.html' title='Do Not Interrogate The Caller To Find Out Who They Are. This is Rude and Offensive And Often a Waste Of Time.'/><author><name>amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343394639755247286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12035969.post-111302708667147200</id><published>2005-04-09T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T04:57:29.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn...</title><content type='html'>Last night Jo and I went to the Jade Monkey and saw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight to Video (need a site)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deloris.com.au/old_news.html"&gt;Deloris&lt;/a&gt; (Marcus Teague)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aviatorlane.live.com.au/"&gt;Aviator Lane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a great night full of so many pretty sounds, Id be happy just to keep 2 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking home from the Jade Monkey, stumbled across friends at the Grace (surprise!suprise!)&lt;br /&gt;didnt get to bed till after 3 got up at 6 for work = tired now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to see Luke play tonight :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I can Hear.. Explosions in the Sky- First Breath after Coma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12035969-111302708667147200?l=amberlees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/feeds/111302708667147200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12035969&amp;postID=111302708667147200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default/111302708667147200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default/111302708667147200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/2005/04/yawn.html' title='Yawn...'/><author><name>amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343394639755247286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12035969.post-111302630376220224</id><published>2005-04-07T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T22:58:23.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, Thursday!</title><content type='html'>After work Noranna and I went along to the Uni Bar to see Lior play.&lt;br /&gt;On arriving a guy was playing who sounded hmmmmm well like Jack Johnson....just for something new! pfft  hahah so we went to check out the library for awhile..&lt;br /&gt;Strange crowd! and lots of them.. and the fact that they cheered when Lior mentioned Missy Higgins and stayed quiet when he mentioned Gelbison sums the crowd up nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lior was really good, beautiful voice! not overly original  although he did do a cool Hebrew chant, that shut up the beer swilling Jocks for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lior has a sweet song about growing old with someone. I like it... listen to it &lt;a href="http://www.lior.com.au/listen.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uni students make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;So does the lost shopping trolley that is parked on my street sooooo far from home, I hope the pigeons dont eat the bread crumbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I can Hear.. Postal Service - The District Sleeps Alone Tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12035969-111302630376220224?l=amberlees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/feeds/111302630376220224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12035969&amp;postID=111302630376220224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default/111302630376220224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default/111302630376220224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/2005/04/thursday-thursday.html' title='Thursday, Thursday!'/><author><name>amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343394639755247286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12035969.post-111302514851381546</id><published>2005-04-07T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T00:22:07.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bright Eyes and a Bushy Tail</title><content type='html'>Tonight I went and saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bright Eyes&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R.E.M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly because of crap Perth band Little Birdy also supporting Bright Eyes only got to do four songs! but I enjoyed all 4!Conor didnt sound sound as much like a goat ....as he sometimes does haha.&lt;br /&gt;Im not the hugest R.E.M fan but it was kinda cool to see Orange Crush and Losing My Religion, live. Michael Stipe you are an interesting man, come over for a vegan dinner sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took pictures but they are bad! It is Conor but it could be my mate Jason for all you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I can Hear.. Pinback-Microtonic Wave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12035969-111302514851381546?l=amberlees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/feeds/111302514851381546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12035969&amp;postID=111302514851381546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default/111302514851381546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12035969/posts/default/111302514851381546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberlees.blogspot.com/2005/04/bright-eyes-and-bushy-tail.html' title='Bright Eyes and a Bushy Tail'/><author><name>amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343394639755247286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
