<?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-18890883</id><updated>2012-02-17T14:41:13.909+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have A Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Life's Greatest Questions Have Always Been:
Who Am I?
Where Did I Come From?
Why Am I Here?
Where Am I Going?
You are about to see and hear one of the most significant messages given to us from God...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>129</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-18529641445194491</id><published>2009-09-12T00:46:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T18:22:56.758+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Alcohol provokes me to text haphazardly and tell people that I love them repeatedly :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I will add to this blog as the days go by and I send more messages..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Saturday Sep 5, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;It'll be okax ryeti. Just sofa s . Bob you .xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TRANSLATION: It'll be okay sweetie. Just sleep. Love you. Xoxo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;SpitOh sweetie guess what they're playmi? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vU2hlcGguZGU="&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Sheph.de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt; nuggets! *riversid mothsel dr.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;TRANSLATION: [Something] Oh sweetie guess what they're playing? *Raise the roof!* Riverside motherfucker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;So I couldn't even get the *s in the right spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I then said &lt;strong&gt;Please don &lt;/strong&gt;before my fingers pressed the send button accidentally. So I concentrated really hard and texted really slowly and followed up with: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Damn it. My fingers don't work. I mean, please don't talk like that. I love you. So much. You're a brilliant friend. I love you. The world is your oyster. I love you. I'm so wasted but I still love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-18529641445194491?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/18529641445194491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=18529641445194491' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/18529641445194491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/18529641445194491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2009/09/alcohol-provokes-me-to-text-haphazardly.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-3502205462209774673</id><published>2009-05-29T18:07:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T16:28:18.225+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;one year from tomorrow:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-i told you to check out girl vs ghost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;two years from the day after tomorrow:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-exams were starting soon, we were watching shindler's list in history, and the world would be better without money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;three years from today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-mondays sucked and i was making a piczo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-... nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-3502205462209774673?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/3502205462209774673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-6781081976748336861</id><published>2009-03-23T13:05:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T13:11:23.286+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I posted this as a bulletin on Myspace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;And then it amused me so much that I posted it as a blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;And now I will post it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;So that we may always remember :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yesterday, Tahlia and I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lay on the trambopoline for like 3 and a half hours looking at the clouds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;They werent very good clouds though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I saw a love heart though. It had a hole in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kiwi called while we were looking at the love heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;He wanted to know where it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I told him it was in the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;He said where in the sky?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I told him it was right where I was pointing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then I reminded him he probably couldn't see it, he was in the east and I was in the west.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;He's a silly boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;We talked about being like a fox. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And about how he's going to get Tahlia back for something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tahlia found this very unlikely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then we hung up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And then Tahlia and I talked about birds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And how high they fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Do they fly as high as planes? I asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I've seen that happen in movies and such, but I dont know if it really happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;She said probably not, coz why would they bother? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;They'd have to fly all the way back down again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I said sometimes if you watch a bird it flies so high that it disappears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Later on we saw a bird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It was flying really high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tahlia said she could see pink on it so it was a gallah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I dont know how to spell gallah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I couldnt see the pink though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And then I said do you think if a bird shat up there it would hurt if you got hit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Coz its so high, it would gather momentum and speed and force?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And then we discussed being hit in the head with bird shit from all the way up there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;We decided it would go alllll the way through your head and through the trampoline and leave a big hole in the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And then we laughed profusely at the idea of someone dying from a bird shit to the head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And then I told tahlia to stop lying there with her mouth open or a bird would shit in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was a great day :]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-6781081976748336861?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/6781081976748336861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=6781081976748336861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/6781081976748336861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/6781081976748336861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-1278281627680244120</id><published>2009-03-14T18:46:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T18:47:40.592+11:00</updated><title type='text'>does anyone check blogs anymore?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i guess i will soon find out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it has been almost four months since i posted something.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how much things have changed since then.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let's list the ways.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you start.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-1278281627680244120?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/1278281627680244120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=1278281627680244120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/1278281627680244120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/1278281627680244120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2009/03/does-anyone-check-blogs-anymore.html' title='does anyone check blogs anymore?'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-3743312573181254649</id><published>2008-10-22T19:56:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T20:02:46.527+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mEeZPJHAZIc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mEeZPJHAZIc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;you can so hear me screaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;haha. no. but i was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"so speaking of vegemite, who's it love?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and the best song in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vgV394iKJkE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-can-so-hear-me-screaming.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-8610689198188571555</id><published>2008-10-20T21:10:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:17:03.406+11:00</updated><title type='text'>DISCLAIMER: THIS IS NOT MY OWN WORK AND I TAKE NO CREDIT FOR IT</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;From &lt;strong&gt;The Princess Diaries: Give Me Five&lt;/strong&gt; by Meg Cabot pg 91&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Mia, come on. Admit it. The prom is the corniest thing in the world. I mean, you spend a ton of money on some rented penguin suit you can't even get comfortable in, then spend a ton more money on dinner somewhere fancy that probably isn't half as good as Number One Noodle Son, then you go and stand around is some gymnasium-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Maxim's," I corrected him. "Your senior prom is taking place at Maxim's".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Whatever," Michael said. "So you can go and eat stale cookies and dance to really, really bad music with a bunch of people you can't stand and who you never want to see again-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Like me, you mean?" I was practically crying, I was so hurt. "You never want to see me again? Is that is? You're just going to graduate and go off to college and forget all about me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Mia," Michael said, in quite a different tone of voice. "Of course not . I wasn't talking about you. I was talking about people like...well, like Josh and those guys. You know that".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-8610689198188571555?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/8610689198188571555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=8610689198188571555' title='100 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/8610689198188571555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/8610689198188571555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2008/10/disclaimer-this-is-not-my-own-work-and.html' title='DISCLAIMER: THIS IS NOT MY OWN WORK AND I TAKE NO CREDIT FOR IT'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>100</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-5873263127160613653</id><published>2008-10-14T16:38:00.009+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T17:31:40.190+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;8&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;7&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;6&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;5&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;4&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;3&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;2&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;1&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Days Left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-5873263127160613653?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-5061225685054633854</id><published>2008-10-11T18:51:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T18:53:55.702+11:00</updated><title type='text'>weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nine days of school left.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am so tired.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-5061225685054633854?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/5061225685054633854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-3818530112209998410</id><published>2008-09-23T17:05:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T20:32:50.574+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;just to clarify.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;the older sibling is supposed to be the one who pushes the others around right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;DID THE RULES CHANGE WHILE I WAS ASLEEP???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-3818530112209998410?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/3818530112209998410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=3818530112209998410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/3818530112209998410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/3818530112209998410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-to-clarify.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' 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have something to say soon and can stop posting you tube videos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-7357585857023507979?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/7357585857023507979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=7357585857023507979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/7357585857023507979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/7357585857023507979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-you-freaking-friends.html' title='to you, freaking friends'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-9108390047894083337</id><published>2008-08-30T21:09:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T21:14:45.870+10:00</updated><title type='text'>gee office krupke, krup you!</title><content type='html'>the one that is the 'head shrinker' reminds me of matt le blanc/joey from friends. except you can't really tell with those glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pq28qCklEHc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pq28qCklEHc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-9108390047894083337?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/9108390047894083337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=9108390047894083337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/9108390047894083337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/9108390047894083337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2008/08/gee-office-krupke-krup-you.html' title='gee office krupke, krup you!'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-5671495217385193884</id><published>2008-08-17T18:02:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T18:04:18.785+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Not Very Well Written...Sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. It has been over three months since Bullet. My bad. Unfortunately it's a little blurry, but I'll do my best to retell the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up are Avenged Sevenfold and everyone is jumping out of their skins in excitement. As usual, there is a long time of waiting and waiting and waiting while the stage is set up, then, finally, the lights go down and a roar erupts from the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The familiar strains of organ from 'Critical Acclaim' strike up and among the screams and yells of the crowd A7X take the stage: The Rev, Johnny Christ, Synyster Gates and Zacky Vengeance, and finally, M. Shadows. We shriek along with him as he roars and the guitars and drums start up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, my memory of that night isn't as good as it was, but I'm fairly sure the track listing went like this (not in order):&lt;br /&gt;Critical Acclaim&lt;br /&gt;Almost Easy&lt;br /&gt;Afterlife&lt;br /&gt;Lost&lt;br /&gt;A Little Piece of Heaven&lt;br /&gt;Seize The Day&lt;br /&gt;Unholy Confessions&lt;br /&gt;The Beast and the Harlot&lt;br /&gt;Bat Country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was probably more but that's all I can really remember. In Critical Acclaim, Shadows holds the mike out in the HEY! HEY! HEY! part and we shout back at him. In Afterlife, Brendan taps me on the shoulder and points upwards, saying something. It's so loud that I can't hear a word he's saying and all of a sudden he grabs me around the waist and hoists me up so I can see a bit better. it's only for about 4.26 seconds but it's long enough to catch Syn breaking into a solo. Shadows gets Johnny to sing the start of Seize The Day before breaking into it himself. Oh, and Zacky is wearing his bowtie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadows chats with the crowd in between songs and tells us that they have a curfew so they should hurry up, but he keeps talking anyway. In days after the concert word circulates that they cut out Scream because they didn't have time to play it, but who knows it this is true. While I was totally pumped for Scream, it is fun to listen to Shadows talk away. He starts up the whole say something and get the crowd to repeat exercise, which leads into "I'M NOT INSANE, I'M NOT INSANE". Obviously, the next song they play is Almost Easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does it again later, or maybe before Almost Easy, I don't remember, asking for a response to "He who makes a beast out of himself". What he gets in reply is "gets rid mumble mumble man". He asks for it again and this time we shout "GETS RID OF THE PAIN OF BEING A MAN!" and they launch into Bat Country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can smell smoke, and I realise there are a few people around me with cigarettes. Sadly, I don't notice the girl next to me exhaling a long plume of smoke as I inhale to scream, fingers in the rock on symbol in the air, and I inhale her smoke. So I'm pretty much dead now, thanks, whore. And it says on the ticket NO SMOKING IN THE VENUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Despite of this it's a really fun show, and we are all majorly bummed when Shadows announces that the next song will be their last. He adds that  due to their curfew they have to play the shortest song they have. A thought goes through my mind: do they even have a short song? When I get home it occurs to me that Almost Easy is three minutes something but they've already played that anyway, and the other half of my brain suggests that he's being tricky and they're playing the eight minute A Little Piece of Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm right, and the scream that rises when we hear the beginning of the song is deafening. Earlier, Hannah, Darcy, Zak and I had expressed our hope that they would play Heaven, but thought it would be a bit hard to pull off on stage. We're wrong, obviously, and the performance is amazing. The Rev belts out his part from  back on the drums and Zacky jumps in with his part as the minister. "Do you take his man in death for the rest of your natural life? Do you take this woman in death for the rest of your natural life? I now pronounce you…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they leave the stage, leaving us all on a high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lights come back on and it's amusing to see all the people from the front coming backwards. How many people here actually came to see Bullet? This is good for us though, because it means we are able to get close up to the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spot someone familiar, and it's Hannah, Darcy and Zak, who I haven't seen pretty much all night. They resemble drowned rats due to the sweat they're coated in, and Hannah tells me they were up the front for Atreyu but they were dying so they got out. They leave for a moment to get water, but find us again surprisingly easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The suspense is killing us. The lights will not go down! A sheet is placed across the stage so we can't see what is going on behind. I turn to Brendan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just so you know, I tend to freak out in mosh pits and try to get out"&lt;br /&gt;"I'll grab you and keep you here," he says. I laugh, then say,&lt;br /&gt;"But seriously, if I'm freaking out, I need to get out, okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a man in front of us with long straight hair. Why is this significant? Because it reminds us of Matt Tuck's. Although to me it looks more like Padge's. Matt's is more silky. Anyway…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then…the lights go down, and we scream in excitement. For a while, we can't see anything but the sheet. Then the lights change and we can see the shadow of a Mr Matt Tuck behind it. The sheet falls and the crowd goes nuts- next to me I can hear Hannah on the verge on bawling her eyes out. The crowd is rough and I pity the small kids in front of me who I keep falling into. Even though I tried to promise myself I wouldn't, I freak out early, and I turn to Brendan, telling him I have to get out, now. He grabs my hand, I grab Rohan's, and we get the fuck out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth, I can't remember the songs they played. I can tell you they played "Tears Don't Fall", because Hannah, ironically, cried during it, and they didn't play All These Things I Hate or The Poison. Their first song is Scream Aim Fire. Other than that, I couldn't tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired and weary, Rohan, Brendan and I get some water, and I see there are a lot of people lying down on the steps near the merch, obviously just as tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullet finish their set, and the night is over. The lights come on and, after saying goodbye to Rohan and Brendan and thanking them for looking after me. We wander out into the cold, a contrast to the stuffy heat inside. Hannah and Darcy are soaked. While waiting for Rohan (as in Hannah's dad, not my Rohan), I score another I Am Killer bag. