<?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-6465460</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:59:45.459+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Out on My Own</title><subtitle type='html'>Kittens!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465460.post-111837846395845896</id><published>2005-06-10T14:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T14:41:03.963+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing blogs</title><content type='html'>Thought I'd have a change of scenery.  My blog thingie can now be found at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/boo26/"&gt;http://www.livejournal.com/users/boo26/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blogitemtitle&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-111837846395845896?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/111837846395845896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=111837846395845896' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/111837846395845896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/111837846395845896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2005/06/changing-blogs.html' title='Changing blogs'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-111828226230107378</id><published>2005-06-09T11:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T11:57:42.306+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Tripping</title><content type='html'>After much fart-arsing around I have finally booked some flights, and am going to Canberra to see Sarah - Woo Hoo!&lt;br /&gt;My mum and I are both going on July 22nd, just for the weekend, and she'll catch up with my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how much travelling I'm doing this year, after these I will have been on 15 flights in just the past few months.  That's probably more flights than I have been on ever.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully this time it's with Quantas, whom Jodie assure me have never ever crashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent some time with my parents last night... and it was fun... spooky.&lt;br /&gt;They are getting a whole new kitchen so I was helping them rip up lino and wash the floor.  Everything has been taken out and all the remains is the four walls.  It was funny cos they are currently cooking with the microwave in my old bedroom and the fridge is in the passage.  There isn't even a sink in the kitchen at present. &lt;br /&gt;By Saturday it will be a whole new room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-111828226230107378?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/111828226230107378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=111828226230107378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/111828226230107378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/111828226230107378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2005/06/tripping.html' title='Tripping'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-111777367174645547</id><published>2005-06-03T14:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T14:41:11.766+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Housemate</title><content type='html'>Ah, so forgot to mention that I won't be getting a housemate afterall.  Things have settled down considerably in the family abode, so it looks like I'm still flying solo.&lt;br /&gt;That's ok though, I have enough trouble cleaning up after myself let alone someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No weekend plans as yet, am on after hours for work, but it's been pretty quiet.  I'll probably just be vegging with some dvd's and stuff, I have a lot of things to watch!&lt;br /&gt;Still haven't finished the second season of Sliders (which I'm a bit addicted to now), plus there's lots of Press Gang, a shite load of Astro Boy, Black Books, Coupling, and then of course we're quite behind in Who... time to hibernate in front of the telly me thinks....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-111777367174645547?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/111777367174645547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=111777367174645547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/111777367174645547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/111777367174645547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2005/06/housemate.html' title='Housemate'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-111761038825024028</id><published>2005-06-01T17:12:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T17:19:48.256+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz</title><content type='html'>Currently tired and trying to get over this cold that hit me quick and hard last Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Am back at work, but wish I wasn't, and now my tummy hurts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you believe it, Saturday night I stayed out to 3am, completely sober and wasn't even very tired!  This is a big feat for me, as I generally zonk very early.  We were having a lot of laughs though with Truth or Dare Poker, which prevent the yawns from taking hold.&lt;br /&gt;I do not need to see those hairy bums again though boys, please keep them in your trousers, K?&lt;br /&gt;I nearly won bowling, 'cept Chris got a few strikes at the last minute, damn you!&lt;br /&gt;Happy b'day to Bron and Sam (who's b'days we were celebrating) hope you had an awesome time :)&lt;br /&gt;Also happy b'day to Rhys, hope you feel better soon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to do some snoozing.  Let loose with the credit card again today, brought socks and boulder holders, geez they cost a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-111761038825024028?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/111761038825024028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=111761038825024028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/111761038825024028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/111761038825024028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2005/06/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.html' title='Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-111682582263448227</id><published>2005-05-23T15:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T15:23:42.640+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Blah</title><content type='html'>Had a blah weekend this weekend.  Didn't get home til 9.30pm on Friday as we had the usual Friday arvo crisis at work.  Was exhausted from that all weekend so it's a bit of a blur really!&lt;br /&gt;Saw Star Wars 3 on Saturday, was quite good I thought, quite sad though.  Got some lovely proteas from Hannah - thanks!&lt;br /&gt;Also my paintings arrived from China last week (shipped them while I was there) so I have been oggling them :)&lt;br /&gt;Then pretty quiet the rest of the weekend, except for family dramas which keep occuring lately and causing much stress!&lt;br /&gt;On the news front, I may be getting a housemate in the form of my brother, which would have positives and negatives.  Company would be good, but if we clash too much then it's not!&lt;br /&gt;We'll see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-111682582263448227?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/111682582263448227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=111682582263448227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/111682582263448227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/111682582263448227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2005/05/weekend-blah.html' title='Weekend Blah'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-111622089128091933</id><published>2005-05-16T15:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T15:21:31.286+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Thumb Strain</title><content type='html'>Saw Kingdom of Heaven Friday night with some buds - I don't care what you say about the movie, Orlando is HOT.  I didn't mind the movie though..&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of movies, Shaun of the dead is such a great one :)&lt;br /&gt;Had a good night Saturday watching Shaun while each cheese toasties with some mates.  I think I have strained my thumb using the sandwhich toaster so often.  I'm a bit addicted to cheese toasties.  My thumb has been caining for 2 days, think I overdid it making toasties for 5 peeps.  But they are so yummy, so I had another yesterday.... I breathed through the pain.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, another movie!  I seem to watch a lot of moofies... this time it was Napoleon Dynamite.. twas weird!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-111622089128091933?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/111622089128091933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=111622089128091933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/111622089128091933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/111622089128091933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2005/05/thumb-strain.html' title='Thumb Strain'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-111620656998403323</id><published>2005-05-16T11:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T11:22:49.986+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Too many DVD's I want</title><content type='html'>Ahhh, too many DVD's, too little money!&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd and 4th seasons of Sliders are released on July 19th (gotta save up), and Season 2 of Press Gang is Coming Soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;PLUS&lt;br /&gt;the 3rd Season of Coupling is now available&lt;br /&gt;What is a person to do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-111620656998403323?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/111620656998403323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=111620656998403323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/111620656998403323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/111620656998403323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2005/05/too-many-dvds-i-want.html' title='Too many DVD&apos;s I want'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-111578206146310589</id><published>2005-05-11T13:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T13:27:41.466+10:00</updated><title type='text'>New toys</title><content type='html'>I have been staying in for lunch all week at work, cos I knew I'd spend money if I went out.&lt;br /&gt;Today I thought, it's ok, I'll just go out, and go to the sushi place, and come back.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I came back, but a hundred bucks lighter, with a rice cooker and a hair straightener.....&lt;br /&gt;Lots of fun to be had this weekend with those *rubs hands together gleefully*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach has finally stopped churning from watching Sin City last night, that was long and a bit too gruesome for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-111578206146310589?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/111578206146310589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=111578206146310589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/111578206146310589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/111578206146310589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2005/05/new-toys.html' title='New toys'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-111571115385297440</id><published>2005-05-10T17:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T17:45:54.683+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Girly Weekend</title><content type='html'>What a fun outing this weekend just been was going to Melbourne with a group of girly friends.&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots of shopping, had our hair done and then did a bit more shopping, and ate out, and had coffee, and some wine... what more could girls want?&lt;br /&gt;We should do that more often!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-111571115385297440?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/111571115385297440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=111571115385297440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/111571115385297440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/111571115385297440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2005/05/girly-weekend.html' title='Girly Weekend'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-111571101400624506</id><published>2005-05-10T17:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T17:43:34.103+10:00</updated><title type='text'>No more tree... but at least Bron loves me!</title><content type='html'>The huge oak tree in my backyard got chopped down last week.  They came back today to take the stump out.&lt;br /&gt;I quite liked the tree really, it was big and old and very pretty.  It was there long before I moved in.  Yes, it got dangerous when the acorns fell, and you just about had to wear a hard hat to put out the washing, but it wasn't really hurting anything.&lt;br /&gt;But apparently the new lady next door didn't like it so much (the tree hung over 3 of our tiny backyards).&lt;br /&gt;The weekend after she moved in she uprooted all her grass and left a nice sheet of dirt as her back yard,  Each day she rakes up all the leaves that have fallen in the night.  Yes, she rakes dirt.  I thought she was going to plant some grass, but no, weeks later, it's still all dirt.  Nicely kept dirt though....&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, apparently she complained that the falling acorns were keeping her awake at night as they clunked on the roof, and that the leaves were causing a lot of mess.  So, down it came.&lt;br /&gt;Now there is no big tree for my baby girls to climb, but there is a hell of a lot more light coming in the back window.&lt;br /&gt;While I don't think it should have gotten the chop, there's nothign I can do now, so I'll just enjoy the changes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-111571101400624506?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/111571101400624506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=111571101400624506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/111571101400624506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/111571101400624506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-more-tree-but-at-least-bron-loves.html' title='No more tree... but at least Bron loves me!'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-111559704470975558</id><published>2005-05-09T10:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T10:04:23.540+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Tee Hee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; 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at &lt;strong&gt;BlogQuiz.Net&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img height="1" src="http://70.84.102.91/x/blogquiz.net-blog/0" width="1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;More&lt;/a&gt; Fun Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; at Blog Quiz!&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blogitemtitle&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-111559704470975558?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/111559704470975558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=111559704470975558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/111559704470975558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/111559704470975558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2005/05/tee-hee.html' title='Tee Hee'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-111527567816580643</id><published>2005-05-05T16:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T16:47:58.170+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Techie me</title><content type='html'>Big news, we got head sets at work today, they are so cool&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I work in a call centre!&lt;br /&gt;We're having great fun with them :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-111527567816580643?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/111527567816580643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=111527567816580643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/111527567816580643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/111527567816580643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2005/05/techie-me.html' title='Techie me'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-111517483606193464</id><published>2005-05-04T12:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T12:49:09.413+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Doop de dooby</title><content type='html'>My first week and a half back has gone very fast, and my memories of my time away seem to be fading quickly. It feels like I was never gone!&lt;br /&gt;A few family issues have kept me plenty stressed and busy, and of course, work hasn't changed.