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I don't know what I Am Killer is, exactly, but they give out like little show bags after concerts. I got one after My Chem as well).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get into the car, ready to endure another trip of insults and ignorant comments from Zak, Brodie and Rohan; Darcy shoves her wet stinky shirt in Brodie's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something weird? McDonald's and Hungry Jacks is shut at night, save for the drive through. Really strange. This was at like 11.30 on a Saturday night. I just thought that was weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journey home is pretty eventless, apart from me waking up and having to pee so bad! I held on for like forty minutes, from Tatura to home. Just so you know. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I am pleased to find my throat is hurting like fuck. You can't come home from a concert and not have a sore throat. Although I think some of it was to do with the bitch with the cigarette. KEEP YOUR CANCER TO YOURSELF, SKANK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that concludes (finally) my tale of the Bullet for my Valentine concert, supported by Avenged Sevenfold, Atreyu and Behind Crimson Eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-5671495217385193884?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/5671495217385193884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=5671495217385193884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/5671495217385193884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vl53j_-JRY4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vl53j_-JRY4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-4758689005361289722?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/4758689005361289722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=4758689005361289722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/4758689005361289722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/4758689005361289722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-this-video.html' title='i love this video.'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-5623776024663185296</id><published>2008-07-27T16:03:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T16:07:54.087+10:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my gosh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i do not belong to these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;figured i should post something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can someone please organise next year for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz i got nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one things fo sho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i dont get out of here, my head will explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-5623776024663185296?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/5623776024663185296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=5623776024663185296' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/5623776024663185296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/5623776024663185296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-my-gosh.html' title='oh my gosh.'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-5154071730257299803</id><published>2008-06-20T18:23:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T18:25:08.075+10:00</updated><title type='text'>seize the day or die regretting the time you lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HZqxl57PeL8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HZqxl57PeL8&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when i die, i want synyster gates to play on my coffin.&lt;br /&gt;and i want the grass to be that green.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-5154071730257299803?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/5154071730257299803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=5154071730257299803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/5154071730257299803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/5154071730257299803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2008/06/seize-day-or-die-regretting-time-you.html' title='seize the day or die regretting the time you lost'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-5451419101557204195</id><published>2008-05-30T16:26:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T16:44:19.089+10:00</updated><title type='text'>girl vs ghost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;part two of bullet will be up hopefully by the end of the weekend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(yay i hear you all say)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GIRL VS GHOST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who are a band we came across after my chem (they were handing out demos) are coming to kyabram august 29&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think you should check them out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/girlvsghost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.myspace.com/girlvsghost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they are not screamo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you might like them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i do. they are good. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh and you don't need to have myspace to go on their profile and listen to their music. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;only look at the pictures.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you should still get myspace coz it is fun. and you can look at people's pictures :]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there was something else i had to say...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they're on youtube too. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you find you like gvg, come see them with me in august. and vote for them on &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uncharted.com.au/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.uncharted.com.au&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just pretend you're 18.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that is all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no it's not. escape the fate in july.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girl vs ghost.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do it. the singer is a chick.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-5451419101557204195?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/5451419101557204195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=5451419101557204195' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/5451419101557204195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/5451419101557204195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2008/05/girl-vs-ghost.html' title='girl vs ghost'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-3435000323031316074</id><published>2008-05-11T20:02:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:50:03.733+10:00</updated><title type='text'>May 10th-Fuck Yeah. Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;It’s roughly 12.45pm on Saturday the 10th of May and Hannah, Darcy, Zac and I are in Hannah’s bedroom, listening to Bullet For My Valentine’s latest Scream, Aim, Fire and getting ready, a practice which involves lots of eyeliner, hair spray, hair teasing and watching Darcy as she turns her purple hair into a Mohawk. Hannah and I are wearing our black tutus which Hannah has made, over black leggings, due to the tutus having a somewhat see-through nature. After going back and forth between Hannah’s room and various parts of her house such as the computer, where we burn a CD for the trip down to Melbourne and the kitchen (‘Get in the kitchen and make me a sandwich, bitch’), we finally leave the Garth’s at around 3pm. As well as us four there are the metros, who are going to watch Victoria vs. The Dream Team, or as Hannah describe it to me, Jock Ball. The arguments over music leads to Rohan G promising we will take it in half our shifts, alternating between our mixed CD of Bullet and Avenged Sevenfold, and their techno bull crap. We’re not even out of Tongala and our tunes become the radio. And so begins a long trip to Melbourne, where we sit mostly silently, occasionally complaining about how we didn’t get our half an hour, especially after their half an hour becomes a full one, and how there is not talent in DJ music. Some highlights of the trip are when Zac C points out the window and alerts us to a group of people who have pulled over and are now running back to retrieve their luggage that has fallen out of/off their car and when Zak A swears ‘that Declan kid from St Pat’s’ is in the car next to us, which we all peer into when Rohan speeds up next to it, and it turns out it’s just a kid with an afro extremely similar to a kid we know.&lt;br /&gt;It’s now 5.45pm, 45 minutes before the concert starts, and we are somewhere in the vicinity of Festival Hall. While Rohan and the boys (except Zac with a C) crowd over maps and phones with maps on them (the three older boys most likely wanting to get us there ASAP so they don’t have to put up with the “emos” in the backseat anymore), we get restless, knowing that the gig starts in 45 minutes (which I know seems like plenty of time, but we still had to get in the place. And as close to the front as possible) and, in the case of Hannah and I, really having to pee. After driving around in an area we’re sure someone has been murdered in, and where it says snail spelt snale on the wall (‘You know it’s bad when it says snail on the wall. And it’s spelt wrong’), we see some guys everyone is sure must be going to Bullet, much as we hate to admit it. Hannah asks them for directions (cause she’s a woman), and we end up turning around and then driving back down the same street. We finally end up getting out and walking the short distance to Festival Hall. We round the corner and share a “oh shit” as we see the line outside. Relief follows when we realise it is three lines for various doors- doors which are not yet open. We get in line for door four, where we wait for a little while before finally getting inside.The guy on the door is somewhat rude and tells us to get into two lines- "Two! Do you know what two is??". It’s the first time I’ve been to a concert where the first band hasn’t started already, and I learn we all have to sit down in the pit. We get about four rows back, to the right of the stage when looking at it. I’ve got my phone out of my sock (no pockets), trying to see Brendan and Rohan Mc, who were in line while we were trying to find the damn place, but are now not even inside. Suddenly some people at the front left stand up and the guards erupt with “SIT DOWN”s. They sit, but the right side stands up too and all of a sudden the whole pit is standing and is rushing to the front. Darcy and Hannah are in seeing distance from Zac and I, but are no longer next to us. As the people close in, I start to get a little edgy, and I’m thinking of Big Day Out when we lost Kelly and Rhiannon at Trivium. Zac asks me if I want to get merch and I’m hesitant, not wanting to lose a spot so close to the front, but Zac assures me ’It’s mosh, you’ll be able to get it back’, and we make our way to the back.&lt;br /&gt;Festival Hall is nothing like Rod Lava or Vodaphone, which I should have guessed but didn’t. For one thing, when we got in the door we walked in next to the stage, and not into a long round corridor. And for another thing, the organisation is seriously lacking. Neither Zac or I can figure out where to go. We can see a merch seller up the top, but we don’t know how to get there, so we ask an orange dude, who directs us to ask a blue dude, who has only slightly more idea. We finally figure it out and head towards the back, and on the way I see Stacey and Sarah. I don’t see them again unless after the concert.&lt;br /&gt;Zac and I are standing in line and suddenly someone grabs me and I scream slightly. It’s Brendan and Rohan is with him. They stand with us for a little while but get impatient and disappear. I have to jump to see what there is, and ask Zac to buy my stuff to make it quicker. Behind Crimson Eyes start playing and I am disappointed to be missing their set but I’ve seen them before. When Zac finally gets out of the line, I put on the medium I requested and learn I should have got a small. Seriously, a large would just about be a moo-moo! I learn later that unlike every other shirt that shrinks when you machine wash it in warm water, this one is supposed to be machine washed in warm water. And I want this one to shrink!&lt;br /&gt;I manage to catch BCE’s last song, Shakedown, and then while Atreyu’s stuff is set up I make contact with Brendan and Rohan. I find them at the back, drinking coke. Zac goes off to, oh you know, meet Avenged Sevenfold (no, really. I’ll let him tell you how he got on the list), and us three go into the crowd. Atreyu finally start playing but I only know two of the songs they play- Ex‘s and Oh‘s and Lip Gloss and Black so I have less fun that I would have had otherwise. We keep ending up near circle pits and at one stage a guy comes flying into me and I go flying into Rohan (sorry dude). Brendan is pulling me back and trying to push people away from us. That was nice of him.&lt;br /&gt;Atreyu put on a good show. The drummer Brandon has a song where he points his drum stick at us and we all say FUCK and then he hits a cow bell. It’s much fun. The singer Alex also tries his hand at humour and tells us the cow bell was invented in Australia, adding that we should look it up to see whether he’s telling the truth or is full of shit. I must do that. He and Brandon banter during their set: at one point Alex is thanking everyone (as they do), and the guitarist Dan is tinkering away, and Alex tells him to be quiet while he’s having his nice time. Brandon jumps in, telling us to put our hands together for Dan. At some time during this set I get a text from Hannah, who I haven’t seen since everyone stood up way back when (and it really does feel like way back when). She was up the front at Atreyu but was dying (she later tells me a guy has his arm around her neck and she couldn’t breathe), and got pulled out. Darcy followed soon after.&lt;br /&gt;Atreyu finish their set with Lip Gloss and Black (Jacob Kraemer’s ring tone), and leave the stage, and we all get excited for what to come. I can’t really remember but I guess it would be around 7.30-8pm by now. I tell Brendan and Rohan that they had better get excited during the next set because it is A7X and I know they are only there for them. Somehow I don’t think it’s going to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-3435000323031316074?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/3435000323031316074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=3435000323031316074' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/3435000323031316074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/3435000323031316074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-10th-fuck-yeah-part-one.html' title='May 10th-Fuck Yeah. Part One'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-2903751420434214185</id><published>2008-05-01T17:50:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T18:03:26.221+10:00</updated><title type='text'>pink is the new black. black is the new black. silly french</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/35JFgo9_4WI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/35JFgo9_4WI&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;still got nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this might answer some questions&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-2903751420434214185?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/2903751420434214185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=2903751420434214185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/2903751420434214185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/2903751420434214185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2008/05/pink-is-new-black-black-is-new-black.html' title='pink is the new black. black is the new black. silly french'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-989438756051841177</id><published>2008-04-24T14:38:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T14:41:16.100+10:00</updated><title type='text'>dan</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FGV4lR8L4aE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FGV4lR8L4aE&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;alphabetise some shit with dan♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and count with him (not as funny but still good)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xZoEGU-1ZBM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xZoEGU-1ZBM&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-989438756051841177?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/989438756051841177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=989438756051841177' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/989438756051841177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/989438756051841177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2008/04/dan.html' title='dan'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-4796337335738591448</id><published>2008-04-22T18:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T18:02:41.706+10:00</updated><title type='text'>a little piece of heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qvLjZLWdTeU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qvLjZLWdTeU&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;this video is nasty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-4796337335738591448?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/4796337335738591448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=4796337335738591448' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/4796337335738591448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/4796337335738591448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2008/04/little-piece-of-heaven.html' title='a little piece of heaven'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-2330182280561901840</id><published>2008-04-20T17:17:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T17:21:00.278+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5kcYt-AYRXg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5kcYt-AYRXg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i dont understand a word of this obviously, but even if i did i still wouldnt get it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;what they're saying is "kill the emos" and they're bashing "them" up against walls and rioting in the streets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i got teary watching this. the world is fucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;ps. i downloaded a song by fugazi, the first emo band (so they say). it's good. its nothing like emo today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i mean emo today as in emo the music today. well duh. what other kind of emo is there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-2330182280561901840?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/2330182280561901840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=2330182280561901840' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/2330182280561901840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/2330182280561901840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-dont-understand-word-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-5090943773713121480</id><published>2008-04-12T20:45:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T20:52:03.795+10:00</updated><title type='text'>this is a song?