&lt;br /&gt;I was very glad to see my kittens upon returning, and I think they were glad to see me, surprised more than anything. And despite the difficulty in leaving them behind, I am already planning my next trip. I have no idea when or where, but it's fun to plan and speculate, knowing that it may actually eventuate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after my return I was very pleased to catch up on the new Dr Who that I had missed - am loving the new episodes! One a week is torturous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been trying to catch up on the taping my mum did for me while I was away, desperate housewives, stargate etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really hard the first week back, after being in a big group for two weeks, 24 hours a day with people, to sit in my little house alone. I had gotten used to it before, but the continued closeness followed by sudden isolation, made the isolation seem even worse than usual. Am slowly readjusting though, not much of a choice really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am enjoying looking at my many purchases though, and remembering my time away:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first taste of the new pool hall at the Batty last week, when I had the absolute pleasure of kicking Chooka's ass in pool (haven't lost my skills!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am very much looking forward to a girly weekend in Melbourne this weekend for Tonestar's birthday! Magically I expect to have a great time all weekend, be back in time for mother's day and still be awake enough to get to work all next week. Miracles do happen you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-111517483606193464?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/111517483606193464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=111517483606193464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/111517483606193464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/111517483606193464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2005/05/doop-de-dooby.html' title='Doop de dooby'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-111449009162238894</id><published>2005-04-26T14:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T14:34:51.623+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>The world looks very different after spending time in another country.&lt;br /&gt;I was only away two weeks, but it feels more like year!&lt;br /&gt;I had a very awesome time, and some fantastic experiences, and it's really strange to be home again.  Everything looks different, but I think maybe it's me that's different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back at work today and it just feels very wrong!&lt;br /&gt;I should take holidays more often - am already starting to plan my next trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-111449009162238894?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/111449009162238894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=111449009162238894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/111449009162238894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/111449009162238894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-111258329733702771</id><published>2005-04-04T12:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T12:54:57.336+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding news</title><content type='html'>My home was filled with girly shrieks last night, as I gladly accepted the offer to be a bridesmaid again!&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing, is that the wedding is likely to be on the exact same day as the wedding I was in this year (spooky...)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for asking me Sarah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-111258329733702771?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/111258329733702771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=111258329733702771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/111258329733702771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/111258329733702771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2005/04/wedding-news.html' title='Wedding news'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-111225546845678403?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/111225546845678403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=111225546845678403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/111225546845678403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/111225546845678403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2005/03/hmmmm.html' title='Hmmmm'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-111216817435267042</id><published>2005-03-30T17:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T17:36:14.353+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkeys</title><content type='html'>I was walking to work through City Park today, as always, when I saw a policeman walking around the monkey enclosure, watching them.  I felt like asking him if they were behaving themselves...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-111216817435267042?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/111216817435267042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=111216817435267042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/111216817435267042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/111216817435267042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2005/03/monkeys.html' title='Monkeys'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-111154884289744146</id><published>2005-03-23T14:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T14:34:02.896+11:00</updated><title type='text'>More wedding Madness</title><content type='html'>After 3 days solitary confinement, with noone to talk to but the kittens (yes they did start to talk back), it was awesome to get some really good news!&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to Sarah and Michael who are now engaged!!&lt;br /&gt;The kittens say congrats too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-111154884289744146?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/111154884289744146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=111154884289744146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/111154884289744146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/111154884289744146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2005/03/more-wedding-madness.html' title='More wedding Madness'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-111153381104528345</id><published>2005-03-23T10:18:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T10:23:31.046+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Real World</title><content type='html'>Oh my god I'm back in the real world.  Three days dying on my sickbed left me bored out of my brain and dying to come back to work.&lt;br /&gt;I should not have been so hasty!&lt;br /&gt;World, I am back, are you still there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-111153381104528345?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/111153381104528345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=111153381104528345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/111153381104528345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/111153381104528345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2005/03/real-world.html' title='Real World'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-111104125137553233</id><published>2005-03-17T17:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T17:34:12.006+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Catchup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life in Dot Points:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I leave for China in 25 days, ahhhhh!  I've had my shots, got my passport and my case, and am now just living in fear of the flights.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The girls next door have moved out, and Damien and I are hoping for a hot brother/sister combo to move in&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I now have '3' DVD's of the original Astro Boy series - my life is complete (almost)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finally got a set top box thingie, and can get more than one channel at last&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Musings from a night with Chook: If all men are bastards, and all women bitches, is beastiality the only answer?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have purchased two excellent girly flicks: The Notebook and Bridgette Jones 2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm tired&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-111104125137553233?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/111104125137553233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=111104125137553233' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/111104125137553233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/111104125137553233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2005/03/quick-catchup.html' title='Quick Catchup'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-110911827932297204</id><published>2005-02-23T11:23:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T11:24:39.323+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ancient</title><content type='html'>I turned 24 yesterday. I am feeling quite mature and aged. Hopefully it will wear off soon.I had a great birthday, tea with my friends on Friday, cake and pressies yesterday, utterly spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on the subject of passing time, I have passed the one year mark of being 'out on my own'. It's strange to think it's been a whole year. Really it feels a lot longer. I feel like I've been in my little place forever, climbing up and down those damn stairs, endless meals cooked in my tiny kitchen, yummy hours lazing in my huge bed, mess not cleaned up til I decide it's time. I'm used to it now. It is lonely at times, but I'm so busy most of the time, out and about, that it's nice to have some peace and quiet. I do miss having someone to come home to though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kittens had their one year anniversary too. They are so big now, and more annoying than ever really. I can't do anything without them being right there nosing their way in and demanding to join in. Frequently when I am on the phone they put people on hold (don't ask me how) or hang up on them, just so they can have some pat time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 24, my life consists of work, kittens, and Dr WHO.&lt;/blogitemtitle&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-110911827932297204?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/110911827932297204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=110911827932297204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/110911827932297204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/110911827932297204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2005/02/getting-ancient.html' title='Getting Ancient'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-110911779607743743</id><published>2005-02-23T11:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T11:16:36.076+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding</title><content type='html'>Was awesome.   Big and tiring and wonderful to be a part of.&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to Danielle and Geoff, the new Mr and Mrs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-110911779607743743?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/110911779607743743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=110911779607743743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/110911779607743743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/110911779607743743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2005/02/wedding.html' title='The Wedding'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-110729738881295147</id><published>2005-02-02T09:35:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T09:37:18.150+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" width="'600'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/app/" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Mindfuck&lt;/b&gt;. Congratulations, you scored Mindfuck. You've probably seen a lot of movies, and have grown to hate mainstream shit. You're looking for the movie that will leave you breathless, and with 21 questions to think about. Check out: Donnie Darko, Being John Malkovich, Pulp Fiction, Memento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'300'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Mindfuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'70'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;70%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Artistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'65'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;65%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Sci-Fi/Fantasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'60'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;60%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Drama/Suspense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'60'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;60%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Sadistic Humour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'60'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;60%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Romantic Comedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'45'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;45%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Mindless Action Flick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'20'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;20%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/app/" size="1" q_id=""&gt;Movie Recommendation.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blogitemtitle&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-110729738881295147?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/110729738881295147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=110729738881295147' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/110729738881295147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/110729738881295147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2005/02/quiz.html' title='Quiz'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-110663549828042266</id><published>2005-01-25T17:42:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T17:44:58.280+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Accomplished</title><content type='html'>I got my silver shoes - finally!  Bought them not half an hour before requiring them for dress fitting, but all is well.  Now I just have to learn to walk in them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was crazily busy with all the preparations, I can't begin to imagine what it is going to be like this Saturday, with the actual wedding and all.  I think it will utterly exhaust me for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hens night went superbly, not too raunchy and a great night.  The bride had a wicked time and that's what matters.. I would love to post a photo of the night, but apparently blogger doesn't want me to - bad blogger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can now reveal my secret Hens night task was to make a 'special' cake, and I made a penis cake.  It was actually really fun to do, just a few coles baked goods, some cream, some licorice and marshmallows, and ta da - Massive edible penis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep ins tomorrow as it is a public holiday - yay for pulic holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-110663549828042266?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/110663549828042266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=110663549828042266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/110663549828042266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/110663549828042266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2005/01/mission-accomplished.html' title='Mission Accomplished'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-110620511552924572</id><published>2005-01-20T18:02:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T18:11:55.530+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Strappy Silver Shoes</title><content type='html'>Only a week til  the Wedding, and the madness is in full swing.  I know I'm only a bridesmaid, but the pressure to perform is really too much.  It is a big responsibility to be a bridesmaid, and the decision to do so must be made carefully.  I do not regret my acceptance of the task, but gee I will consider it a lot if I am ever asked to do it again.  &lt;em&gt;With great power comes great responsibility.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, the wedding will probably go off without a hitch and the stress will have been for nothing, but for now: STRESS!