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[Chorus] Soulja Boy Off In This Hoe Watch Me Crank It Watch Me Roll Watch Me Crank Dat Soulja Boy Then Super Man Dat Hoe Now Watch Me Do (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) Now Watch Me Do (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) Now Watch Me Do (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) Now Watch Me Do (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) Soulja Boy Off In This Hoe Watch Me Crank It Watch Me Roll Watch Me Crank Dat Soulja Boy Then Super Man Dat Hoe Now Watch Me Do (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) Now Watch Me Do (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) Now Watch Me Do (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) Now Watch Me Do (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) [Verse 1:] Soulja Boy Off In This Hoe Watch Me Lean And Watch Me Rock Super Man Dat Hoe Then Watch Me Crank Dat Robocop Super Fresh, Now Watch Me Jock Jocking On Them Haterz Man When I Do Dat Soulja Boy I Lean To The Left And Crank Dat Thang (Now You) I'm Jocking On Yo Bitch Ass And If We Get The Fightin Then I'm Cocking On Your Bitch You Catch Me At Yo Local Party Yes I Crank It Everyday Haterz Get Mad Cuz "I Got Me Some Bapes Today" [Chorus] Soulja Boy Off In This Hoe Watch Me Crank It Watch Me Roll Watch Me Crank Dat Soulja Boy Then Super Man Dat Hoe Now Watch Me Do (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) Now Watch Me Do (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) Now Watch Me Do (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) Now Watch Me Do (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) Soulja Boy Off In This Hoe Watch Me Crank It Watch Me Roll Watch Me Crank Dat Soulja Boy Then Super Man Dat Hoe Now Watch Me Do (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) Now Watch Me Do (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) Now Watch Me Do (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) Now Watch Me Do (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) [Verse 2:] I'm Bouncin On My Toe Watch Me Super Soak Dat Hoe I'ma Pass It To Arab Then He Gon Pass It To The Low (Low) Haterz Wanna Be Me Soulja Boy, I'm The Man They Be Lookin At My Neck Sayin Its The Rubberband Man (Man) Watch Me Do It (Watch Me Do It) Dance (Dance) Let Get To It (Let Get To It) Nope, You Can't Do It Like Me Hoe, So Don't Do It Like Me Folk, I See You Tryna Do It Like Me Man That Shit Was Ugly [Chorus] Soulja Boy Off In This Hoe Watch Me Crank It Watch Me Roll Watch Me Crank Dat Soulja Boy Then Super Man Dat Hoe Now Watch Me Do (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) Now Watch Me Do (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) Now Watch Me Do (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) Now Watch Me Do (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) Soulja Boy Off In This Hoe Watch Me Crank It Watch Me Roll Watch Me Crank Dat Soulja Boy Then Super Man Dat Hoe Now Watch Me Do (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) Now Watch Me Do (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) Now Watch Me Do (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) Now Watch Me Do (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) [Hook:] Im to freah off in this hoe Watch me crank it Watch me roll Watch me crank that roosavelt And super soak that Hoe And super soak that hoe and super soak that hoe and super soak that hoe and super soak that hoe Im to fresh up in this bitch Watch me shuffle Watch me jig Watch me crank my shoulder work Super man do it Super man do it super man do it Chorus: Soulja boy off in this hoe Watch me crank it Watch me roll Watch me crank dat soulja boy Then super man dat hoe Now watch me do (crank dat soulja boy) Now watch me do (crank dat soulja boy) Now watch me do (crank dat soulja boy) Now watch me do (crank dat soulja boy) Soulja boy off in this hoe Watch me crank it Watch me roll Watch me crank dat soulja boy Then super man dat hoe Now watch me do (crank dat soulja boy) Now watch me do (crank dat soulja boy) Now watch me do (crank dat soulja boy) Now watch me do (crank dat soulja boy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;yeah okay. if you like that, all the power to you. and if you don't like what i like, that's awesome too. we all have the right to like what we like and hate what we hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;but seriously, look at those lyrics. even without comparing it helena, aka the song about the death of mikey and gerard's grandmother, or i'm not okay, which gerard wrote about how lonely and shit his teenage years were, that song, from what i could stand to read of it, was about nothing. at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;like seriously. i hate rap music. we all know that. but uncle sam God damn (SORRY!!) i can stand because it has good lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;the salmon dance? about salmons dancing. but friggin catchy, at least it was before ministry of sound got to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;soulja boy or whatever it is? about nothing relevant, and THE WORST rap "song" i have ever heard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;painful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;ps. if you're going to comment and tell me i'm wrong, save it. i don't care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-5090943773713121480?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/5090943773713121480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=5090943773713121480' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/5090943773713121480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/5090943773713121480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-song.html' title='this is a song?'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-5182289397286547359</id><published>2008-04-05T21:25:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T21:33:25.719+11:00</updated><title type='text'>superfreaksuperfreakyeahyeahdancegirl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i reeeeaaallly dont want to go back to school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;so not ready for holidays to end. plus i havent finished my homework. why am i on here? been doing hw all day and im sick of it. thats wat i get for procrastinating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;ive decided that coz your soul goes to Heaven, if you have the soul of a young person than &lt;i&gt;maybe&lt;/i&gt; youre young in Heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i don't want to be young when i die but i dont want to be old in Heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-5182289397286547359?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/5182289397286547359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=5182289397286547359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/5182289397286547359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/5182289397286547359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2008/04/superfreaksuperfreakyeahyeahdancegirl.html' title='superfreaksuperfreakyeahyeahdancegirl'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-7618846297411105856</id><published>2008-03-15T21:01:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T21:13:43.513+11:00</updated><title type='text'>if you dont like the way i look well i just don't give a damn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ummmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;don't have much to say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-7618846297411105856?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/7618846297411105856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=7618846297411105856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/7618846297411105856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/7618846297411105856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2008/03/if-you-dont-like-way-i-look-well-i-just.html' title='if you dont like the way i look well i just don&apos;t give a damn'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-2536709422259731780</id><published>2008-02-27T19:22:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T19:38:59.150+11:00</updated><title type='text'>It Sucks, Is What It Does</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;RIP MR NELSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;I just can't stop thinking about his family, his poor wife and his baby girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Like Clare said, she isn't going to have what we had. It's not even like her paren't split up and her dad's in a different hemisphere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;He's &lt;em&gt;dead&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;And all it would have taken was the train to be late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Or for someone to have held him up at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anything&lt;/em&gt;. One tiny change and he could still be alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;And it sucks that we were his last ever class right, and it was health. Where we were talking about longevity. One of the last things he ever told his students was that he doesn't smoke because &lt;em&gt;he wants to live&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;FUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;I think Amy put it well when she said he taught us about mortality and morbidity and now he's one of those statistics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-2536709422259731780?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/2536709422259731780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=2536709422259731780' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/2536709422259731780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/2536709422259731780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-sucks-is-what-it-does.html' title='It Sucks, Is What It Does'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-2144402019388146027</id><published>2008-01-18T11:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T11:45:18.025+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelly and Kelsey’s Adventure That Should Have Been A Little Adventure But Ended Up Being A Big Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;havent got anything to say so decided just to copy my myspace blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;enjoy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was the afternoon of Monday the 14th of January, 2008. Kelly and Kelsey sat on the ground outside St Mary’s Church, seeking shade as they waited for the bus which would take Kelly back to Moama at four o’clock. Eager to do something with her friend before she returned to her home in Queensland in two day’s time, Kelsey began helping Kelly with the plans for a river trip the next day. The text messages were sent around, and the ideas of buying tubes to float down the river, an esky in between holding drinks and a little food were made. Kelsey felt the excitement for their trip to the river grow as she watched Kelly’s figure through the tinted windows disappear down the road.&lt;br /&gt;The next day the plans were set. Kelsey had to journey into town with her mother at nine am, due to the car needing to be fixed. Unsure of how long the fixing of the car would take, Kelsey left her esky and bathers in the back seat, sure that when it was time to go down to the mighty Murray, the car would be fixed and Mum would be able to drop her things with her. After spending around 40 minutes in Carters and finally finding a pair of sunglasses, Kelsey met Kelly at the bus stop. It was 11:20 am. The car had been at Ged’s for over two hours. This was expected however. She was sure it wouldn’t be any later than twelve. She agreed that her mother would call her when the car was fixed and they would meet and Big W and retrieve her stuff. Her mother departed, and the two girls set off to find some form of floatation device. The other invitees were unable to come, so it was just the two of them. They were unsuccessful in the brief look they had outside Bargain Buys, and the one choice they spotted in Big Dub was too expensive for their liking. Bennett’s saw them finding tubes (I think. I’m pretty sure...) for a good price, however they decided to have a further look before settling for their current find. Toy World ended up being the place in which they found their floaties. The fact that there was minimal chance they would fit their behinds in the tubes was hardly off-putting. Besides, they were $2- on sale for $1.60!!&lt;br /&gt;With that sorted, the two friends headed off to Safeway, where they wandered between isles, trying to make the other decide on what they should eat. They also decided they would need some string to tie the esky in between them so it wouldn’t float away. They suddenly struck lucky, finding large rolls of it, although they didn’t want to buy such a large amount...It turned out that wasn’t actually the problem when Kelly discovered that it wasn’t actually string but those bags that you put inside rubbish bins. Through a fit of giggles she informed her friends of this who took a few moments to understand what she was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;Finally settling on some water and chips, and agreeing that if the esky was to float away they’d just chase it, the girls wandered out of Safeway and wondered what it was they should do next. They had received no call from Kelsey’s mother. Kelly suggested they head out to the car place; if Mrs W should ring she wouldn’t have to go so far to find them and they had nothing else to do anyway. So they set off in the south direction, conversing on the unlikable factors of taxis. It was a warm day and the girls grew steadily hotter. And the industrial estate was further away that it had felt when they began. At a wild guess, I’ll say it was around 40 or so minutes later when Kelsey discovered she didn’t actually know where Ged’s was, or more to the point where they were. It was hot, they were tired, and it was dawning on them that walking out there was a very stupid idea.&lt;br /&gt;A short phone call the Kelsey’s mum told them they had to go to the next road over to get to the car fixer place. Arriving there at last, the two girls retrieved the desired materials from the backseat and started the long walk back into town. Luckily, this walk did not have to happen. The P plated Ged’s employee who had dropped Kelsey and her mum into town that morning showed up, offering Kelly and Kelsey a ride back. “You two didn’t walk the whole way out here, did you?” he asked, exhaling a plume of smoke and tapping his cigarette on the wound down window (not wound down far enough for Kelsey’s liking, however. Ew). Kelsey replied sheepishly that they had. He dropped them off at Safeway, where they went to the toilets to get changed into their swimming gear. Something was finally going (kind of) as planned.&lt;br /&gt;The girls headed off towards the bridge, not sure exactly where they were going to swim but sure that they were getting in the water at last. Cutting down past the Oz Maze, they trudged through dry scratchy grass, and receiving a phone call from Mrs W along the way, who told them the car was going to be about an hour longer. Kelsey felt sorry for her mother, who had been “filling in time” since around 9ish that morning (it was now getting on to two that afternoon). Reaching the water on the Echuca (slash Victoria) side, the girls dumped their things and began sun-creaming up. The task of blowing up their tubes (which really were small) proved to be a hard one, especially for Kelsey who is retarded and couldn’t get any air to go in hers. The fact that the two girls would burst out laughing frequently while trying to inflate their tubes didn’t help either. Finally, thanks to Kelly, the tubes were blown up enough to float on; however there was yet another problem. The esky, which had seemed so big (too big) that morning, was too small! With three bags to go in there, plus their rubbish, drinks, chips and a towel, the girls wondered what to do. Ideas of leaving their bags hidden under a towel were discussed, but they were finally able to make it work, with the towel, chips and water being balance on top under the handle.&lt;br /&gt;Trial time and Kelly was the one who sat on her tube in the water...only to find that her butt sunk right to the bottom. Luckily this was only so in the shallows, and once in the deeper water they were able to achieve some elevation. The esky...not so much. While it did float, the brown object tilted to the side, causing the girls to exclaim and grab a hold of it, and the bottles of water to slip off. While Kelly held the esky up, Kelsey searched around for the water; hers appeared next to her, bobbing up a little due to it not being completely full. They girls switched jobs and while Kelly struggled to find hers, they burst into a fit of laughter when they saw the small blue object that was the bottle lid floating slightly up the river.&lt;br /&gt;A little disappointed, Kelly and Kelsey decided that floating up the river wasn’t going to work...at least not today. The plan was recreated and the friends thought it would just be best that they float around in the area they were in. Looking across the river to the Moama (slash New South Wales) side, Kelly suggested they go over to Moama beach, where there was a small crowd of people, thus their things wouldn’t be taken. Not feeling up for a long walk up the bank, along the bridge and then along the road to the beach, Kelsey expressed the idea that they swim across, floating the esky along with them. So the two brown haired friends began their trip across the water. Kelly, to the best of the author’s memory, was seated in her tube holding on to one end of the esky while Kelsey, who, in continuance of her incapable of doing anything nature, was unable to get a seat in her tube, leant her upper body on hers and held on to the other end.&lt;br /&gt;Aware that they looked like complete and utter fools, Kelly and Kelsey could not stop laughing. The trip over was tiring, especially since the current was so strong. Still it became evident that they were making their way over when they saw that they were on the other side of the large pillars that held up the bridge. They were a significant distance further up stream than they had started at, but they finally reached Moama beach, where a large amount of eyes watched them leave the water and dump the esky down in the sand. One man said to them, “we thought you were walking over, but you were on a tube”, proof that they had been watched.&lt;br /&gt;After a float up stream and an arduous trek back through the water to their things, in which they squished through mud up to their knees and exclaimed in fear every time they met a patch of river grass (seriously, that stuff is scary), they sat on the beach, plunging their hands into light and tangy chips. The beach was alive with people; several groups of children with their parents, a group of young adults and another of teenage boys, and of course the usual women who are apparently ignorant of the fact that nearly 400,000 Australians are diagnosed with skin cancer every year and were sunning themselves on their towels or in the shallows, hoping to achieve a ‘totally deadly´ suntan.&lt;br /&gt;“Guess what?” Kelsey challenged her nine-month-older friend, who was watching the little dog as he ran back and forth in front of them, snapping at the waves. “You’re going to Queensland tomorrow”. But the blue-eyed one referred not to a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, when Kelly and Kelsey had reached the shore, feeling stupid yet triumphant that they had finally made it to the water- not the mention had swum a whole esky across with them, Kelly had voiced that they would have to add that to the list of stupid things they’d done throughout their friendship. So I decided I would blog the story of two girls whose little adventure ended up being a big adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-2144402019388146027?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/2144402019388146027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=2144402019388146027' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/2144402019388146027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/2144402019388146027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2008/01/kelly-and-kelseys-adventure-that-should.html' title='Kelly and Kelsey’s Adventure That Should Have Been A Little Adventure But Ended Up Being A Big Adventure'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-7250637416498901907</id><published>2008-01-05T17:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T18:17:45.042+11:00</updated><title type='text'>why do we need to be sanitary when the worlds so filthy anyway</title><content type='html'>you know what ad i hate??&lt;br /&gt;the AAMI ad when she's all "this is a message for my man todd" and drops hints that she wants him to propose. JUST ASK HIM YOURSELF if youre so desperate you need to put the ad on fourty billion times a day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what ad i love??&lt;br /&gt;the one for bubblemania smellums when the chick is smelling the bubble mix stuff and it looks like she's getting high off the fumes. it cracks me up everytime. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont really have anything else to say.&lt;br /&gt;except this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"that shit came out of no where, did you see that? i'm trying not to spoil it for anyone but you think you're going to watch a fun fantasy film and then suddenly theres this dead 16 year old. check it out".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he makes me laugh he does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what's the best thing about wearing black?"&lt;br /&gt;"you can hide pretty easily...unless you're in Hawaii"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my personal favourite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"that was obviously referring to the modern idea of emo which is a pair of jeans and a haircut"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x k&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-7250637416498901907?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/7250637416498901907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=7250637416498901907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/7250637416498901907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/7250637416498901907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-do-we-need-to-be-sanitary-when.html' title='why do we need to be sanitary when the worlds so filthy anyway'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-7622169225524257012</id><published>2007-12-27T15:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T16:04:00.552+11:00</updated><title type='text'>title</title><content type='html'>watch this and try to tell me you're not jealous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_AkXCoeQCbc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_AkXCoeQCbc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chick you can hear singing is pretty bad though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to be mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dvd! dvd! dvd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-7622169225524257012?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/7622169225524257012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=7622169225524257012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/7622169225524257012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/7622169225524257012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2007/12/title.html' title='title'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-2915739652955269852</id><published>2007-12-13T16:42:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T17:17:22.509+11:00</updated><title type='text'>a wimba way a wimba way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;just so you know, this is pretty much an email i sent to my american connection, just edited a little. coz i'm lazy. so if something doesn't make sense, that's why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh. My. Gosh. December 1st was the best night of my life. Better than Chaos, better than Big Day Out. And oh my gosh, they played Desert Song!! Coz they finished playing Cancer (which I cried in, but hey, I always cry in Cancer), and then they all went off the stage except Gee, who hadn't said "you" in "the hardest part of this is leaving you" just yet, and we were like where are they going?? And then Gerard finished the line and was like Goodnight Melbourne!! and we all started screaming NOOO and COME BACK and then we started up the MCR MCR MCR chant. And the pianist was playing and I could see Ray on the side and then he came back on with an accoustic and sat on a chair and it eventually merged into Desert Song. We were so excited coz we didn't even consider that they'd play it!! I can't remember the songs in the order they played them but I THINK this is what they played: This is How I Disappear, The Sharpest Lives, Dead! Welcome to the Black Parade, I Don't Love You, Cancer, Famous Last Words, Mama (which Gerard finished really oddly but fully awesomely. He was saying something and kept moving the mike away so we only heard pieces. Then he said something like I  don't want to stop...never...stop.... dancing), House of Wolves, Sleep, Desert Song, Helena (this song is about a funeral he said), Give 'Em Hell Kid, Prison, I'm Not Okay (fuck yes), Cemetery Drive..damn, I could have sworn they played more off Revenge..I think that's all though. My friend and I were yelling out BULLETS every time it went quiet coz we wanted to hear Honey and Vampires SO BAD. But they didn't (as you can see from above) which was a little disappointing. Afterwards we were singing Honey at the top of our lungs lol. There was like flames and stuff, and sparkler-confetti stuff? I could feel the heat from the flames. Tucker, the fill-in drummer would have got so hot coz he was right next to it.  I loved how Gerard did things with his feet all the time and would jump and split his legs. He's such a good frontman. His singing was AMAZING. And people were throwing lollies onthe stage and Gerard said he would make the person throwing it come up on stage and lick it up. He goes "I don't care if youre 12 years old, I'll make you lick this candy up off the floor. Keep it to yourself, or I'll kick your arse". It was funny.  One of the other good things was that Frankie was there!! I finally got to see him. He was pretty quiet, for him, but just as awesome, and he was wearing his bullet proof vest. Which was sweet coz my friend was dressed up like him from back in the days he wore the vest and the tie. They had sweet as eyes, black eyeliner on and red eyeshadow all around, like Helena sort of. We stopped at Maccas on the way and got called emo (except we deleted it from the dictionary so it's no longer a word), and we also met these girls that were going and Hannah got a photo with them lol. Actually she had a photo with lots of randoms including this dude dressed up like Gerard and we saw him later and called him Gerard, it was funny. It was so good when they started playing, everyone stood up and then as soon as they started playing it didn't even matter that we were in seats, we made our own mosh, it was so good. I think that's part of the reason why it was so good, coz of the atmosphere and that. It was so awesome. I was pleased to see Ray's hair is orange again, and just as large as usual, and when he played it would flop around. He is so good, Toro. If I played guitar I would aspire to play like him. Mikey had these awesome boots on and is growing his hair. My connection in Brisbane was in the pit and she said he looked like a serial killer lol. I'm just sad that Bob wasn't there, coz he is such a cool kid. Plus it would mean I would have seen the whole band. But there will be other times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well ok, I'm done. Except gay internet has disconnected and I know it will be about an hour til I can get connected again, so I'll have to wait to post this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Woo, it's only like 20 mins later and I have connection! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-2915739652955269852?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/2915739652955269852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=2915739652955269852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/2915739652955269852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/2915739652955269852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2007/12/wimba-way-wimba-way.html' title='a wimba way a wimba way'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-5131010723379409696</id><published>2007-11-10T19:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T20:26:03.625+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Homophobia Is Gay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Back in the day, Frankie had a shirt that said that. I want one. I wonder if they have them on ebay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, I was reading a post on myspace by a chick from Queensland that ended up being on of my friends somehow, and it was about My Chem and how they've changed and I fully agree. Like, you watch Life on the Murder Scene and it's five dudes who don't really give a fuck about anything but music and helping people and saving their lives through their music. And right now Clare is rolling her eyes. But that's what they did. And now they are all commercial and much as I love them and they are the reason I get up in the morning, and I would never rise from my bed ever again if Gee went back to how he was and ended up killing himself like he almost did (I can't watch that part of LOTMS without bursting into tears), they are so different now. Like all this My Chemical Romance and the Black Parade. Why can't it just be My Chem? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't really be bothered ranting about them right now and I'm sure you couldn't care less. I shall just finish with one bit from LOTMS that makes me appreciate Gerard so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's this bit and Gerard is talking about how when they were on Chaos there was a local band that was getting girls to show them their boobs for backstage passes and Gee got so angry, and he went on stage and said words something along the lines of this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Ladies, let me hear you holler...If you ever see shitty ass rock dudes in shitty ass rock bands asking you to show them your tits for a backstage pass, I want you to spit RIGHT IN THEIR FUCKING FACE and yell FUCK! YOU!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lachlan is watching Star Wars. Princess Leia. Naturally Sadie. PARALLAX!! (Francis hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;YOU CANNOT DESTROY ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;luv k x x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-5131010723379409696?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/5131010723379409696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=5131010723379409696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/5131010723379409696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/5131010723379409696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2007/11/homophobia-is-gay.html' title='Homophobia Is Gay'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-968548214093445788</id><published>2007-10-26T16:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T21:52:48.610+10:00</updated><title type='text'>the day i got a taste of chaos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;so it's 6am on tuesday 23rd october and kelsey is wide awake and unable to get back to sleep. when her alarm goes off 40 minutes later, she's up in a flash. and right now she's wondering why she's referring to herself in third person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyway Kelly and *I* went to Melbourne at about nineish, got there about half past twelve. for about the next three hours we occupied ourselves by searching for black jeans (not skinny. ew) for me, and a black shirt for Kelly, as well as having fun lugging Kelly's suitcase across the city. Needless to say, it was an experience. A funny one though, from my point of view. We were wandering around looking for something, I think it may have been an information thingo where we could get tram routes or something but I forget, when we went off down into a few Chinese mini shopping centres, or something like that anyway, and we ended up in like a back street China town. So then we had to find our way out of there, and we finally ended up finding our way to Fed square/Flinder's Street. It was there that we met the lady inside the lift, who told us we were going down. How did she know?? Anyway, we figured out what we needed to do and so we had to lug our stuff, which had grown progressively more heavy as the day continued, to Bourke St, and then we got the tram to my aunty's place, where we quickly got changed and all that. And then we went to Fitzroy St, where the number 16 was just leaving, and so when we got to Flinders the number 70 was just leaving, so by the time we got to Vodaphone it had already started. But it was just the Bled, and I don't like them. The dude was cool though. Anyway, we had bouncy balls and Kelbo kept dropping hers and they almost went on the road. Goober lol. When we got there, Kelbo desperately had to pee, and then we had an argument about whether or not we had to go up stairs to get bands (I won, haha) and then we had got run up there, then run back down and then FINALLY we were in there. For The Bled we just kinda listened coz you know, we weren't real into them (I wasn't anyway), and then it took us like half of the side stage bands set to realise they were playing coz, being on the side stage, we couldn't really see them. Coz what they did was, while the bands were setting up, there was just little bands playing on the side stage just off the normal one. It's actually really weird being on the floor. Coz I'd never been there before. You're so close! Anyway, Drop Dead were about to start and I said to Kel, get ready, and she was like, it's not even a good band and then they started and she was like OH MY GOD!! And then we rocked out lol. And then Gallows played and the friggin ranga (I hate that term, but he was a bitch so I'll call him that) was paying out Australians and calling us convicts and shit, and I was like "get the fuck out if you hate us so much". He was very rude. Some chick pulled on the mike cord and chewed on it (wtf) and he was like "I hope you get electrictued" and he came down to make us make a circle pit (one of many that followed) and he was like "don't touch me, don't take photos, I'm not an animal". So he was a bitch. So then Aiden played and that was when the fun really started coz I was so pumped to see them and I knew the words and even when I lost Kelly I didn't freak out. wiL made us do like four circle pits. He was so cool, he was like "we'll have the first..whatever arena this is dance party". When the circle pit kinda calmed down me and Kel kinda went to get in so we could get close and then wiL was like "come on circle pit" so I had to get back out. Coz it looked scary. And Kelly fell down in the Gallows one. ANYWAY then all too soon it was time for Aiden to leave and I was like NOOOO coz I was having so much fun, and besides, they hadn't played Knife Blood Nightmare. Then me and Kel went to get a drink (and Kelly had to pee again) and this dude saw my wristband and was like "your in the chaos pit?" and I told him I was, and he was like "damn you". I told him to sneak in like Em did (coz Kel was like it that Emily? and it was and we were like how did you get in here??) but he said he tried and got caught. Unlucky. Anyway, we went back and Rise Against played, and they were FAN-FREAKING-TASTIC. That's all I can say. Also, I went to tell Kelly something when she was infront of me and discovered it wasn't her. Funnier still, she was next to me. Plus, I think the girl was blonde. When the Used were getting ready, Kelly, whom I'd lost, told me to find her up the front and soon enough I found her and she pulled me through. It smelt like sauce and it was hot and I was freaking out. As soon as they started playing I had to get out. Someone had my hair squished to my back so I couldn't sotp looking at the ceiling. I had to push my way out behind this guy and his female companion. So then I was right up the back and soon Kelly was with me and we tried to get closer. They had all these cardboard cut outs and Bert got the George Bush one and flicked him off, and everyone was like YEAH and joined in. Then he threw it away. They left the stage and everyone was like "ONE MORE SONG! ONE MORE SONG!" but what we really meant was "LOTS MORE SONGS". Then they came back with wiL from Aiden and they played A Box Full of Sharp Objects. They did a wall of death, and I knew what was going on so I got the hell out of there. Well, I went to the very back anyway. Looking back, I wish I had have got into the wall, and the circle pits, coz even though they would have hurt they would have been so much fun. Oh well, there's always next year. So after they finished we went out and I had the sorest legs. I got a shirt and it is black and then we went outside and Kelly wouldn't decided what we were going to do (:P) and then we started walking and eventually ended up back at Flinder's street. On the way we went in the lift but there was no lady in this one and Kelly wrote our names with eyeliner. I wish I had have got to meet the Used and maybe if we hung around we might have got to, but we were too tired and really to go home. And I also wish I was all bashed up and that I lost my voice, even though I had a pretty damn sore throat afterwards. And now I am sad and I can't stop feeling sad. I want to to happen all over again and even though I'm going to see My Chem in 35 or possibly 36 days, I can't stop missing it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OK, that's my story. Other stuff happened but I can't be bothered putting it in so seeya later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-968548214093445788?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/968548214093445788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=968548214093445788' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/968548214093445788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/968548214093445788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-i-got-taste-of-chaos.html' title='the day i got a taste of chaos'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-2564210840905705141</id><published>2007-10-20T19:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T19:42:43.329+10:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye goodbye goodbye, is all she said</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;HELLO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;just so you all know, it is 3 days til TASTE OF CHAOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;i shall have fun i shall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;also, in 42 days i shall be seeing MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;just so ya'll informed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;ok bye now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;luv kels and stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-2564210840905705141?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/2564210840905705141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=2564210840905705141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/2564210840905705141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/2564210840905705141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2007/10/goodbye-goodbye-goodbye-is-all-she-said.html' title='goodbye goodbye goodbye, is all she said'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-6736243834494128116</id><published>2007-10-02T21:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T21:48:41.999+10:00</updated><title type='text'>no north south pipeline to melbourne</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;The following link is for my Youtube page. I want you to go to it, watch the video in the top video log called "Kids Moshing At Chaos" or something like that::: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=sadsorryselfishcry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=sadsorryselfishcry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Like the conformist that I am, I am making a myspace and it is annoying me. Perhaps I will force Kelly to do it for me :) Speaking of Kelly, tomorrow it is only two weeks till she comes down. Meaning TODAY it is only three weeks till Chaos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;My tooth hurts. Also, I have Time Bomb by Beck in my head. How about that? Kangaroo Flat, Market Centre. That's what Ash would say, if she was here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Speaking of Ash, Clare do you know where she read that about the Chaser? Coz maybe it was an unreliable sorce??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;OK, well, I do not have anything to say. Pretty warm today, huh? Good camping weather. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Have fun doing what you do and I'll see you all next week (NOOOOOOOOO). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I mean NOOOOOOO as in no we have to go back to school, not no I have to see my friends again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Alright, see-ow (ciao) bellas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Much love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;K x x o o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-6736243834494128116?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/6736243834494128116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=6736243834494128116' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/6736243834494128116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/6736243834494128116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-north-south-pipeline-to-melbourne.html' title='no north south pipeline to melbourne'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-1732596198529220911</id><published>2007-09-22T20:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T20:30:34.238+10:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a leopluridon, charlie. a magical leopluridon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hellooooooooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;holidays, finally!! i'm so happy theyre here, coz i need a rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;my family is driving me crazy, emily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;here are a few things that are bothering me::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-i have no life. as in, i do nothing but spend the days in my room reading and going on the internet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-i don't know what i'm going to do once i leave school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-people keep pestering me about what i'm going to do when i leave school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-my sister is a dumb shit who thinks of herself and herself only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-my brother is a spazz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-the aforementioned enjoy fighting and yelling at eachother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-i am going insane and it's only day one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-i'm angry and sad and i don't know why. well, i know why i'm angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-i'm a freak who doesn't drink coffee or alcohol like a normal teenager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-i want to go to my chem but rhi wont hurry up and tell me if she's even going to bother asking her mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-i want to go to the melbourne show but mum says she doesnt want to everytime i see the add and look at her hopefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hope you all have a lovely time in adelaide and melbourne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;luv a tub of lub and a tub of tuv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-1732596198529220911?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/1732596198529220911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=1732596198529220911' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/1732596198529220911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/1732596198529220911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-leopluridon-charlie.html' title='it&apos;s a leopluridon, charlie. a magical leopluridon!'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-7558146401784758368</id><published>2007-09-07T20:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T20:56:49.590+10:00</updated><title type='text'>im not ok, im not ok, well im not ok, im not oh fucking kay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ello &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;so we have eight weeks of school left. woooooo!