&lt;br /&gt;My biggested stress is that I still don't have the strappy silver shoes I am supposed to have by Saturday, and I have no idea where to find them.  I haven't had a lunch break since Monday, so there's been no time to look.  With all the things going on in the world right now, my main worry should not be getting a pair of strappy silver shoes, but it is.  Did you know there are many shades of silver shoes, and they can be shiny or matte, and just &lt;strong&gt;how&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;strappy&lt;/strong&gt; do you want them? &lt;br /&gt;I also have my bizarre and secret Henz night task to complete, which I can't mention here cos the bride will see, and it is secret after all.    Weddings do strange things to people.&lt;br /&gt;Work: Busy and stressful (what's new?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-110620511552924572?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/110620511552924572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=110620511552924572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/110620511552924572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/110620511552924572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2005/01/strappy-silver-shoes.html' title='Strappy Silver Shoes'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-110445582542537589</id><published>2004-12-31T13:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T12:17:05.426+11:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Eve</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's new years eve, and as usual I am very unorganised and just working out party plans now!  Should be good, BBQ and drinks and fun at Tiarne's and Bruce's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was good, can't believe it's gone though, all that money and prep time, and bang, one day and it's gone for a whole year.&lt;br /&gt;I did well though, got me microwave and some good stuff, dvd's and what not, a good haul.&lt;br /&gt;Was working on after hours over Christmas, and am totally buggered cos it was real busy.  Plus Chris got sick and I played nurse, taking him to the hospital and stuff.  He's on the mend now I think.&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired, and people keep asking me if I am sick...must remember to look in the miror, maybe I have large purple bumps on my face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-110445582542537589?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/110445582542537589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=110445582542537589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/110445582542537589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/110445582542537589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-years-eve.html' title='New Years Eve'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-110386427449267843</id><published>2004-12-24T15:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T15:57:54.493+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>It's Christmas Eve!&lt;br /&gt;I am so exhausted right now, this month has been very busy at work and I have not been getting near enough sleep, but the thought of pressies has kept me going!&lt;br /&gt;Am on after hours over Christmas, but hopefully, fingers crossed, touch wood, it will be quiet.&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-110386427449267843?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/110386427449267843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=110386427449267843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/110386427449267843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/110386427449267843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-110084981491054532</id><published>2004-11-19T18:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T18:36:54.910+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and Mrs Jones</title><content type='html'>The week's gone by in an absolute blur, where did it go?  I'm not sure, I over slept 3 days this week, maybe I slept a whole day and didn't notice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work very hectic - got offered a new job the other day too, is a reasonable offer, so am contemplating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Bridgette Jones the other day - it was awesome, I cacked (that IS a word) myself laughing all the way through!  It's a must-see, and I am definitely going to see it again before it leaves the cinema!&lt;br /&gt;Still don't have a present for my brother's birthday, however I have a few leads - will have to spend tomorrow shopping.&lt;br /&gt;My bro burnt me a really cool CD full of good songs off the net the other day - he's so good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have booked for *China* - and paid a deposit, it's very exciting, I am actually going!  Next task is to buy the back pack, something I can fill and still be able to carry on my back.  Jodie and I found one that has wheels as well, so I think I'll go for that one.  We're getting down to discussing the in and outs now, and Jodie keeps jumping up and down and yelling excitedly.  I can't believe we're going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cat news:&lt;/em&gt; Petey got hit by a car and broke a leg, I think he's ok though, won't be impregnating anyone for a while though thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go home, too late to still be at work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-110084981491054532?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/110084981491054532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=110084981491054532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/110084981491054532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/110084981491054532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/11/me-and-mrs-jones.html' title='Me and Mrs Jones'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-110049194654732089</id><published>2004-11-15T15:02:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T15:12:26.546+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Tiarne!</title><content type='html'>Would have loved to have been there, maybe next time!&lt;br /&gt;Had a pretty boring weekend, was on afterhours duty, and I think the only other person I saw besides myself was my mum, I'm so cool.  Spent time being reflective (gee, that's new) and mopey (also new - can you sense my sarcasm).&lt;br /&gt;Going to see Bridget Jones 2 this week, is a must see, and will report back on it's undoubted goodness.&lt;br /&gt;I got a letter from Alexia! Thanks for that, will reply asap&lt;br /&gt;Am currently debating what to get my little bro for his 21st - I have no idea what to get him.  I have the same problem every year, but being it's a 21st, a book or DVD just doesn't seem like it will cut it.  Will have to go shopping, such a shame being forced to shop.&lt;br /&gt;I was at work at 7.45am...I am sooo tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-110049194654732089?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/110049194654732089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=110049194654732089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/110049194654732089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/110049194654732089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/11/happy-birthday-tiarne.html' title='Happy Birthday Tiarne!'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-109944808852679419</id><published>2004-11-03T13:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T13:14:48.526+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend</title><content type='html'>So I met the new baby kitties on the weekend, they are very tiny and cute, and must be around 5 days old now. Two are black, one is grey tabby and the other ginger. Awwww, I want some!&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed Petey hanging around again and I’m really hoping he doesn’t impregnate the poor mum again before she has a chance to breathe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a speeding fine yesterday, they snapped me early October in a work car, dammit, same place as last time on the highway behind Uni. But, as luck would have it, I got a bill for insurance for my old car, and when I rang to inform them I sold it last January, they said ‘well hey, you can have some money back!’ So although I got an $80 speeding fine, by tomorrow I will have been handed enough to pay it, and a little left over, how’s that for luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a pretty cruisey long weekend, Friday night had Thai at Morties and saw The Notebook (OMG everyone has to see it it’s awesome!) at the cinema with Danielle who by the way bawled like a baby, while I remained completely dry eyed. What a sook.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday caught up wirh Chook and rented some DVD's, and later caught up on on lots of Dr Who I’ve missed over the past few weeks, and went to see the One Day 2 show with Chris, which was pretty ok.&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was a pretty relaxing time, interspersed with cleaning and playing with kittens. And I had a conversation with my dad. Only cos my mum was in Canberra and noone else was home, so he had to talk to me! I think it proved to him why he keeps our conversations short, cos I really do dribble a lot of crap sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-109944808852679419?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/109944808852679419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=109944808852679419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/109944808852679419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/109944808852679419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-weekend.html' title='My Weekend'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-109943341110469081</id><published>2004-11-03T09:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T09:10:32.860+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM GIR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" src="http://images.quizilla.com/1033295888_sStuffgir1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIR // GIR is one of the most hilarious people on&lt;br /&gt;the show. He's a robot and is SUPPOSED to be&lt;br /&gt;helping Zim. His quote is "Can I be a&lt;br /&gt;moongoose dog?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Enid/quizzes/Which%20Invader%20Zim%20character%20are%20you?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Which Invader Zim character are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-109943341110469081?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/109943341110469081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=109943341110469081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/109943341110469081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/109943341110469081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-am-gir.html' title='I AM GIR!'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-109884227527444848</id><published>2004-10-27T13:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T12:57:55.276+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl next door...</title><content type='html'>The cat next door to me is very fat. I have been debating for a few days now whether it is sick or pregnant. Finally the night before last I went next door and asked. Turns out she's pregnant and about to pop.&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for her really, she can't be much older than my cats, not even 1 year old yet. She doesn't seem to understand what is happening to her, and she keeps howling at my back door and trying to come in. I think she's forgotten where she actually lives. Pregnancy does funny things to the mind.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I think Petey is the father...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-109884227527444848?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/109884227527444848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=109884227527444848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/109884227527444848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/109884227527444848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/10/girl-next-door.html' title='Girl next door...'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-109868537926794301</id><published>2004-10-25T17:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T17:22:59.266+11:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. Brinly</title><content type='html'>My poor little Brinners passed away about a week ago.  She was a sweet little rattie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-109868537926794301?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/109868537926794301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=109868537926794301' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/109868537926794301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/109868537926794301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/10/rip-brinly.html' title='R.I.P. Brinly'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-109765064792026895</id><published>2004-10-13T17:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T17:57:27.920+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy Sleepy</title><content type='html'>I am a bit brain dead (nothing new hey) at the moment as I am in the middle of a three day training program, so I hope this post makes some sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a bit's been happening lately but it'a bit too complex to write about so shall avoid the serious stuff for now.  All I shall say is I am trying to start a new chapter of my life, rewriting some characters and altering the plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M GOING TO CHINA!!&lt;/strong&gt;  Or as I say, Choina!&lt;br /&gt;At least, if I save enough I will be, next April with Jodie a friend at work.  It is ever so exciting, I just hope I save enough!  I am already having nightmares about flying, I am a bit of a chicken when it comes to landings and take-offs.  Jodie promises to sedate me, and honestly I think she may need to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle has left work!  Very sad, things have kind of descended into chaos, cos we moved office and all kinds of things at the same time.  I still see her but I miss her !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't talk to me about the Election.  It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bestest friend Sarah is coming back to town for my birthday!!!  Well, for her dad's, but given he and I have the same birthday, it means she will be around!!&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy about that, will have to plan something special.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to get to Canberra for hers at the end of this month, my mum is actually visiting family there at that time, but I have to save... boo... will try though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle took me to a Mary Kay meeting thing last night, it's so weird, like a cult, we had a good laugh, and got a free product for our troubles so it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off home now to try and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I hate training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-109765064792026895?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/109765064792026895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=109765064792026895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/109765064792026895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/109765064792026895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/10/sleepy-sleepy.html' title='Sleepy Sleepy'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-109652880340031179</id><published>2004-09-30T17:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T17:20:03.400+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Week After</title><content type='html'>After a pretty huge Friday night for Chooka's 21st, where I drank too much, embarressed a few people (namely myself) and got up to mischief, the Wedding was a pretty sedate and soppy affair with lots of laughs, allowing me to recover myself for a lazy Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Overall the best weekend I've had in ages I reckon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-109652880340031179?