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;well i'm excited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;you know how everyone's doing the whole oh my goshness, we're in year 12 next year, freak out!!! ? well usually when that happens and there's a big discussion on oh my gosh, what will i do after school, i roll my eyes coz i really couldn't give a fuck. coz there's about a ninety percent chance i fail in life and end up either on the streets or worse, living with my parents and never getting the hell out of here. but i was thinking today,  i don't know why or when but about stuff we do at school. like, i was thinking about netball, and how we really only have one winter season left. coz even if we keep playing after school, some of us will be too busy, and some of us won't want to, and it wont be in echuca on a saturday afternoon will it? it'll be in melbourne on a tuesday night with a bunch of people we don't know and who we've never played before. i prefer what we've got now. or we had, anyway, given the season is over. but also we have one more swimming sports, one more athletics day and one more cross country. sure, it means only one more time that me and tahl have to hang back going "i'm not doing it, i'm not doing it!"  but it's still sad. i'm not so sad to be leaving school. but as for the whole being in school thing, i'm gonna miss that, i think. i don't know if that made any sense but you know. the whole being a student thing. like, i'm not gonna miss the homework and the early mornings and the double periods (oh my gosh, no maths next year. she shoots, she scores!!) but i think i'm gonna miss, like, being a student, and walking around in my school uniform and being young and dependent and niave because i'm still in school. you know? i spose it's just that everything is sort of coming to an end. and its happening a lot quicker than i expected it to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;here is a song. coz i like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Always forgive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;never forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Its just like me to pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;and give into her every need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;showing no signs of defeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thirsting for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thirsting for the tears you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Waiting for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Waiting for your pleading cries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Don't be blinded by her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Don't be blinded; its disguise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Don't be blinded by her eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Skin so soft and pure white lace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Beauty takes control of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Don't be blinded by her eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Don't be blinded its disguise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;She'll suck every inch of life from deep inside of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Her burning passion for hate takes control of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;every inch of light from deep inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;my only regret lies in all the nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;spine removed from back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;faced down on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I offered her my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;but still she wanted more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Skin so soft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Beauty is only skin deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pure white lace;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;is enough to cut through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;exposing what's beneath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-7558146401784758368?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/7558146401784758368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=7558146401784758368' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/7558146401784758368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/7558146401784758368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-not-ok-im-not-ok-well-im-not-ok-im.html' title='im not ok, im not ok, well im not ok, im not oh fucking kay'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-5304816610358825882</id><published>2007-09-01T20:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T20:47:08.466+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've seen your photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Your photo don't look a thing like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've seen your photo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For a second I can see right through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I rub my eyes thinking they must be telling me lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But that's you in the photo and the photo don't lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We get around, we get around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don't actually have anything to say. I just like that song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-5304816610358825882?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/5304816610358825882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=5304816610358825882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/5304816610358825882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/5304816610358825882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2007/09/ive-seen-your-photo-your-photo-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-7628312634390831275</id><published>2007-08-18T20:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T20:49:28.554+10:00</updated><title type='text'>judgment day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i really hate how we always judge eachother. you know how a new person comes to school and we automatically start judging them? like today at netball the girl georgia was on didn't look all that nice so my cousin and I were like, nah don't like her. as it were, she was a bitch, but we were so quick to decide she was a bitch. not that this matters, i spose it's just part of life and we have to deal with it, coz it's never going to change. but i'm a bit sick of feeling like certain members of my family *cough mum and georgia cough* want me to change.&lt;br /&gt;example one: today georgia is having a birthday party, and she told me i wasn't allowed to watch any music dvds while her friends were here because its embarrassing. i asked her how so, and she explained to me that it's weird music. again, i asked how so, and she said its all gothic and emo. when i asked her what emo means, she didn't have an answer, which shows she's a conformist and is quick to jump on the band wagon. i think that's part of why i don't like her. a small part, but still- she's not her own person. like, she listens to what everyone else listens to and she thinks what everyone else thinks and i wish she didn't have such a big fear of the unknown. maybe underneath she's actually really, i dont know, passionate, or thoughtful. shrug. anyway, that's not even the point, the point is, it kinda hurt my feelings to have my own sister tell me, in a roundabout kind of way, that i embarrass her. it wasn't like 'mum, you're so embarassing'. it was like 'the things that you like and the consequent person that you are embarrasses me and i don't want to be around you'. she probably didn't expect me to read into it like that, but i did.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, later we were in jay jays coz i needed a top for my grandmas 80th next weekend, and after i got one, mum was picking up all those tops and stuff and asked me if i liked it. and it was all, like girly stuff. not like, girly girl, but not the kind of clothes i would like to be wearing, you know? and it completely made me think that, like georgia, my mum doesn't like who i am, and wants to change me. like for christmas, i get clothes, but its all brand name stuff. which was cool back when all my friends got brand name clothing and i was wearing good old target stuff, but not so much now, what with the whole im-so-not-into-brandname-clothes factor. maybe i embarrass her too? the whole point im trying to make is i dont think people like who i am and slash or who i have become and i hate that they seem to find a need to change or mould me into something they do like. i hate it. why cant we just be ourselves without being judged all the time??? grrr!&lt;br /&gt;by the way, just while im thinking about it, have you's noticed that a member of our group seems to only like the same music and shows and people as a few other members of our groups. it irrates me, how she doesn't go out on a limb and like her own stuff. have u noticed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye. lub k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-7628312634390831275?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/7628312634390831275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=7628312634390831275' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/7628312634390831275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/7628312634390831275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2007/08/judgment-day.html' title='judgment day'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-2620045636356444621</id><published>2007-08-05T18:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T19:18:40.873+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Is A Pothead and the Philosopher's Stoned</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't really have anything to say, but I spose I better let you know I'm still here. I haven't gone anywhere. Sadly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There is a girl online at the moment and her personal message says 'all guys are dogs' and then straight after it it says 'he is still in my heart, he will always be'. She's kinda contradicting herself, isn't she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well I hope we all had a good weekend. I did. Netball was fun yesterday even though we didn't win, and I went to the ballet last night and it was really good. No, really. I liked the second one the best. It was funny. Afterwards, my Georgia, Tatum, Sarah and Amelia met the dancers and got their autographs and they were so funny coz they were so excited. The poor things. Especially Jonathon. But I'm sure you don't care, so I won't bother explaining who Jonathon is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lachlan is playing the keyboard next door. Another reason why my weekend is good: we are having roast for tea. Yum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I need someone to get me angry so I can rant about something. Hmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;79 days till Chaos. My mum say a The Used filmclip yesterday (it was crap. Compared to their others, anyway. They could have done more with that song) and she was like 'they're scary'. I told her not to expect me to come out alive. Of Chaos, I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh when the saint...go marching in....he's playing it too fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OK I'm done. BYE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;lub k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-2620045636356444621?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/2620045636356444621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=2620045636356444621' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/2620045636356444621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/2620045636356444621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2007/08/harry-is-pothead-and-philosophers.html' title='Harry Is A Pothead and the Philosopher&apos;s Stoned'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-262307774782964115</id><published>2007-07-14T21:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T22:12:36.697+10:00</updated><title type='text'>"I don't know exactly what emo entails" -Brian Bell, Weezer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm Kelsey, and I'm wondering: what gives people the right to label other people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No, really, think about it. The world is full of sexism and racism and religion-ism. As if that wasn't bad enough, now we get to go around labelling people as we feel, just because of the way they act or the music they listen to. I am so over the word 'emo'. What The Fuck Is An Emo??? I don't think anyone really knows, they just jump on the wagon and label anyone who wears black 'emo'. Emo is the new goth, aparently. Like at tap, Chelsea said, 'I'm looking pretty goth in all my black' and Sam said 'no it's emo now, Chelsea' (but she meant it sarcastically). And then somewhere along the way it became an insult to be emo. So pretty much, even if you are emo, whatever that is, or goth, whatever, you are not good enough, and you have to change. No wonder no one likes being called an emo. Because it's become an insult, and no one likes to be insulted. People always crap on about 'be comfortable with who you are' and 'dont change for anyone'. Well if the person you are is so great, then why do others insist on putting you down?? How is anyone meant to be happy with the person that they are with this label-ism going on?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I sat on the couch and listened to my sister insist that I was a goth. Perfectly laughable, I know. I mean, I'm not gothic at all. And come on, as if I'm going to listen to my sister decide what I am. I don't try to tell her what she is, and I'm the oldest, I'm the one with authority. Or so the stereotype goes. I feel like I've always got the lower hand, to tell you the truth. But anyway, she seemed to think the fact that I've got black fingernails and I'm wearing a black shirt meant I was a goth. It all spiralled from the topic on hair colours. She said I had black hair, I said no. She said yeah, coz you're a goth. Long story short, I mentioned I would have died my hair black by now if I wasn't too pale (and got a blue underlay, although I didn't say that) and then she insisted I was a goth. Which provoked this whole post. About labelling people, I mean. Some people jump to the most ridiculous conclusions, ie. my sister who thinks I'm a goth, or possibly emo, when I'm not. I don't take offense to it at all, because a) I don't, as Brian Bell said, know what it entails, although I have a fair idea of the common belief and/or stereotype, and b) because people don't know me at all. It's kinda sad that almost 14 years of living with this girl she has no idea who I am, but on the other hand, I have no idea who she is. She's Georgia, Kelsey and Lachlan's sister, sure, but who is she? I have no idea. But that's not the point of this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The whole point of what I'm saying is what gives us the right to label people? Like, I turned on the radio a few weeks ago, and on Hack they were talking emo, and one guy goes 'fans of Behind Crimson Eyes generally have had some emotional trauma and usually slit their wrists'. So there's two labels in one- I'm emo, and a cutter. I think that's unfair to say that because you like a band you slit your wrists. Especially when there are so many depressed people who do cut themselves and it's got nothing to do with the music they listen to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OK, I think I'm done. Basically what I'm saying is, I don't understand what's happened. Maybe it's always been like this and I just didn't realise because back in primary school, especially mine coz it's so small, we were all friends and it didnt matter who you were, and maybe because, again, this whole emo thing has grown and now every third person sits in their room crying and writing poetry about how their life is a black abyss ever spiralling down into nothingness and wearing black, painting their nails black and dying their hair black, but I think it's stupid that everyone seems to need to be put into their place, their category. Luckily it doesnt effect me, but some people it does (ie. girls in Melbourne, stereoypically emo, get bashed at nighttime. One was left with a razor blade, after being bashed and called 'emo shit'). It dont think its fair. But you probably get that by now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sorry about this post being so long and repetitive. It's just that we learnt in Media that some percentage of blogs, like 75% or something, are used as a journal, rather than a device to express opinions, and mine definatlely falls into the first category. And with Tahlia being deep and meaningful with her thoughts and Clare talking of how she wants to change the world we live in (go sistah), and then my sister basically going 'this is what I think of you', I decided it was about time I spoke of something with substance. Who cares I went to Lake's Entrance and went to the Buchan caves and they were really cool? Who cares that I'm getting braces on the 24th of July? Who cares that Avril doesn't like your girlfriend, no way no way, she thinks you need a new one, she could be your girlfriend (fuck I hate that song)??? No one cares!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'd just like to finish with something I heard during a review of Harry Potter 5 on the radio today::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"It's another year at Hogward's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry- and Harry is more emo than ever"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Luv Kelsey x x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PS:: Anj, if you're listening--how is Eldwardo? Keeping his nose clean? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-262307774782964115?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/262307774782964115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=262307774782964115' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/262307774782964115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/262307774782964115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-dont-know-exactly-what-emo-entails.html' title='&quot;I don&apos;t know exactly what emo entails&quot; -Brian Bell, Weezer'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-2283861055575748044</id><published>2007-06-30T20:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T22:13:08.603+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Schoooooooools Out For Two Weeks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Well two weeks and three days if you want to be &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;technical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;What is everyone doing for their holidays? I am not doing anything till Friday, when I am going to Lake's Entrance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Won't that be fun???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Please God, send us some more rain and make Lake's Entrance be so flooded and damaged that we can't go and I can stay here and not spend half of my precious holidays being bored out of my skull.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Well not so much anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm going to the ortho on tuesday. Other than that not much is going on so yeah. We almost won netball today. Sorry about the shitty passes and crap I did. We may have won if I hadn't have sucked so majorly. I dont think I should place C anymore.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Chaos 115 days woooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ummmmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yeah ok, nothing else to say. There is a yellow speech bubble coming out of the save now button that informs me that Now Bloggers saves your drafts automatically! Makes you wonder why there's a button to save then doesn't it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sorry this is such a boring post, I just have nothing to say, I thought I better update though WOW The button just went grey and it says next to it that it autosaved at 8.46pm. I wondering how that works when it's only 8.45pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Anyway, better skoot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Luv ya'll,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Kels x x&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-2283861055575748044?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/2283861055575748044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=2283861055575748044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/2283861055575748044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/2283861055575748044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2007/06/schoooooooools-out-for-two-weeks.html' title='Schoooooooools Out For Two Weeks!'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-2402344643086248317</id><published>2007-06-16T20:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T21:13:30.430+10:00</updated><title type='text'>If Just Jeans is called Just Jeans then why does it sell more than Just Jeans??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So exams are over, which is good, not because I was all the concerned about them but because now semester one is over, we can move on and I have half a year of maths left for the rest of my life (someone could have told me it wasn't compulsory in year 11. Seriously!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I had something else to say but I can't remember what it was. That seems to happen to me alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LYRICS: "PARIS IN JAIL"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;being confined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To LA State Prison&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cause I would drive with DUI's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I caused some collisions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They tell me now that my appeal has been denied&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and that this sentence is now bona-fide&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ow bout a jail that won't insult my civic pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like somewhere on the Upper West Side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with a water slide......ohhh noooo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even though they say I'm shady&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm really so refined&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need a cleaning lady&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't do time.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robert Blake and OJ SIMPSON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They both get off scott free&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I drive without a license&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They throw the book right at me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It sucks to the highest degree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahh, ahhhhh... Hahh, ahhhhh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I went ape, on a sex tape&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The guys all went ga-ga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I, must make, my jail escape&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss my Chihuahua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My friend Nicole drove down that freeway the wrong way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She'll probably get parole and float away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because she weighs, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zeroooooo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even though I got the glamour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even though my clothes are fab&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They throw me in the slammer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Britney gets re-hab.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They put me in the big house&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sounds like a movie pitch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heiress goes up the river&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ends up as somebody's bitch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They can't do this to me, I'm rich&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahh, ahhhhh... Hahh, ahhhhh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now I am digging a ditch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahh, ahhhhh... Hahh, ahhhhh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My roomate's a woman named Mitch!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;That is the song I've had in my head all week. There's a video to go with it too on youtube. It's funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The friends part on my youtube page just caught my eye and realised Simple Plan have accepted my invitation to be my friend. YAY SP are my friend!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's my news for the moment. I need something else to say. I have such a boring life. I have Bohemian Rhapsody in my head coz I'm watching a vid on y/tube of two girls that I knew singing it. It's quite humourous. Here's the link, in case you care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nhWZ-AfJrqs"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nhWZ-AfJrqs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, I have some news!! 129 DAYS TILL CHAOS!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, now I'm all out. If winning isn't important, why do we keep score? Yeah, I got that off Ash's Gloria Jean's frequent sippers card. I think that's what its called. Maybe I just made that up inside my brain. Anyway, it says the same thing on mine as it does on Clare's, but I forget what it says. Something about the road to...something...is always under construction. Or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Enough boring you for one night. Speaking of bored, I am bored because no one ever talks to me on the net!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bye. Luvus Kelsus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;x x o o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-2402344643086248317?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/2402344643086248317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=2402344643086248317' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/2402344643086248317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/2402344643086248317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2007/06/if-just-jeans-is-called-just-jeans-then.html' title='If Just Jeans is called Just Jeans then why does it sell more than Just Jeans??'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-2451860378430442049</id><published>2007-05-31T17:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T17:18:43.255+10:00</updated><title type='text'>"My heart says it's B" "My heart says stop eating chips"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;To compadres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Please see the following:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;-No, I do not care whether or not I spelt &lt;em&gt;compadre &lt;/em&gt;wrong. You know what I mean, and more importantly, &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;know what I mean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;-Exams begin T minus 8 days (approximately) and I need to ask the following question:: anyone wanna go down the street between exams, like go somewhere other than school to study? Like the town library or Gloria Jeans or something? I cannot sit in a silent room for 100 minutes. My already frizzled brain will die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;-We are watching Schindler's List in history. I like it but it makes me want to spew, cry and hit Hitler (DIE YOU FUCKING MOTHERFUCKER BURN IN FUCKING HELL!!!!!!!!!!!) with an iron bar all at the same time. I can't stop thinking about it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;-My theory, as I just told Kelly (Kelbinator CHAOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!), is that if there was no money, there would be no problems. However my theories have proved wrong in the past, ie. my theory that Elce will be in my class tomorrow, as her last name begins with B, which, as you may know, is the second letter of the alphabet, and hence is early in the roll, consequently going into the first year 11 class, Blue (aka mine). This, however, did not happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Finally, I would like to leave you with the follwing picture, provided it will work, of Klair and I on the day of the emo party. I think it looks cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ta-ta lovies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;K x x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;fucking blogger. still not working. it's a good'un tho. ps. t, seb did another vlog and its funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-2451860378430442049?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/2451860378430442049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=2451860378430442049' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/2451860378430442049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/2451860378430442049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-heart-says-its-b-my-heart-says-stop.html' title='&quot;My heart says it&apos;s B&quot; &quot;My heart says stop eating chips&quot;'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-7705470011623557624</id><published>2007-05-15T20:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T20:48:35.599+10:00</updated><title type='text'>raindrops keep falling on my head...WOO HOO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;i don't actually have anything to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;it tastes fresh, fresh, it's fresh not frozen....arg!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;ohhhhhhhhhh what can i say????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;how goods the rain? if we have above average rain for the next three years, we'll all be back to normal. and that'll happen (yeah, right...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;blah di blah. you know how we get june 14th off? well i think we have the monday off too coz of queen's birthday. yay hurray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;au revoir&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;kels x o x o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-7705470011623557624?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/7705470011623557624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=7705470011623557624' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/7705470011623557624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/7705470011623557624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2007/05/raindrops-keep-falling-on-my-headwoo.html' title='raindrops keep falling on my head...WOO HOO'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-7282632999057301722</id><published>2007-05-06T16:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T16:21:47.914+10:00</updated><title type='text'>'wasabi!...what's wasabi?....i can't eat hot food!!....how hot's the wasabi??'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I went to the dentist and gueeeeeeeeeeess what? It's very likely I'll have to get braces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;WOOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Oh damn. Now I have Wasabi by Lee Harding in my head. Not cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;(hehe, not cool. coz wasabi's really hot? i crack myself up....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I don't have anything to talk about. I'm hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I just tried to upload an image and it still isnt working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;"A thinking game. I always get the thinking games"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;"What was the third one Big Brother? I didn't hear what you said" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;"C- Dummy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;"I'm hairy like Wolverine. Actually me and Wolverine had a duel once. I won"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;"There's a maroon...piece a shit, I think. 1992 piece a shit, waiting out the front"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;"There's been some speculation that I am an alchoholic, and I'd just like to say that it isn't true" [pours himself another glass]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;That's all. Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-7282632999057301722?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/7282632999057301722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=7282632999057301722' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/7282632999057301722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/7282632999057301722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2007/05/wasabiwhats-wasabii-cant-eat-hot.html' title='&apos;wasabi!...what&apos;s wasabi?....i can&apos;t eat hot food!!....how hot&apos;s the wasabi??&apos;'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-7027947616403322866</id><published>2007-04-20T20:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T20:52:52.750+10:00</updated><title type='text'>'if you've got a condom, sleep around' [lol josh]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;get who met josh stuart from behind crimson eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;i would show you photos, but blogger is being a bastard. if anyone can explain to me why when i try to upload a picture the lines that go around the lightbolb light up about a quarter of the way around and then make a clicky noise, like when you click to go to the next page or whatever, and then doesn't do anything after that, please explain to me why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;COZ IT'S PISSING ME OFF!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;we also met BEEEENNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!! from  Razor Cartell and 'the Dude' from the Jades and the other guy with the t-shirt but i can't remember who he was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Front row guys!! Front row!! Not that there were that many people to fight for it but still. It was awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;It was so funny Dad. You should have been there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Anyway, hopefully I can get some pictures up (seriously, if anyone can help PLEASE DO SO)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sincerly, Kelsey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;PS. We got asked by the security guards if we had passes THREE TIMES. I think it was kinda obvious we did not have them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-7027947616403322866?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/7027947616403322866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=7027947616403322866' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/7027947616403322866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/7027947616403322866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2007/04/if-youve-got-condom-sleep-around-lol.html' title='&apos;if you&apos;ve got a condom, sleep around&apos; [lol josh]'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-1658158520296092354</id><published>2007-04-10T23:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T23:28:21.157+10:00</updated><title type='text'>"it's ma'am as in ham, not ma'am as in farm"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;gotta be green, gotta be yellow, gotta be blue, gotta be mean gotta be green, gotta be something in high pitched vocals that i cant understand.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i cant actually understand much of it at all. dammit grace kelly get out of my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;in other news, i heart chocolate, chocolate i heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;sources say the girl has digested a large amount of chocolate, but still has two large eggs and a (super fine. oh yeah he's a super fine, super fine. ahem) bunny to consume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;and that is the report for this evening. im kelsey w. goodnight.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051790438382746514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_e3I9aJDyJu8/RhuQo1-Eu5I/AAAAAAAAAB4/t4jYgO1onts/s320/James008%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-1658158520296092354?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/1658158520296092354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=1658158520296092354' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/1658158520296092354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/1658158520296092354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-maam-as-in-ham-not-maam-as-in-farm.html' title='&quot;it&apos;s ma&apos;am as in ham, not ma&apos;am as in farm&quot;'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e3I9aJDyJu8/RhuQo1-Eu5I/AAAAAAAAAB4/t4jYgO1onts/s72-c/James008%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-8997620239779035807</id><published>2007-04-03T18:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T18:38:29.420+10:00</updated><title type='text'>just keep swimming, just keep swimming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_e3I9aJDyJu8/RhISMy0be_I/AAAAAAAAABw/-tC3NhVzFU0/s1600-h/Michael+and+Gee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049118143245155314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_e3I9aJDyJu8/RhISMy0be_I/AAAAAAAAABw/-tC3NhVzFU0/s320/Michael+and+Gee.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Michael Klim motherfuckers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-8997620239779035807?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/8997620239779035807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=8997620239779035807' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/8997620239779035807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/8997620239779035807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-keep-swimming-just-keep-swimming.html' title='just keep swimming, just keep swimming'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_e3I9aJDyJu8/RhISMy0be_I/AAAAAAAAABw/-tC3NhVzFU0/s72-c/Michael+and+Gee.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-1313469193807742096</id><published>2007-03-29T22:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T22:15:58.080+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What's more amazing? The length of my hair or the period of time it's been since I last went to a hairdresser?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;WOOT HOLIDAYS WOOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;That's all I really have to say, other than my internets being gay and I keep getting error messages when I try to comment, so sorry if I haven't commented or haven't read your comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Have good holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Kels x x&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047318805351201762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_e3I9aJDyJu8/Rgutti0be-I/AAAAAAAAABk/3m8FGUIPkdg/s320/clare+and+rhi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-1313469193807742096?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/1313469193807742096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=1313469193807742096' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/1313469193807742096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/1313469193807742096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2007/03/whats-more-amazing-length-of-my-hair-or.html' title='What&apos;s more amazing? The length of my hair or the period of time it&apos;s been since I last went to a hairdresser?'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_e3I9aJDyJu8/Rgutti0be-I/AAAAAAAAABk/3m8FGUIPkdg/s72-c/clare+and+rhi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-170534870962461957</id><published>2007-03-24T21:17:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T21:32:30.202+11:00</updated><title type='text'>i lost my head, i couldn't come, this lust to my brain almost feels like a gun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt; i get home right and im like hey mum, please can i go to the used, emily said i can go with her, and she's like "..." , and then i get on to the frontier site: sold out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;that's my news. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;what else can i talk about? hmmmmmm. nothing really. i have such a boring life. oh hey guess what? i have no homework for the whole weekend! woot woot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;here are some fairy pictures, because fairies are cool. the first one kind of reminds me of manson. don't ask me why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045435667522393730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="204" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_e3I9aJDyJu8/RgT9AfvCFoI/AAAAAAAAABM/kOHW5Tt9By8/s320/fairies10680072_l.jpg" width="191" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045436294587618962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_e3I9aJDyJu8/RgT9k_vCFpI/AAAAAAAAABU/KV1_Zd4z-hA/s320/normal_goth22prova1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;the goth fairies forever live on. one day kel, one day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;kels. x x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;ps. yeah der kel. you dont have a blog :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-170534870962461957?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/170534870962461957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=170534870962461957' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/170534870962461957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/170534870962461957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-lost-my-head-i-couldnt-come-this-lust.html' title='i lost my head, i couldn&apos;t come, this lust to my brain almost feels like a gun'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e3I9aJDyJu8/RgT9AfvCFoI/AAAAAAAAABM/kOHW5Tt9By8/s72-c/fairies10680072_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-4568681254262778474</id><published>2007-03-17T21:21:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T21:46:27.970+11:00</updated><title type='text'>this wasn't what you wanted, was it, was it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042838179260430562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_e3I9aJDyJu8/RfvCmx6YeOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tBmXrczFrA4/s320/Chibi_Gerard_Way___MRC__by_PinkNyu.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;who the hell is big hugs? did you know the drummer of paramore is 15? why wasn't i in a band when i was 15? does anyone know how to change the background on your blog? like get one off a site and use it? let me know.  i have nothing else to say, so i will find some random pictures for you to enjoy. tasty, as mark webb would say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042837350331742418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_e3I9aJDyJu8/RfvB2h6YeNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ob9pkzfM_8w/s320/Sad_Butterfly_Girl_by_Zindy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042841301701654770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_e3I9aJDyJu8/RfvFch6YePI/AAAAAAAAABE/Bdcq63Gx17c/s320/basil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;ok i have nothing else to show. night. kels.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-4568681254262778474?