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/109652880340031179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=109652880340031179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/109652880340031179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/109652880340031179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/09/week-after.html' title='The Week After'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-109583466944099459</id><published>2004-09-22T15:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T16:31:09.440+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Female</title><content type='html'> So I went to the hens night, the most tame event I’ve ever been to, aside from a tea party I went to when I was five…&lt;br /&gt;Sat with Danielle and Jodie and plotted the skanky party we’re going to have for Danielle’s hens night, dressed as hooker’s…&lt;br /&gt;The best bit of the night was the strange woman sitting at the table near us who had the worst/best (!) mullet I have ever seen, and looked like she’d been plucked straight out of an 80’s dance clip, she even &lt;strong&gt;skipped&lt;/strong&gt; to the toilet at one stage.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the bride was going on about how her boob size changes each week, depending on her cycle.  They go from A to B to C and back again.&lt;br /&gt;Being female is so hard!  Having these strange forces that affect our bodies so dramatically.  I think for me, it affects my feelings and moods.  I might react one way to a situation one week, and a completely different way to the same situation the next week.  It drives me nuts, not to mention those around me!&lt;br /&gt;So this week I’m having one of those strange down weeks where I feel very contemplative, and play with the idea of moving to a new place and changing my identity so I can have a different life.  Just reassessing my goals and relationships, I think perhaps there are some which don’t have a positive effect on me.  I wish I had an inbuilt computer which spat out a printout of my current feelings on things, cos god knows I can’t figure them out.&lt;br /&gt;Oh it’s all too hard!!!  I will just go home today and pat kittens and try not think too much.  Am holding out for Chook’s 21st on Friday night when I can get very sloshed in her back yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-109583466944099459?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/109583466944099459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=109583466944099459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/109583466944099459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/109583466944099459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/09/being-female.html' title='Being Female'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-109540566788997176</id><published>2004-09-17T17:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T17:21:07.890+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, a model?</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how much a couple of days can drain out of you.... I have had a hellishly busy few days at work and am absolutely buggered.  Time for a relaxing weekend, well, a relaxing Sunday anyway!  To much to do Saturday what with Hens night activities etc.  I have to be ready to go by 9:30 tomorrow morning, which is way to early to be active on a Saturday!  Especially when you will be sitting for four hours having makeup applied, taken off, and reapplied many times during those hours.  Ahh, the things we go through so our friends can be Mary Kay ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-109540566788997176?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/109540566788997176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=109540566788997176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/109540566788997176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/109540566788997176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/09/me-model.html' title='Me, a model?'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-109513716665070306</id><published>2004-09-14T14:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T14:47:09.716+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Success feels good</title><content type='html'>We won trivia again last night!! And this time I actually managed to answer a few questions, so I felt pretty special!&lt;br /&gt;Interesting trivia story: While in the loo’s during half time break, I noticed two pairs of shoes sticking out of the stall next door…. Thank goodness they stayed silent while I was in there, but needless to say I got out of there pretty quick… and 10 minutes later so did they!&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised to see it was a couple in their 30's - would've expected better! Wedding fever has hit at work, and I wish it would go away, everyone is wedding obsessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three people in my workplace are getting married within the next three weeks, and another is planning their daughters’.&lt;br /&gt;I finished the 5th Harry Potter book the other night, it was so good, but now I’m at a loss… no more potty!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, by the way I got the job! The interview was really relaxed, they sat scoffing pizza while I nervously answered their questions. And the next day they rang, and both Danielle and I got spots! Success feels good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-109513716665070306?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/109513716665070306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=109513716665070306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/109513716665070306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/109513716665070306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/09/success-feels-good.html' title='Success feels good'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-109470984677795667</id><published>2004-09-09T15:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T16:04:06.776+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Loony</title><content type='html'>I have an interview tonight after work, am a bit nervous! I loathe interviews, and I actually sought this one out myself, I'm a loony.&lt;br /&gt;It's just for after hours oncall work for another service, it pays better than our after hours work does. Both me and Danielle my work buddy are applying.&lt;br /&gt;In breaking news, Danielle my work buddy is leaving me! She has a new job (congratulations) and is leaving us on Oct 11. Very sad, but luckily she will be just down the road from us, so we can still see her regularly. And I still get to be her bridesmaid in January, so that's ok.&lt;br /&gt;Also today, yet another bloody builder traipsing through my little home doing a quote for the owner. I wish it would stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-109470984677795667?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/109470984677795667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=109470984677795667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/109470984677795667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/109470984677795667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/09/loony.html' title='Loony'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-109454186863731314</id><published>2004-09-07T17:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T17:24:28.636+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Me!</title><content type='html'>I got told off last night by Tonestar for not updating my blog more often, so here's a new post!&lt;br /&gt;Umm... Blog Block strikes...&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, I bought a soccor ball on the weekend, hours of fun for the whole family!&lt;br /&gt;But the first time I played with it, it got all dirty and scratched, which was a bit upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;I saw George again the other day! He's still around tho obviously very cunning and elusive.&lt;br /&gt;I washed my car on the weekend, first time in months, looks all nice and shiny now, you forget what's hiding under all that scunge.&lt;br /&gt;My lease has now been extended for three months, so I'm not homeless - but still not happy that the real estate have mucked me around so much the buggers.&lt;br /&gt;Am half way through the 5th Harry Potter and loving it, it's quite dark though, not really for the kiddies.&lt;br /&gt;A girl at work is trying to set me up with a lawyer friend of hers.... should be interesting....&lt;br /&gt;Monday nights are now trivia nights. I'm in the team Mixed Nuts, and we generally kick ass, but last night was tough...we came 4th, but we'll win next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-109454186863731314?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/109454186863731314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=109454186863731314' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/109454186863731314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/109454186863731314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/09/lazy-me.html' title='Lazy Me!'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465460.post-109350452981905644</id><published>2004-08-26T17:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T17:17:26.810+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Petey</title><content type='html'>I am addicted to Rachet and Clank. It's such a cool game! I think the girls are sick of me sitting there and playing and not paying them attention!&lt;br /&gt;A new cat seems to have made me it's carer.  I have named him Petey.  Petey had started living outside my house. He is large and has dark black fur which is going grey. He yowls and yowls at my door. He can hear me in there playing Rachet and Clank. So eventually I feed him.... and now he won't go away....   Strangely George has disappeared... :(&lt;br /&gt;The girls don't like Petey very much, and he keeps spraying everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;In other news - we came second in the trivia night!! Yay we are so smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-109350452981905644?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/109350452981905644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=109350452981905644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/109350452981905644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/109350452981905644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/08/petey.html' title='Petey'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-109299066085357649</id><published>2004-08-20T18:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T18:31:00.853+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiny Precious</title><content type='html'>My new Silver PS2 is shiny and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-109299066085357649?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/109299066085357649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=109299066085357649' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/109299066085357649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/109299066085357649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/08/shiny-precious.html' title='Shiny Precious'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-109299054576334307</id><published>2004-08-20T18:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T18:29:05.763+10:00</updated><title type='text'>5am!!!!!</title><content type='html'>That's how early I had to get up on Monday!&lt;br /&gt;It was Dark and Cold.&lt;br /&gt;I nearly fell asleep many times during the drive to Hobart.&lt;br /&gt;Coke and sugary lollies should not be consumed before 8am.&lt;br /&gt;The training I went to was very good, and the hotel was swish, all in all it was a nice two days away :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-109299054576334307?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/109299054576334307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=109299054576334307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/109299054576334307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/109299054576334307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/08/5am_20.html' title='5am!!!!!'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-109238213309694026</id><published>2004-08-13T17:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T17:28:53.096+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Fuzz</title><content type='html'>Well, I've seen George once since the morning we met, I think the bad weather is keeping him inside his leafy nest all snuggly and warm.  I will keep vigilant for sightings however.&lt;br /&gt;Today is such a yucky rainy day, it's been so nice and spingy lately, so I guess now we're paying for it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Hobart on Monday, leaving at 6am (!) for the night, returning late Tuesday.  This will be the longest time the girls have spent alone!  I am currently trying to recruit people to feed and hug them while I am away so they don't starve and get lonely.&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday and my brain is not working very well, I hope this post makes sense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-109238213309694026?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/109238213309694026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=109238213309694026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/109238213309694026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/109238213309694026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/08/brain-fuzz.html' title='Brain Fuzz'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-109212184376557044</id><published>2004-08-10T17:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T17:10:43.766+10:00</updated><title type='text'>George</title><content type='html'>I made a discovery this morning.  As I was rushing around getting ready, I noticed Ayame staring very intently at something in the garden. There were no birds about so I leant over, and there with it's head sticking out of the large pile of leaves in my yard, was the face of a little rat. He sniffed the air a bit, then hopped out and ran about a bit, then hopped back in. He's so cute! The girls and I named him George. They reaaaallllly like George.&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited I rang my mum to tell her. She told me that most people would be upset by the prospect of rats in their back yard.&lt;br /&gt;I will endeavour to get a photo of him when I get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-109212184376557044?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/109212184376557044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=109212184376557044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/109212184376557044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/109212184376557044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/08/george.html' title='George'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-109203539243606830</id><published>2004-08-09T17:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T17:10:53.276+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling of me-ness</title><content type='html'>I've had this weird feeling creep up on me over the last 24hrs, and I'm not quite sure how to describe it. I've had it before but not quite like this. No, it's not a sharp stabbing in my chest or anything like that. It's kind of, of being separate to the rest of the world, of being my own entity rather than smushed into the blur of everything else. Of being an autonomous isolated being.&lt;br /&gt;That's sounds a bit strange. I mean I know I'm separate to the rest of the world, but I've just had the feeling very strongly since yesterday.... hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-109203539243606830?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/109203539243606830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=109203539243606830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/109203539243606830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/109203539243606830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/08/feeling-of-me-ness.html' title='Feeling of me-ness'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-109160455375209051</id><published>2004-08-04T17:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T17:29:13.753+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Books</title><content type='html'>I love the british comedy show Black Books.  I want to BE Bernard.  I want to own a book shop and have poor hygiene and be incredibly rude and hostile and sit at work all day drinking myself into stupour....&lt;br /&gt;If you saw my lounge room right now you'd think I was part way there.  A bomb hit it this week, really it did, it's not just me being lazy and messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am still in my little 'townhouse' (I'm learning a lot from real estate websites, while I search for a new place), and awaiting news from the Real Estate Bitch Who Can't Count.  I have been looking on the sites every day for a new place, but nothing suitable has come up yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought the fifth Harry Potter book today, which was a really &lt;strong&gt;stupid&lt;/strong&gt; thing to do.  I'm only two thirds through the 3rd book, and I don't own the fourth.  The new book is tempting me to cheat and read ahead..... I can hear it taunting me.  Will have to hide it out of sight for a while.. I'll soon forget I bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-109160455375209051?