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/4568681254262778474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=4568681254262778474' title='61 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/4568681254262778474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/4568681254262778474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-wasnt-what-you-wanted-was-it-was.html' title='this wasn&apos;t what you wanted, was it, was it'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e3I9aJDyJu8/RfvCmx6YeOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tBmXrczFrA4/s72-c/Chibi_Gerard_Way___MRC__by_PinkNyu.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>61</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-2418989107118805199</id><published>2007-03-09T21:08:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T22:01:52.522+11:00</updated><title type='text'>when you go, would you even turn to say, i don't love you, like i did, yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Reasons to be happy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;three day weekend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;our day weekend coming up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;wo day week of school next week &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hree weeks till holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wesome pen pal in Texas who sent me the Youtube link for My Chem's new video (I don't love you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;etting Berth tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Reasons to be pissed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;overloaded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;not possessing Berth right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;lack of life (social, I mean)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Things to hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;aforementioned reasons to be pissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Justin Timberlake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ripples and trenches at tap (but wings are ok, as long as we have the bar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Things to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;autumn and slash or approaching Winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;long weekends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;leeping in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;milo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the pants (love the pants. love your pals. love yourself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;.heres a picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_e3I9aJDyJu8/RfE2gh6YeLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/3LiG-uluroo/s1600-h/angel-left.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039869390491252914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_e3I9aJDyJu8/RfE2gh6YeLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/3LiG-uluroo/s320/angel-left.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;:) Kelsey :) .i like this picture. you can like it too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_e3I9aJDyJu8/RfE3Mh6YeMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8od28frIxWE/s1600-h/ATS-lonely-girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039870146405497026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_e3I9aJDyJu8/RfE3Mh6YeMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8od28frIxWE/s320/ATS-lonely-girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-2418989107118805199?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/2418989107118805199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=2418989107118805199' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/2418989107118805199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/2418989107118805199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2007/03/when-you-go-would-you-even-turn-to-say.html' title='when you go, would you even turn to say, i don&apos;t love you, like i did, yesterday'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e3I9aJDyJu8/RfE2gh6YeLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/3LiG-uluroo/s72-c/angel-left.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-6554107618134537940</id><published>2007-02-17T22:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T22:44:36.514+11:00</updated><title type='text'>and so this is our shot at having a normal teenage party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Hello. Don't really have anything to say other than Kelbo is gone, but you would all know that so there isn't really any point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Oh wait. I was thinking yesterday about how our parents have more control of our life than we really notice. Like, they pretty much decide who we are friends with. For example, let's say that my parentals decided to send me to school the year after they did. I, obviously, would be in the year below the year I am in now. So therefore, I wouldn't be friends with all you guys, but with some people in year ten. Or Elce or Holly. They'e old enough to be in year 12 this year. Same situation. And then theres Kelbo, who probably would never meet the people she's going to make friends slash enemies of at her new school if they hadn't moved up there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;So yeah. In other news, it must be let's play movies with people that are in the movie that the other station played, because Along Came Polly was on ten before, and now Meet the Parents is on Win, and Mean Girls was on ten, and Daddy Day Care was on Win, which has the chick that played Gretchen Weiners in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I am fully hating school right now. Like, we all say we hate school and that, but seriously, I have never hated school as much as I do this year. If only there was an alternative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Well that's about all from the word of Wearden this evening, I am going to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Au reviour, much loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Kels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-6554107618134537940?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/6554107618134537940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=6554107618134537940' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/6554107618134537940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/6554107618134537940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-so-this-is-our-shot-at-having.html' title='and so this is our shot at having a normal teenage party'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-7105672588393902487</id><published>2007-01-31T19:44:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T20:22:13.673+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My Big Day Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_e3I9aJDyJu8/RcBcdx1f1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rlJh2CN4PG4/s1600-h/Bob,+Mikey+and+Gerard.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026118850809156930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_e3I9aJDyJu8/RcBcdx1f1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rlJh2CN4PG4/s320/Bob,+Mikey+and+Gerard.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_e3I9aJDyJu8/RcBeoh1f1VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AL8OfYIeaeU/s1600-h/luke+and+guitarist.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026121234516006226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_e3I9aJDyJu8/RcBeoh1f1VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AL8OfYIeaeU/s320/luke+and+guitarist.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;So as you should all know, Big Day Out was on the weekend, and it was so so awesome. I love My Chem with every fibre of my being!!! They were so much fun to watch!! Here's a pic. Kelbo took it, I think, and it's pretty much the best one, coz my camera was being a bastard. I shall also attach one of The Sleepy Jackson for my good friend Clare, who saved me from ending my life being trampelled by six-foot-tall Trivium fans. So it was an awesome day, and here are the highlights-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;$Seeing My Chem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;$Getting some of Gerard's hair (not really. Some people made him a doll and he threw it- like a girl, lol- out to crowd surf and Tess and Ange took some of his hair and when I saw them later they gave me some)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;$Seeing Evermore and The Sleepy Jackson and Bob Evans- they were really good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;$Getting two whole t-shirts (thanks again for buying me my BDO shirt, friends)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;$Meeting suncream man...one day I might tell you the story of the man who borrowed my suncream, kissed Kelly's hand and called Rhiannon a bitch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;$Having a conversation (although really it was my mum having the conversation, I was just listening and throwing in words here and there. You know if Jase- coz I learnt that's his name- didn't go for Carlton, we never would have spoken to him) with a member of Taxi Ride. He was really from Taxi Ride, I looked them up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Some down sides were when my arm was almost twisted out of it's socket trying to get into Muse (although that was kinda fun in a twisted way...ha, twisted, I'm so funny), lining up for like 20 mins to see the Killers, only to find out it's full, and getting a sunburnt head. Here is a link to YouTube. This was recorded at the Melb BDO, except whoever filmed it was no where near as close as us. We were pretty close. Not right there, but up the front where everyone jumps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nsTVH-bLEUI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nsTVH-bLEUI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;On a totally unrelated topic, I was pretty much forced to sign up to Blogger Beta, coz I couldn't sign in otherwise. I'm not happy either. It's all about terms and conditions. Bah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Finally, I would just like to say- Year 11 tomorrow. DAMNIT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Luv Kels- who on the previous Sunday had the following things to say- "You Rock Ray!!" "I love you Mikey!!" and "Gerard is sexy". Actually I don't think I said that, just agreed with the girl next to me who announced Gerard was sexier than any girl she'd ever seen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;PS. Some funny times- when Rhiannon and Clare fell off the mattress at my aunty's and couldn't get up, when Kelly loudly told me of the "old lady" rocking out near us at MCR- and the old lady heard her, and when Kelly accidentally up-ended her bucket of chips.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-7105672588393902487?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/7105672588393902487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=7105672588393902487' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/7105672588393902487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/7105672588393902487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-big-day-out.html' title='My Big Day Out'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e3I9aJDyJu8/RcBcdx1f1UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rlJh2CN4PG4/s72-c/Bob,+Mikey+and+Gerard.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-116972236350855352</id><published>2007-01-25T21:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T22:12:51.493+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Suck every inch of his latex attire....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello. It is now less than three days till Big Day Out and I am so excited I can't even act excited!! My Chem! My Chem! My Chem! Two problems: I don't know what to wear and I don't know what to wear. Arg!If only I had an Aussie flag, I could fashion some sort of t-shirt out of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got my L's on Monday. I haven't really drove though, just up the road a few times. Andy lost today and I'm not happy. Poor Andy. He got totally flogged :( I feel burnt, although I couldn't be, because I've been inside summarising chapters all day. Sick Puppies are playing on the TV at the moment. They are at BDO. I don't know who we are seeing at BDO. Only My Chem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok, these are the things I have discovered:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Sweet 16 is a load of bull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- I am not a very good driver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Frank is sick, and wont be at BDO (sad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Gerard has black hair again (happy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Aunties, cousins and Nannas come in handy when you need money &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Sydney has next to no emos, while Melbourne has like 9 million. Hense, Melbourne is better. But I always knew that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And that's about it. Seeya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Luv Kels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-116972236350855352?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/116972236350855352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=116972236350855352' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/116972236350855352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/116972236350855352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2007/01/suck-every-inch-of-his-latex-attire.html' title='Suck every inch of his latex attire....'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-116903391127210888</id><published>2007-01-17T21:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T22:42:07.636+11:00</updated><title type='text'>i had something to use as my heading but i forget...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah I went to Sydney last week and it's a really nice place. We were in a penthouse suit because we are a family, and we had this terrace on the roof, and it looked over Cockle Bay and at night it was really pretty. We went to the opera house, and it is really weird. I didn't go inside. It's kinda like Uluru. How, you ask? Well they both look very different up close, that's how. We saw the bridge too, and I was so jealous when I saw the people climbing it. If only Lachlan was 12. We went to Manly too, and there was SO many people there, there was like a cm of spare sand on the whole thing. Not really, but you get my drift. I'd show you some pictures, but my stupid camera battries went flat and someone (certainly not me!) forgot the charger.&lt;br /&gt;It is now 4 days till my birthday, and for everyone who was counting on getting an invitation to my party, I'm sorry but it's not happening. I might be able to do something later, once school goes back. But it won't be happening next week. I'm excited for my birthday, but not a whole lot coz I won't do anything that day, and I already have my present, so there's no getting excited and trying to guess. I'm going for my L's on Monday, ooo ooo. Hopefully I'll do alright.&lt;br /&gt;11 days in counting till BDO and I am so pumped. But for those of you going (Chase, Kelbo and Rhi) what to wear, what to wear, what to wear HELP. And remember to get your ticket for my bus slash train before Saturday. YAY My Chem. They're playing at 3 on the Blue Stage. And OH MY GOD Evermore are playing at THREE ASWELL!! Just kidding. Got you, didn't I. They're playing at 1.30 on the Blue Stage. Anyway, here is a pic of My Chem to celebrate them at BDO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2580/1859/1600/29046/739640_356x237.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2580/1859/320/330671/739640_356x237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt; You're right Rhi, Gerard &lt;em&gt;does &lt;/em&gt;look manly is this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lastly, it's beautiful Quinn's birthday tomorrow, so HAPPY BIRTHDAY QUINN!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2580/1859/1600/193086/quinningermany8ey.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2580/1859/320/921354/quinningermany8ey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt; Haha. "We're in Germany, Goddam it" lol. And just coz that's a weird pic, here's another one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2580/1859/1600/425400/quinn002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2580/1859/320/857390/quinn002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anyway, cya later. Have fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kels~ 15 years, 11 months, 361 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-116903391127210888?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/116903391127210888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=116903391127210888' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/116903391127210888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/116903391127210888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-had-something-to-use-as-my-heading.html' title='i had something to use as my heading but i forget...'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-116791669850223813</id><published>2007-01-05T00:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T00:20:28.643+11:00</updated><title type='text'>They adore me so, But it's really quite alarming, Coz I'm such an awful fuck (why thankyou)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Still can't be fagged, but decided to put on this collage I made. It looks better when it's bigger. &lt;3quinn&lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Luv Kels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2580/1859/1600/260393/quinn%20collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2580/1859/320/586802/quinn%20collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-116791669850223813?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/116791669850223813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=116791669850223813' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/116791669850223813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/116791669850223813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2007/01/they-adore-me-so-but-its-really-quite.html' title='They adore me so, But it&apos;s really quite alarming, Coz I&apos;m such an awful fuck (why thankyou)'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-116780334589242673</id><published>2007-01-03T16:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T16:49:05.906+11:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm 16 this year. I can donate blood. Get my learner's. Have sex"</title><content type='html'>Hey hey. My computer is fixed so I am back on the net once again. But I can't be bothered updating right now, so meh.&lt;br /&gt;Until I can, we shall marval at my wonderful cousins (absent: Damien) and giggle at the quote Tahlia muttered sometime after 12am, New Year' Day (see above).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2580/1859/1600/502597/cousins%20photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2580/1859/320/959546/cousins%20photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ok its really small....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-116780334589242673?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/116780334589242673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=116780334589242673' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/116780334589242673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/116780334589242673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-16-this-year-i-can-donate-blood-get.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m 16 this year. I can donate blood. Get my learner&apos;s. Have sex&quot;'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-116721972414649129</id><published>2006-12-27T21:42:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T22:42:04.530+11:00</updated><title type='text'>"So you were telling the truth" "I do that a lot, yet people are always surprised"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sup sup?&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a good Christmas. Mine was pretty darn great. Boy do us Wearden's know how to go completely and utterly mental. Must have been the Coke. So what did everyone get? I got some clothes, couple of dvds, some earrings, a headband, wallet, necklase, eyelash curler, some thongs and other random crap. But my favourite presents were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2580/1859/1600/103155/iriver_e10.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2580/1859/320/653838/iriver_e10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2580/1859/1600/9752/MyChemicalRomance1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2580/1859/320/980693/MyChemicalRomance1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;They're pretty spiffy. Or swish bang as my cousin Amelia might say. Here are some photos from Christmas day. No, I am not copying Rhiannon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2580/1859/1600/662231/Will,%20Amelia%20and%20Patrick.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2580/1859/320/3287/Will%2C%20Amelia%20and%20Patrick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Will, Amelia and Patrick's "Footy Photo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2580/1859/1600/461937/Jacob%20and%20patto.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2580/1859/320/129135/Jacob%20and%20patto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Jacob and Patrick. I know I've already put one of Patrick, but it's hard not to when you ended up with 18 photos featuring him. I don't know why I have so many off him. He must just be photogenic. Like you, Rhi, jj.