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/109160455375209051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=109160455375209051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/109160455375209051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/109160455375209051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/08/black-books.html' title='Black Books'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-109143281363805546</id><published>2004-08-02T17:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:46:53.636+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Arthur</title><content type='html'>I saw King Arthur!  It was really good!&lt;br /&gt;I wish it was Friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-109143281363805546?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/109143281363805546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=109143281363805546' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/109143281363805546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/109143281363805546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/08/arthur.html' title='Arthur'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-109115889542190356</id><published>2004-07-30T13:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T13:47:38.160+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rollercoaster of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kittens had their operation - lots of stress re: mix up of getting the wrong cat back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched Dr Who! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bit sick with a cold &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cleaned up big time because... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Owners of my place came around with 3 builder guys, and stomped around for ages doing quotes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still Sick &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slept til 12 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kittens feeling sorry for themselves &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had an 80's Vid and pizza night with some of the girls from work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miscalculated my budgeting and spent the day thinking I was way more broke than I am (blamed it on being sick) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Su&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;STILL sick and again, slept til 12 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took it easy &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bored &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kittens doing better &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched BB final &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sick day off work &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got bored and cleaned and watched telly &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kittens back to normal and annoying as usual &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blogitemtitle&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tired and slothful back at work &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tax man didn’t give me any money back so I got very down &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stressed re: possibly having to move house &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went and watched a movie and ate chocolate with friends to cheer me up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still felt crappy about the tax man &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Majorly panicking cos I have to move out of my home and have nowhere to go &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happy cos I lost .6 at my ww meeting &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Continued to panic about having to move &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Settled down a bit when my real estate said they miscalculated and&amp;nbsp;I have another month &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had a fun night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to relax!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-109115889542190356?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/109115889542190356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=109115889542190356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/109115889542190356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/109115889542190356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/07/rollercoaster-of-me.html' title='The Rollercoaster of Me'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-109099863686144506</id><published>2004-07-28T17:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T17:10:36.860+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats or Men?</title><content type='html'>Each morning I wake&lt;br /&gt;to whiskers tickling my cheek and &lt;br /&gt;pawing at my chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-109099863686144506?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/109099863686144506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=109099863686144506' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/109099863686144506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/109099863686144506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/07/cats-or-men.html' title='Cats or Men?'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-109030848446985546</id><published>2004-07-20T17:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T17:28:04.470+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I like Socks</title><content type='html'>It was so cold this morning I wore &lt;strong&gt;two&lt;/strong&gt; pairs of socks to work.&amp;nbsp; I’ve never done it before, however on the weekend I finally went and bought a heap of new socks, and am now revelling in my sockiness!&lt;br /&gt;I caught up with a couple of old high school friends on Friday night, it was heaps of fun, but so bizarre, as I haven’t really spoken to these people in 8 years!&amp;nbsp; It was great to catch up with them though, reminisce about our high school days and find out what everyone is doing now.&amp;nbsp; We’re doing it again next month too, with a few more of our old gang, I can’t wait.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I had an idea today, I think I might buy a house.&amp;nbsp; Renting is such a waste of money, and the awesome lady I share an office with is selling hers, so I might buy it.&amp;nbsp; It's a nice big house with a cool view, and when I decide to travel I could rent it out to people.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Might sleep on it and decide tomorrow though, big decisions require a bit of thought at least!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-109030848446985546?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/109030848446985546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=109030848446985546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/109030848446985546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/109030848446985546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-like-socks.html' title='I like Socks'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-108987756482428054</id><published>2004-07-15T17:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T17:46:04.823+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Elephants</title><content type='html'>I got to drive a four wheel drive for the first time yesterday, a nice shiny one, it was really cool, but a bit scary!  I felt so high up and powerful, I nearly went all monster truck and just plowed down the cars in front of me... but I controlled myself.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much else going on really, am very tired and working too hard of course, but only one more day to go before the glorious weekend :)&lt;br /&gt;I think I will be house hunting over the weekend, if I can be bothered... might just stay in bed...&lt;br /&gt;Am very keen to see the new King Arthur movie, it looks really cool, only got 3 1/2 stars in the review I saw, but hey, what do they know.&lt;br /&gt;Have bought way too much Mary Kay this week and am broke til Wednesday (pay day, my fave day) so will have to be a bit boring til then.&lt;br /&gt;Going home now, to do as little as possible, big day tomorrow, need to rest up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-108987756482428054?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/108987756482428054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=108987756482428054' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108987756482428054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108987756482428054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/07/elephants.html' title='Elephants'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-108961987845199862</id><published>2004-07-12T18:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T18:11:18.450+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hole</title><content type='html'>There is a large square hole in my ceiling at the moment, just above the stove.  I am a bit scared that something creepy will crawl out of it.  The plumber cut it out on Sunday morning, he woke me up at 11am damn him!  We thought my toilet was leaking out into the lounge room below, but it turns out it's the shower.  All fixed now tho.  Except for the hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my lease runs out on July 30th, and 'they' still haven't decided if 'they' will renew it.  I don't wanna move!  I am settled and happy in my cramped little space!  I can walk to work in 15 mins and the shop in 2 and the gym in 4!&lt;br /&gt;But I have no control over it, and refuse to stress too much.  We will see what comes my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-108961987845199862?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/108961987845199862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=108961987845199862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108961987845199862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108961987845199862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/07/hole.html' title='The Hole'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-108935965348238746</id><published>2004-07-09T17:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T17:54:13.483+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Cha Cha Cha</title><content type='html'>Despite not really intending to, I went back to dance classes last night.  It's been a long week and I thought it might pep me up a bit to last through today.  I had tonnes of fun, but felt a bit like a dancing machine.  There were too many guys, like 3 more than girls, so two of us girls had to keep rotating partners.  The guys got a break but we had to keep going and going so they all got a turn.  I have to say I felt a bit like an animal being made to perform.  I'm not very good anyway so I got to stomp on lots of toes which made me feel a bit better.&lt;br /&gt;It is fun tho, so I think I might keep going.  A good workout if nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am intending to go out drinking and playing pool tonight, try to relax and wind down a bit, and then get LOTS of sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-108935965348238746?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/108935965348238746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=108935965348238746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108935965348238746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108935965348238746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/07/cha-cha-cha.html' title='Cha Cha Cha'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-108875344842914541</id><published>2004-07-02T17:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T17:30:48.430+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Haze</title><content type='html'>For the last month or more I've felt like I've been walking around in a blurry haze.  I've been tired, unable to focus and sometimes not able to move.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully it's lifted in the past week or so, and I feel much less dead now.&lt;br /&gt;After a busy week I'm going home to sleep, and my favourite pasttime: pat kittens :)&lt;br /&gt;I like having a pleasant week where all is good in my world (touch wood).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-108875344842914541?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/108875344842914541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=108875344842914541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108875344842914541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108875344842914541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/07/haze.html' title='The Haze'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-108858129860457192</id><published>2004-06-30T17:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T17:41:38.603+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Kittens on Heat</title><content type='html'>There's a terribly pittiful meowing sound that comes out of my kittens at the moment.  It's unbearable and I swear the neighbours must think I'm torturing them.&lt;br /&gt;They do it constantly in the morning, and it's really tough when you know it's them begging for sex.  I tell them if I'm not getting any, they aren't getting any, so quit your whinging.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I open the door to go in or out, they dive past me and outside.  I tell them they're going to be raped by the boys that are hanging around the house lately.  Their constant meowing is making me sadistic.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time for &lt;strong&gt;THE OPERATION&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-108858129860457192?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/108858129860457192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=108858129860457192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108858129860457192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108858129860457192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/06/kittens-on-heat.html' title='Kittens on Heat'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-108814871260489640</id><published>2004-06-25T17:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T17:31:52.603+10:00</updated><title type='text'>No more Llamas</title><content type='html'>Forfeited dancing this week to attend a Mary Kay party and be all girly instead.  I'm just not coordinated for dancing, and I calculated I wouldn't have a partner this week, and was too afraid of the old last picked syndrome, figured I'd end up with the teacher or something!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, got to watch some episodes of Coupling afterwards, that is such a cool show, giggled myself silly&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice cheer up, after being a &lt;em&gt;travelling road show of doom &lt;/em&gt;all that day in the north east of the state.&lt;br /&gt;Being a &lt;strong&gt;travelling roadshow of doom &lt;/strong&gt;is something we do often at work, and you really do need a good pick me up afterwards, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;Off to sleep my way through another weekend...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-108814871260489640?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/108814871260489640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=108814871260489640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108814871260489640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108814871260489640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/06/no-more-llamas.html' title='No more Llamas'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-108778508685697641</id><published>2004-06-21T12:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T12:31:26.856+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Spank!</title><content type='html'>I stayed out til 4am!  This would come as a huge shock to most people who know me, as I’m usually the one yawning and nodding off around 11pm.  I’m not quite sure how I managed it, but there was alcohol involved.  Had a great time though, and definitely want to do it again, though lets start playing Pass Out earlier, as by 3am I really couldn’t get excited about drinking even more, with visions of vomiting kept me to the lemonade, which is really not the whole point of Pass Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-108778508685697641?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/108778508685697641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=108778508685697641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108778508685697641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108778508685697641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/06/spank.html' title='Spank!'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-108754240247705889</id><published>2004-06-18T17:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T17:06:42.476+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Llama</title><content type='html'>Yes, that's what a I think I must look like when I'm trying to do Latin dancing!  My feet were not made for such fast steps.&lt;br /&gt;It was great fun but pretty tough, thanks for sticking it out with me Damien!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-108754240247705889?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/108754240247705889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=108754240247705889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108754240247705889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108754240247705889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/06/dancing-llama.html' title='Dancing Llama'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-108737040857311308</id><published>2004-06-16T17:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T17:20:08.573+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Implosion</title><content type='html'>After saying 'never again' I have spent the past 5 days working after hours for work.&lt;br /&gt;What can I say, I like money.&lt;br /&gt;I have given away the next two nights though, as my normally forgetful brain has gone completely into overdrive, and I can't even recall what someone said to me 5 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;I spent 3 days straight (cos we had a public hol) stuck inside cos it was pouring with rain, on the damn phone.  I have never had so many calls before.&lt;br /&gt;Thanksfully it's over now, and my sojourn into latin of the dancing variety begins tomorrow...  if I'm not too scared to go....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-108737040857311308?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/108737040857311308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=108737040857311308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108737040857311308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108737040857311308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/06/brain-implosion.html' title='Brain Implosion'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-108728396886031220</id><published>2004-06-15T17:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T17:19:28.860+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Neighbourly</title><content type='html'>I have a new neighbour!  And I know them!  In all my life I don't think I've ever had a neighbour I knew and didn't loathe!&lt;br /&gt;Until I was 21 and moved out of home, we were surrounded by drug dealers and mentally incapable people.  But no, we did not live in Dover Village.  &lt;br /&gt;Then at my last house I never knew the neighbours.  Not sure why, just never met them in a whole year of living there.&lt;br /&gt;But now, two doors down lives someone nice that I know!&lt;br /&gt;It's freaky but pretty cool, and he has lots of cool DVD's.  And even though his place is an exact mirror image of mine, it's really nothing like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-108728396886031220?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/108728396886031220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=108728396886031220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108728396886031220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108728396886031220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/06/being-neighbourly.html' title='Being Neighbourly'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-108682731514741125</id><published>2004-06-10T10:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T10:28:35.146+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Deaf and Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Dissociatives concert was awesome!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been to a concert for so long, and this was a great reintroduction!&lt;br /&gt;The Presets were pretty ordinary, just two guys standing on stage with keyboards.  One of the guys looked like he was a roadie who'd just wandered on stage and decided to have a play.&lt;br /&gt;Little Birdie were awesome tho, the singer chick's voice is just amazing, definitely gotta buy their album! One of the guitarists was wearing a long sleeved white shirt.  I think he was rebelling against the whole 'lets wear black and look angry' thing and definitely stood out like a sore thumb.&lt;br /&gt;And of course the Dissociatives were very, very cool.  They played lots of songs from the album, as well as a couple of new ones only heard previously in Hobart, so that was special, and two covers, one by the Fauves about Dogs(?) which was wicked.&lt;br /&gt;I loved the fact that they didn't just play the album the way it sounds on CD, they mixed it up a lot and gave us some great stuff - some of the songs sounded totally different.&lt;br /&gt;Was an awesome night, a bit sad there weren't more people, but it meant a better view for me so that's ok!&lt;br /&gt;Rock on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-108682731514741125?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/108682731514741125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=108682731514741125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108682731514741125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108682731514741125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/06/deaf-and-happy.html' title='Deaf and Happy'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-108630538883004879</id><published>2004-06-04T09:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T09:29:48.830+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty!</title><content type='html'>Harry Potter 3 Rocks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-108630538883004879?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/108630538883004879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=108630538883004879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108630538883004879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108630538883004879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/06/potty.html' title='Potty!'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-108572972648187431</id><published>2004-05-28T17:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T17:35:26.483+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Blergh</title><content type='html'>That's the only word I can use to describe my week.&lt;br /&gt;I need sleep and lots of it.  I got tired watching telly last night on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;I need a job that is not so stressful!  I have this state I reach regularly at work where I go nonverbal.  I am so stressed and tired I cease to be able to speak.  I have reached that a lot this week.  I got a whiteboard for 2 bucks at chicken feed the other day, just a little one, and I think I have a use for it now...!&lt;br /&gt;Off to sleep my way through another weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-108572972648187431?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/108572972648187431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=108572972648187431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108572972648187431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108572972648187431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/05/blergh.html' title='Blergh'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-108555699205344792</id><published>2004-05-26T17:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T17:36:32.053+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Spider Saga</title><content type='html'>I hate spiders very very much.  They are hairy and creepy and icky.  But I don't mind daddy longlegs (I wonder if that is their technical name...?) because they aren't hairy and they move slow, and can't hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the other night I was pottering around home, folding washing etc, and I went to put it away in my room.&lt;br /&gt;When I turned the light on my finely tuned spider senses honed in on a big white tip spider near the roof.  I climbed on my bed for a better look.  One of the resident Daddy's had caught a white tip in it's web, and was winding his silk around him.  It was icky, but I couldn't kill the white tip without hurting the daddy, so shuddering I left them to their instinctive ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went back up about 15 minutes later, they were gone... no sign of either of them.  I of course freaked and searched the room frantically, and scolded the kittens assuming they had clawed them down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I of course couldn't go to bed til the icky spider mystery was solved.  I left the room again and 10 minutes later returned.  I immediately spotted the white tip further along the wall by itself, looking all gross and hairy.  It had obviously defeated the daddy and eaten him.&lt;br /&gt;Taking vengence for the daddy, I got my trusty home brand fly spray, and blew the shit out of him.  He fell to the floor behind my bed.  I sprayed him some more on the floor, just to be sure, and left the room feeling chuffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while later I got ready for bed.  I looked beside my bed for my victim - and it was gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freaked again.  This super spider had defeated a daddy and the fly spray... and he was loose in my room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I resolved that I could not go to bed til this spider was squished into tiny peices on the floor.  I wondered if spider hunting was a good enough reason to miss work the next day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed my weapon of choice - a pencil, the only thing I could find in my room - and began poking around where he had fallen.  Being a normal person, I have a heap of boxes and crap under my bed, which made it difficult.  It was also difficult because I didn't physically want to get too close to the area, in case he jumped out at me or somehow got on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after some poking I got down on my hands and knees and scanned under the bed.  There was a little black thing about half a foot from the wall.  One of the kittens approached it and sniffed it for a while, and then moved on.  From the time spent sniffing, I determined that this 'thing' was not a normal under the bed stalwart, it must have just arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was not a job for a pencil.  I raced downstairs and grabbed the flipper thing that you use to turn food in the frypan.  I ran back upstairs and over to the side of the bed.  Again not wanting to get to close to the area, I reached the flipper under the bed and began trying to sweep it out.  On the third go it worked!  It was the spider!  In it's last few moments of its icky life it had dragged itself a few inches under the bed.  Gleefully I squished the crap out of it with the flipper.  The body parts remain there as a warning to other icky spiders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I got some sleeeeeeeeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-108555699205344792?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/108555699205344792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=108555699205344792' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108555699205344792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108555699205344792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/05/spider-saga.html' title='Spider Saga'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-108546773928670456</id><published>2004-05-25T16:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T16:48:59.286+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My Guilty NotSoSecret</title><content type='html'>I saw Troy... again.  It was so good the first time, and Chook wanted to go, so I went again.  There’s not many movies I’ve paid to see twice at the cinema, so that’s quite an honour for Troy.  And I still loved it, it wasn’t as surprising obviously but I still liked it and still want to buy it when it comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Zim.  I have had Zim and Gir residing in my head for about a week now.  I’ve even started to talk like Gir.  It’s scaring me a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know Cock Sucking Cowboys now 'come' in a bottle like cruisers and breezers - they are really yummi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long now, til 2 exciting events - the premiere of Harry Potter 3, and the Dissociatives concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-108546773928670456?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/108546773928670456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=108546773928670456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108546773928670456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108546773928670456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/05/my-guilty-notsosecret.html' title='My Guilty NotSoSecret'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-108503816243185200</id><published>2004-05-20T17:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T17:29:22.430+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dissociative Disorder</title><content type='html'>Yay!  I'm going to see the Dissociatives in concert - yay again!&lt;br /&gt;Got my tix Tuesday, 10th row back in the middle, pretty sweet spot.  Got the CD too so I can bone up on my lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also yay, I have tomorrow off!  Here I come three day weekend... sleep in... lazy days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-108503816243185200?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/108503816243185200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=108503816243185200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108503816243185200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108503816243185200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/05/dissociative-disorder.html' title='Dissociative Disorder'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-108495146858401186</id><published>2004-05-19T17:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T17:24:28.586+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Trojans rock</title><content type='html'>I have to say, I lurved TROY!  I just thought it was awesome, I love movies like that, and plan to add it to my collection as soon as the DVD is released!  It'll sit there alongside Gladiator, Braveheart, Joan of Arc and it's other awesome buddies.&lt;br /&gt;I love stories like that, as you can gather from my dvd collection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And afterwards we watched Invader Zim and other stuff with Tiarne and Bruce - Yay, I have had a good Zim week, more last night too!&lt;br /&gt;I love Zim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-108495146858401186?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/108495146858401186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=108495146858401186' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108495146858401186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108495146858401186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/05/trojans-rock.html' title='Trojans rock'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-108452089966993799</id><published>2004-05-14T17:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T17:49:56.176+10:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>I am sooooooo happy it's Friday, even though I know the weekend will go super fast and soon it will be Monday.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to sleeeep so much.  And play with kittens.  I think they have felt a bit neglected lately...&lt;br /&gt;I should take them to see Troy at CMAX when we go tomorrow, they're girls, I'm sure they'll appreciate seeing Brad Pitt and Orlando Bloom as much as me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have stayed at work too long and now it's dark, and I get to walk home in the dark.  I hate that.  I want daylight savings to start again.  By the time I get home I will have missed Deal or No Deal...bugga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris has a mullet, hee hee mullet boy, maybe Officer Perry needs to have a mullet...?&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am a bit delirious from too long at work.  Someone else better drive to Devonport tomorrow, while I sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Van Helsing....hmm, interesting... wait til it comes out on video, K?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-108452089966993799?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/108452089966993799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=108452089966993799' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108452089966993799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108452089966993799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/05/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-108417364549549000</id><published>2004-05-10T17:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T17:20:45.496+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa this is different</title><content type='html'>I just went to the blogger site to update this very blog, and it's all different!  Bit freaky, but I'll roll with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well my Zoomy Roomy has now moved out.  Her two weeks expired, the plaster and paint are dry on her room and she's moved back home.  &lt;br /&gt;I felt the loss for a day or so, not too much cos she was never really there anyway, but I am happy to have my house to myself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am VERY tired though.  I managed to hook my old tv up in my bedroom, so I could watch telly in bed.  But now I watch telly so much I don't get enough sleep - bad move!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought the new Extra Drops today, like the chewy but little lollies instead.  They are quite good.  I worry sometimes that my teeth are not as well cared for as they should be, and will all fall out, so now I will fix that by eating lollies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO TONI!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to look elsewhere for work.  Looking doesn't necessarily mean I will actually apply, but I will start to look, it's like precontemplating leaving DV... we did a workshop on that last week... anyway, I am precontemplating leaving my job, or is it contemplating?  Anyway, I'm checking out new jobs and what they offer and seeing what's out there.  Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood&lt;/strong&gt;:  Pretty damn good today, though a bit shitted with work, butwhat's new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-108417364549549000?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/108417364549549000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=108417364549549000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108417364549549000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108417364549549000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/05/whoa-this-is-different_10.html' title='Whoa this is different'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-108356963626925466</id><published>2004-05-03T17:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T17:38:15.060+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiles</title><content type='html'>So after my gloomy week last week, I started to perk up a bit on Thursday night.  Chop Shop will do that to you!  For some reason the clouds just lifted Thursday afternoon, and I felt great.  So I went out, drank, watched chop shop, waltzed a little and went home at 1am.  A really great night.  Still feeling pretty good this week, a little delirious with stress at work, but managing to leave it there when I go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kittens have hit a new milestone!  I noticed on the weekend they are now jumping directly on and off the bench (which they aren't allowed on) instead of having to use a chair to get up and down.  My little girls are growing up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going home to sleep now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-108356963626925466?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/108356963626925466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=108356963626925466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108356963626925466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108356963626925466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/05/smiles.html' title='Smiles'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-108296525287975841</id><published>2004-04-26T17:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T17:45:05.076+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoomy Roomy</title><content type='html'>I forgot to mention, I have a flatmate!  Well, for 2 weeks anyway.  Chook has come to stay while her parents replaster her bedroom.  She's paying her way by cooking and cleaning for me.&lt;br /&gt;It's weird to have someone living with me again, very strange indeed.  I am worried that I will get used to having someone around again, and will feel lost when she goes.&lt;br /&gt;The real estate don't know yet cos they won't return my bloody calls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-108296525287975841?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/108296525287975841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=108296525287975841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108296525287975841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108296525287975841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/04/zoomy-roomy.html' title='Zoomy Roomy'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-108296494370601596</id><published>2004-04-26T17:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T17:39:55.983+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Stunt Undies</title><content type='html'>I feel so stuffed right now.  I have had such a rollercoaster of a fortnight, both physically and emotionally... and I just want to sleep!  And drink coke, that looks mighty appealing right now...&lt;br /&gt;But it's Monday and I need to be in work mode.  Blergh&lt;br /&gt;I spent an entire 6 days on after hours duty for work, that means working 24 hours a day, for 6 days, doesn't matter if your sleeping or crapping you have to answer the goddamn phone.  It is the most draining thing I have done in my life.  This is only the second time I have done the full week, and again I say, NEVER AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side - my mum does not have breast cancer - yay!  It took a long trip to Hobart and back and some fighting with my sibs to discover this, but it's all good.  It's very scary to think such a horrible thing could happen to your family.  I couldn't bear to lose my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a play the other day, starring 'the ex who I think is still a friend'.  It was really depressing, all about relationships and how they're crap and never work.  Seeing as being single again still smarts a little, it was not the best info to be exposed to, but I came out of it ok, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm pissed cos I got mail from the real estate saying it's time for an inspection.  Honestly I feel like they are harrassing me, three inspections in three months, christ.  I lived in my old place for a year and we never had an inspection.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate time.  Time moves too fast when you want it to go slow, and too slow when you want it to go fast.  And when your at work it moves especially slow.&lt;br /&gt;It's 5:35 and I'm still here.  Seeing as my brain didn't start this morning when my body did, I figure I owe the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-108296494370601596?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/108296494370601596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=108296494370601596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108296494370601596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108296494370601596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/04/stunt-undies.html' title='Stunt Undies'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-108132262169338987</id><published>2004-04-07T17:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T17:27:28.013+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring Ring</title><content type='html'>Being oncall for work is a fickle beast.  You take the phone home and try to forget it's there.  When your doing nothing and have free time, it doesn't ring.  When your right in the middle of something and least expect it, it rings.  Happens every time.  I really should allow myself the head breathing space when I leave work, not to have to go back into work mode in the middle of the night for some emergency.  But, you get money, not a lot albeit, but enough to make you do it.  Being so poor, I am an oncall slut, if it's available, I take it.&lt;br /&gt;Last night was classic, watching a movie at cool shite night, just getting to the climax of the movie, and off it goes.  Never did find out how the movie ended... and probably, I never will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-108132262169338987?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/108132262169338987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=108132262169338987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108132262169338987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108132262169338987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/04/ring-ring.html' title='Ring Ring'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-108114921592227667</id><published>2004-04-05T17:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T17:17:19.653+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming and going</title><content type='html'>Only 4 more sleeps til Sarah arrives!  Sad tho, cos the day after she arrives another friend is leaving - for a whole year!  I know you'll have a great time tho' Lexonline, and pls keep us up to date with your Thai adventure!  The thought of it makes my itchy and scratchy, but of course I have kitten commitments (probably just as well, I can imagine myself being disoriented and becoming a member of a gorilla movement or something).&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of kittens, they had their second shots on Saturday, and some worm meddy, and a clean bill of health - no ear mites!  Also, some words of wisdom from the nice vet man - kitten food is a tool of cat food companies, it costs three times as much as normal cat food, and it isn't necessary!  So, as of Saturday they are eating adult cat food, and loving it.  So am I, cos I am broke, very, very broke.  Where oh Where does my money go?!&lt;br /&gt;I have budgeted every last cent, and have enough for everything necessary, but no real luxuries.  My mum had to give me some toilet paper.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-108114921592227667?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/108114921592227667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=108114921592227667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108114921592227667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108114921592227667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/04/coming-and-going.html' title='Coming and going'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-108071855329485578</id><published>2004-03-31T17:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T17:39:29.780+10:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Days til Sarah</title><content type='html'>It’s strange how people and relationships can change so much over time, sometimes without us noticing.  I cleaned out my desk at home a few weeks ago, and I found letters and cards from old friends and boyfriends, some of whom I had forgotten, and some of whom I had forgotten I was so close to.  It made me realise how totally different my life is now, from say, 5 years ago.  I had completely different priorities, a different social circle, and really, was a completely different person.  It makes me a bit sad, but also gives me hope for the future.  I may not be completely happy with how my life is at the moment, but I know it certainly won’t always be that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also very happy right now as my best friend is coming home soon.  She moved to Canberra the same week I moved into my own place.  I have missed her very much and am looking forward to monopolising her time while she is here.  It’s only 4 days but we’ll have to pack as much in as we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-108071855329485578?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/108071855329485578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=108071855329485578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108071855329485578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/108071855329485578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/03/9-days-til-sarah.html' title='9 Days til Sarah'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-107950591894739368</id><published>2004-03-17T17:44:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T17:48:36.093+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy happy</title><content type='html'>I get a four day weekend starting tonight.  I am soooooo happy.  I can feel the relaxation creeping up on me as I type.....ahhhhhhhh there it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-107950591894739368?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/107950591894739368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=107950591894739368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/107950591894739368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/107950591894739368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/03/happy-happy.html' title='Happy happy'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-107907405129212881</id><published>2004-03-12T17:42:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T17:51:37.030+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I Rock So Much</title><content type='html'>I had the best game of pool in my life last night!  It was so awesome.  I was completely sober too.  I took the break, not too good but ok.  Chook had a go, got one in.  My go, no good.  Chook's go, sunk the white ball.  My two shots.  First shot, sent one near the lower left pocket. Second shot, ball in.  My go, ball in.  My go, ball in.  My go, ball in.  My go, ball in!  5 in a row!!!  Then I missed, Chook's go.  My next go, I rapped it up by sinking my remaining balls and the black.  What an awesome game.  &lt;br /&gt;It shall go down in history as my all time bestest game ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-107907405129212881?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/107907405129212881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=107907405129212881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/107907405129212881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/107907405129212881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-rock-so-much.html' title='I Rock So Much'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-107889950956408027</id><published>2004-03-10T17:18:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T17:21:37.466+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I have three testicles</title><content type='html'>The country.  Hicksville. The Longford Blessing of the Harvest Festival.  That’s where me and stand-in best friend Chook found ourselves heading on Sunday.  We thought it would be fun, a bit of a laugh.  It was certainly that.  It started with the extremely old lady on the gate asking me how old I was (16 and under got in free).  Embarrassed, I meekly replied I was 23 and certainly needed to pay the expensive $5 entry fee.  Upon gaining entry, we availed ourselves of the many ‘special’ activities, playing ferret roulette, watching the egg catapulting and hay bale throwing, and we listened to a very old man tell a story about the special machine they use to pick black berries in England.  We also saw a group of old ladies with their pants pulled up WAY too high attempt to line dance.  Afterwards we were desperate to escape back to some sense of normality and were very glad to arrive back in good ol Launnie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other parts of my weekend involved pubs, pool and alcohol, and gaining a name as the girl with three testicles.  Don’t ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-107889950956408027?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/107889950956408027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=107889950956408027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/107889950956408027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/107889950956408027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-have-three-testicles.html' title='I have three testicles'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-107846713117949283</id><published>2004-03-05T17:07:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T17:15:12.343+11:00</updated><title type='text'>God is a Hermaphradite</title><content type='html'>Oh how I love long weekends.  Three whole days of not HAVING to do anything.  I am concerned though at the lack of plans I have.  I am worried that everyone is going and having fun without me.  I want fun!  Shall have to go and hunt some down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dreaming of sleeping in tomorrow, and then the real estate called and told me the landlord wants to bring a builder through to inspect the place at 9am tomorrow.  I told her how seriously that would inconvenience me, so she changed it to 10am.  Bloody hell.  So much for a yummy sleep in.  Shall have to wait til Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-107846713117949283?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/107846713117949283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=107846713117949283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/107846713117949283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/107846713117949283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/03/god-is-hermaphradite.html' title='God is a Hermaphradite'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-107829265490427518</id><published>2004-03-03T16:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T16:47:12.966+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a realisation</title><content type='html'>It hit me last night… I’m living alone, and I’m OK.  Sometimes it takes a while for things to hit me.  In this case it took a month.  I guess I was just so sure I wouldn’t cope, that I didn’t notice I was doing fine.  I still miss the old place, and it’s not that this is better, it’s just different.  But I’m ok with it.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-107829265490427518?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/107829265490427518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=107829265490427518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/107829265490427518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/107829265490427518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-had-realisation.html' title='I had a realisation'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-107810511578563934</id><published>2004-03-01T12:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T12:41:30.920+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy busy</title><content type='html'>It’s so strange how much can happen is just a few days.  This is really several blogs worth of stuff, but I shall condense it down.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Friday night I decided I wanted to be social party girl, and get all my friends and work mates out for a drink.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately it was not too well planned, and we ended up with only a few of us.  Probably a good thing really because one of my friends got sick.  Yes that was us outside with Batty with two ambulances (flashing their lights of course).  Not exactly the night I planned, ending up in emergency and all, but I am glad I was there to help look after my friend.&lt;br /&gt;Then on Saturday I saw Mona Lisa Smile, it was a pretty good movie, a girlie flick but still good.  A little long however, as I really had to pee for the last 30 mins or so.  That’ll teach me to drink a whole jumbo diet coke in the first hour!&lt;br /&gt;Then on Sunday the Ex who is now a Friend and I went to the Devonport Regatta.  We had a really good time, we haven’t got on so well since I moved out, so that was nice.  And we got to see noisy boats and eat lots of junk food.  Then we caught up on Dr Who and Iron Chef.&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend marked a month of me living on my own.  I’m glad I was able to fill it with fun.&lt;br /&gt;It was also two weeks of kittens.  It feels like a LOT longer.  Saturday morning they had their first flu shots and worm tablets, and we found out they have mites!  My poor babies, so now I get the joy of shoving this thing in their ears and giving them drops every second day for a month.  I think they will come to resent me.&lt;br /&gt;We saw a new side of Kisa last night.  I gave them a chicken wing (as ordered by the vet) and Kisa turned into a tiger!  Not literally, but she wouldn’t let Ayame near her bit, and was growling and hissing at her.  It was a bit disturbing, she’s normally such a sweet little girl.  Meat pisses me off to, but not in the same way…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-107810511578563934?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/107810511578563934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=107810511578563934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/107810511578563934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/107810511578563934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/03/busy-busy.html' title='Busy busy'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-107757730570857242</id><published>2004-02-24T10:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T10:04:32.810+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange stuff</title><content type='html'>I found out yesterday that there’s this whole group of people who believe that the Port Arthur Massacre is a conspiracy.  They believe that Martin Bryant was simply the tool of some much bigger plot to take over the world.  Bizarre hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more info go here:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.overflow.net.au/~nedwood/bryant.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''All of the hard evidence at Port Arthur bears the distinctive trademark of a planned "psyop", meaning an operation designed to psychologically manipulate the belief mechanisms of a group of people or a nation for geopolitical or military reasons.''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-107757730570857242?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/107757730570857242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=107757730570857242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/107757730570857242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/107757730570857242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/02/strange-stuff.html' title='Strange stuff'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-107749165830077429</id><published>2004-02-23T10:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T10:18:19.106+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Old and Getting Smashed</title><content type='html'>I am now 23.  23 feels a lot older than 22.  It even sounds a lot older.  I’m now much closer to 25 which is VERY OLD.&lt;br /&gt;I had a pretty good time celebrating, good food, good friends, too much good wine.  I remember the night up to a point and after that I just have flashes.  One is me kneeling in front of the toilet at the Batty surrounded by vomit.  That’s a bad flash.  Another is me falling out of the car when we pulled up at Toni’s house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I pinched Tiarne’s bum, and squeezed Quinny’s boobs.  Sorry guys, but just be grateful I didn’t lick you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Injuries sustained on the night: 3 sore blistered toes, a bruised and scraped knee, and a bruised thigh.  I came out of it relatively unscathed really.  I’ve had worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much to my wonderful friends who took care of me when I was a bit worse for wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was a pretty big night.  I arrived home at 11 the next morning, to two very hungry kittens.&lt;br /&gt;I then took off with the Ex who is now a Friend, and we had lunch at Westbury and hung out.  Then there was the family BBQ.  This went much better than planned, I was joined by Chook, the Ex who is now a Friend, and some other family friends I ran into by accident and urged to come along.  It turned out to be a long, but good night.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, totally not the birthday I pictured having, but a pretty reasonable one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-107749165830077429?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/107749165830077429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=107749165830077429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/107749165830077429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/107749165830077429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/02/growing-old-and-getting-smashed.html' title='Growing Old and Getting Smashed'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-107717116100227822</id><published>2004-02-19T17:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T17:15:21.500+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to be more positive....</title><content type='html'>I’ve just realised how terribly depressing my last few posts have been!  I’m not really that bad normally… really…!&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been oncall for work this week, so lots of late nights without much sleep, and when I don’t sleep, I get down more easily.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I’ve had a pep talk from my co-ordinator at work, who has told me to get out there and have fun, so that’s what I shall do… I hope.&lt;br /&gt;And I shall think about kittens… that always cheers me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-107717116100227822?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/107717116100227822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=107717116100227822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/107717116100227822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/107717116100227822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/02/trying-to-be-more-positive.html' title='Trying to be more positive....'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-107716134468747835</id><published>2004-02-19T14:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T14:31:44.810+11:00</updated><title type='text'>It's lonely 'Out on My Own'</title><content type='html'>I’m having a depressing day today.  It was all going quite well really, but then I met ‘The Ex who is now a Friend’ for lunch, and it just depressed me.  Every time I see him he has been doing things with the new girl he likes.  This is the girl he was after before we broke up.  So hearing they’ve been out doing lots of exciting things, are pretty much dating, obviously depresses me.  We only broke up a month ago.  I find myself absentmindedly wondering two things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Is it true that the more quickly a person gets over a relationship, the less that relationship meant to them? &lt;br /&gt;2.Is it possible to stay friends with someone after you’ve broken up?  Especially when they move on super quick, and you find yourself struggling to heal the ongoing hurt.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m leaning towards yes for the first one, and no for the second.  The last time I had a relationship end, we ended all contact.  It still hurt, but I got over it.  Maybe I should stick to tried and true measures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-107716134468747835?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/107716134468747835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=107716134468747835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/107716134468747835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/107716134468747835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/02/its-lonely-out-on-my-own.html' title='It&apos;s lonely &apos;Out on My Own&apos;'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-107708261750164538</id><published>2004-02-18T17:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T17:17:16.983+11:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It’s my birthday this week!  &lt;/strong&gt;I’m getting old!&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to be 23 this Sunday.  I liked being 22, I shall miss it.&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday night I am going out for tea and getting pissed.  My guest list of 20 has slowly whittled down to less than 5 having RSVP’d in the positive, with many unknowns.  I hate that, I am afraid that my pre-10yrs birthday parties will be the most successful of my life, at least friends came then, cos they knew they’d get fairy floss and little savs, and a goody bag to take home.  But, whatever happens, I’ll be merry and sloshed… and hopefully not too embarrassing…. And hopefully at least Chook will carry me home and put me to bed!&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I will have the obligatory family get together, this time a BBQ tea at my parents house.  This will be the first family gathering I have attended since parting ways with ‘The Ex Who is Now A Friend’.  Hence I will have to face the blatant questions from my Nan about where he is and how he is and what he’s doing, before the penny finally drops (or another family member quietly whispers to her) and the uncomfortable silence ensues.  Then there will be lots of trying to cheer me up, and talk about how he was no good anyway and I can do much better. &lt;br /&gt;I shouldn’t have to go through that on my birthday.  Any other family gathering would have been ok, but no, has to be my birthday.  I considered asking him to come just so I wouldn’t have to go through it, but it occurred to me that he would probably say no, then it would be two uncomfortable silences to endure.  &lt;br /&gt;At least I have kittens to come home to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-107708261750164538?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/107708261750164538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=107708261750164538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/107708261750164538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/107708261750164538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/02/my-birthday.html' title='MY BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-107689262472327712</id><published>2004-02-16T11:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T11:53:00.280+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HAVE KIDDENS!  My world has changed forever.  I am feeling very maternal today, and am missing them terribly now I have come to work.  I can't wait to get home for a kitten hug:)&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a new mum, the first time one of them pooped required an excited phonecall to The Ex who is now a 'somewhat friend' to scream with joy 'she pooped and it was in her litter tray!!'  and then lots of scrambling to get rid of it cos the smell was yerky.&lt;br /&gt;Its a big responsibility, but I am feeling quite powerful as well, knowing that their continued existence relies on me to care for them.&lt;br /&gt;I may just be paranoid but think they are trying to take over the house.  They keep trying to make up their own rules, despite the lectures I have given them about the house rules.  I have told them kittens are not allowed to make up rules, only mummy can.  Ayame is the leader, but Kisa follows her.  &lt;br /&gt;The problem with this power struggle is that I always give in to their cuteness.  Shall have to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-107689262472327712?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/107689262472327712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=107689262472327712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/107689262472327712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/107689262472327712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-have-kiddens-my-world-has-changed.html' title=''/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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-6465460.post-107654438259727389</id><published>2004-02-12T10:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T11:08:53.186+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally created my own Blog!!!&lt;br /&gt;And now I have bloggers block....&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, ok, well the whole pretense of this Blog is 'out on my own', which I now am, this is the second week I have been living alone in my own place.  It feels like it's been a lot longer..... Up til 2 weeks ago I had been living for over a year with my boyfriend, but, I got dumped, and had to leave.  So, a new start.&lt;br /&gt;But, on the bright side, Saturday is kitten day, when two gorgeous little Kitties will come in to my life and brighten it up no end.  Between them, and my new big ass telly, I think I have almost sufficiently filled the boyfriend void.&lt;br /&gt;I am very tired today, as I have had many late nights this week.  One night I had a bloody cricket keeping me awake.  The next night I was freaked out cos I thought someone was creeping about in my house, and last night I had a scrapbooking class.  Tonight I will also have a late one, as it is cool shite night at Tiarne and Bruce's - Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Two days til Kittens!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465460-107654438259727389?l=outonmyown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/feeds/107654438259727389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465460&amp;postID=107654438259727389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/107654438259727389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465460/posts/default/107654438259727389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outonmyown.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-finally-created-my-own-blog-and-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Eloise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16314513595392588235</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>