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2580/1859/1600/426681/Ben%20and%20Dr%20X.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2580/1859/320/567378/Ben%20and%20Dr%20X.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ben and Dr X. I don't know why he had a Dr X, because I can see all the wrapped up presents behind him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2580/1859/1600/345212/James.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2580/1859/320/843797/James.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;James. This was the only one I could get of him, because everytime I asked him for a photo he'd hide behind something or put his arms over his face and say "no". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2580/1859/1600/460583/Tango%20and%20Cha%20Cha.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2580/1859/320/133264/Tango%20and%20Cha%20Cha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I just thought I'd put one of Georgia's present from Mum and Dad. Tango is the blue one, and Cha Cha is the yellow one.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Cya! Luv Kels&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-116721972414649129?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/116721972414649129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=116721972414649129' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/116721972414649129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/116721972414649129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-you-were-telling-truth-i-do-that.html' title='&quot;So you were telling the truth&quot; &quot;I do that a lot, yet people are always surprised&quot;'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-116694727706618785</id><published>2006-12-24T18:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T19:01:17.083+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Eddie the Black-Nosed Reindog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2580/1859/1600/737925/sideways%20head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2580/1859/320/512707/sideways%20head.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2580/1859/1600/671735/nobel%20stead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2580/1859/320/259319/nobel%20stead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-116694727706618785?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/116694727706618785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=116694727706618785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/116694727706618785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/116694727706618785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2006/12/eddie-black-nosed-reindog.html' title='Eddie the Black-Nosed Reindog'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-116652697536314910</id><published>2006-12-19T22:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T22:02:53.086+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;omg Ash you got it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Hey people, in regards to the picture that was previously here, Lachlan asked me to remove it so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-116652697536314910?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/116652697536314910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=116652697536314910' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/116652697536314910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/116652697536314910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2006/12/omg-ash-you-got-it-hey-people-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-116574910728060274</id><published>2006-12-10T22:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T22:11:47.300+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Post From Tahlia Appeal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Tahlia has stated that if she gets 25 comments on her blog, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jellybeancorner.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;www.jellybeancorner.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;, she will post a long post. So please participate in the Long Post From Tahlia Appeal- all that we ask is that you comment on her blog.&lt;br /&gt;Show you care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I took this photo on camp and I like it, so I decided to put it on my blog. Apologies to anyone not in the photo, I guess you weren't there at that time. It's almost Christmas yay yay yay. Other than that I don't really have anything to say. How hot is it today? Oh I guess I do have something to say. Right now I have this line from Shrek 2 going around my head. It's from that bit when they're going into Far Far Away, and there's this chick selling star maps, and she's going "Star maps, get your star maps!" And I have that going around my head. There is a fly that WILL NOT LEAVE ME ALONE. I thought I killed it before, but I guess not. Unless it's some relative of the dead fly, back for revenge. To which I will get my revenge, by spraying it with Mortein. Or Baygon. Or whatever happens to be in the cupboard above the oven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ah revenge is sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Hip hip, horay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Hip hip, horay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Hip hip, horay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Get it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Luv Kels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2580/1859/1600/781500/some%20of%20my%20girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2580/1859/320/949979/some%20of%20my%20girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-116574910728060274?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/116574910728060274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=116574910728060274' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/116574910728060274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/116574910728060274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2006/12/long-post-from-tahlia-appeal.html' title='Long Post From Tahlia Appeal'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-116470882054113428</id><published>2006-11-28T21:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T21:13:40.556+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Hey kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sorry it's been a while. As you know, I've had rehersals and concerts for like the past two weeks, plus homework and study, so I haven't really had a lot of time. But here I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Oh my God, we have ONE day left in yellow!! Then- after camp- we're free! Free falling (falling now I'm free falling now I'm).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Can I ask you people something. Would y'all agree that Christmas is a FAMILY holiday, that is, a holiday spent with one's FAMILY. Yes well, if that is true, why is not my aunty's parentals spending Christmas with their family. I mean, yeah they'll be with their daughter, but we're not their family. And Bernie's girlfriend. I am all happy for my cousin that he has a girlfriend and all, but Christmas is a FAMILY thing. She is NOT our FAMILY. And why the hell isn't she spending the sacred occassion with HER FAMILY???? In the words of Pauline Hansen, PLEASE EXPLAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;So what's the 411? What has everybody been up to? Oh Rhi and Em, before when I just disappeared, my computer over-heated and kinda had a meltdown, and I had to turn it off for a while coz it was making this siren noise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Anyway, I'll see all you dudes later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;luvkels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-116470882054113428?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/116470882054113428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=116470882054113428' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/116470882054113428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/116470882054113428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2006/11/hey-kids-sorry-its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-116376196106134648</id><published>2006-11-17T21:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T22:26:39.200+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/1600/quinn%20live.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/320/quinn%20live.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I feel sick. That there is beautiful Quinn. Ash told me before "nice pic" and, as it is a nice pic, I decided to share it with the world. So yeah. This is actually the second time I've written this post, because something went wrong before and it re-loaded my whole page. Did you know it was around this time last year we all started making blogs? I checked on mine and my first post was the 13th of November. So it's been over a year. That went quick. Sort of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm just sitting here, listening to some music on Behind Crimson Eye's webiste from their new album 'A Revelation For Despair'. Obviously I have dial-up so it's taking forever to load, but what I've heard so far, very good. If anyone wants to buy me that album, feel free. They're going on tour in December. Kel....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, enough about Behind Crimson Eyes. I really hope I can get out of VET and R&amp;S, coz I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; don't want to do them. VET sounds more like hard work than fun now, and as for R&amp;amp;S, I don't really want to do year 12 in year 11. But whatever. Let's not talk about school, school sucks butt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Arg. There is this girl on my contacts, and she's always listening to awesome music that I like, like she's listening to The Used at the moment, and before she was listening to Aiden. Grr says I. One day she was all' are you going to the MCR concert' and I was like 'no, I'm seeing them at BDO' and she was like like 'I'd rather go to their concert, BDO would be shit coz MCR are the only good band there' and I was like 'yeah whatever'. Just coz she's not going to Big Day Out. Woo, 71 or 2 days. We'll probably be leaving there about now in 72 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, enough about my crazy conversations and bands that no one even knows, cya all later. I was gonna say see you tomorrow, then I was like no it's the weekend, and I got this funny relieved feeling. Like when you go, shit, gotta get up, then you're like, no it's Sunday and you feel all happy and relieved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, really shutting up this time. Cya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-116376196106134648?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/116376196106134648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=116376196106134648' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/116376196106134648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/116376196106134648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-feel-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-116315617270238701</id><published>2006-11-10T21:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T22:01:36.673+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Today was the lame interviews and mine sucked bad. The dude didn't even treat it like an interview. He seriously sat there for 20 minutes telling me how much my resume and letter sucked, and what I should have done. And I just sat there going "blah blah blah can I go now?" It's so unfair, everyone else got actually interviews, with like "what can you bring to the job" and "how would your best friend describe you?" Me, I got "when you say your subjects, say how well you're doing in them" and "say how *much* netball you play, when you play it, how long you're been playing it for, so they'll see it and go 'yes this person gets out a lot'". Which is silly, coz I don't. Get out a lot, I mean. So yeah, it wasn't even an interview, it was 20 minutes where I sat and felt stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;In other news, this time last year we were in Buxton. Kelbo, Tah Tah and I were probably in our tent, talking about crap and trying to get warm and dry. Just for the occassion, here are some memorable moments:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;-When we got attacked by leeches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;-In the tent, Kelly goes "oh I still have my bra on". Good to know Kel, good to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;-"Look, a lantern!" There was a picture of a lantern on Kelbo's sleeping back, and she put her torch behind it and announced proudly that it was a lantern. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;-When Tahlia and I were trying to get fire wood, and there was this log that we wanted but it was stuck in the ground. Kick- "Can't kick it out" Push- "Can't push it out" "Get out you fucking piece of shit! Can't abuse it out"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;-On the way home, when me and Tahl were playing "I Went Shopping". I went shopping and I bought a happy cat" We were laughing for ages after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;-When we were going into the tent in the dark after we'd brushed our teeth- "I just got an image of someone sitting in our tent" "AH!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;-When the boys kept sneaking up on us in our tent and scaring us...me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;-Our group beating group two in the song competition we played on the first night. And me and Kel sang I Caught Fire :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;-And of course, my conversation in the middle of the night with Tahlia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;T: "Hey can you get my sleeping bag cover?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;K: "OK, where is it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;T: "Can you get it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;K: "Yes, but where is it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;T: "It's on the table"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;K: "Tahl, we're in the tent. There is no table".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;T: "Yes there is"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;K: "No, there isn't".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;T: ............... (asleep)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;A few seconds later she yelled something out, but I forget what it was. To this day, I wonder two things: How I was able to have an actual (sort of) conversation with a person who was sleep talking, and how Kelly slept through it. Guys, I know Buxton didn't rock, and we all hated eachother by the end (yeah thanks for your help, Kel. No, you go have a shower, me and Tahl can clean the trangia), but there was some good times too. Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Finally, it has been announced that The Used will be on Chaos next year!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Cya all later, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Luv Kels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-116315617270238701?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/116315617270238701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=116315617270238701' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/116315617270238701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/116315617270238701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2006/11/hey-today-was-lame-interviews-and-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-116281038205117870</id><published>2006-11-06T21:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T21:53:02.050+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Hey everyone, I just deleted that post coz it kinda made people feel weird, and so yeah. Sorry bout that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;byelubkels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-116281038205117870?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/116281038205117870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=116281038205117870' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/116281038205117870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/116281038205117870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2006/11/hey-everyone-i-just-deleted-that-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-116211642353005888</id><published>2006-10-29T20:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:07:03.546+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I'm just sitting  here on my shitbox computer with a biscuit here in my mouth, wondering what to write coz I can't think of anything, but I have to update my blog coz I haven't in a while. Well, what has been happening. Yesterday I had a fight with my mother about a bedroom door, coz it is my opinion that everyone, but especially teenagers, deserve a way to shut out the world. Not to mention noise. But I lost the fight, and I  suspect I shall never win. If it commenses, I mean. I spelt commenses wrong. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I have the Hotondo homes add in my head. Hotondo Homes, H-O-T-O-N-D-O. Blame Georgia, she was singing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Does anyone else think My Chem have changed? I mean, they're still My Chem, they still write concept albums, and they still kick butt, but, as this site I was on said, it's out with the vampires and in with something about rock opera. Exept I don't think they are rock opera. But I'm not a journalist for whatever paper that review came from. Me, I love Welcome To The Black Parade, but I'm gonna miss the vampires, that's for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Speaking of My Chem, 91 days! Well less really, it'll almost be over in 91 days. But anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Guess what? Once we get to half way through this coming school week, we're half way through the term. It'll be four and a half down, four and a half to go. I can't wait till the holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Well, I don't really have anything else to say, other than I'm off to get another peanut and choc chip biscuit, coz boy are they yum, so I shall leave the way I entered:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;(luvkels)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-116211642353005888?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/116211642353005888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=116211642353005888' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/116211642353005888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/116211642353005888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2006/10/blah_29.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-116082446078928695</id><published>2006-10-14T20:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T21:19:38.980+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Got A Golden Ticket!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/1600/cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/320/cartoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Actually it's not golden, it's orange with green writing.&lt;br /&gt;I have my Big Day Out ticket, and I'm happy happy. Even though it's really doing my head in trying to figure out how we're getting there and where we're staying. My mum kinda got herself involved though, so we have it kinda worked out.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Two weeks down, seven to go. Of school, I mean. I can't wait for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I thought that pic was cool. Except Matt isn't in the band anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Well that was very exciting wasn't it? This page has been open for like half and hour and I haven't written anything, so yeah. Seeya round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Luv Kels, who is seeing MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE in 106 (including today) days!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-116082446078928695?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/116082446078928695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=116082446078928695' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/116082446078928695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/116082446078928695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2006/10/ive-got-golden-ticket.html' title='I&apos;ve Got A Golden Ticket!'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-116037897339956131</id><published>2006-10-09T17:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T17:29:33.413+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Spend the rest of the day, rockin' out, just for the dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/1600/gerardcartoon.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/320/gerardcartoon.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't really have much to say, I just thought I'd post here. Coz I'm &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;exciting. I really hope we can get tickets to Big Day Out, coz I really really wanna go. Yeah, I only want to go coz of My Chem, but there's some other good bands there, and it'll be heaps good of a day. So yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I found that pic of Gerard just there, and thought it was pretty swish bang, so I decided to put it here. Pretty cool huh? Well, I thought it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have the IGA song in my head. It's rather annoying. Just say g'day to IGA and we'll be right. It doesn't even sound like we'll be right. What it sounds like, in my opinion, is we'll be ray. But anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kelbo is going for her job at Coles tonight. I bet she gets it. And Rhi started work tonight. She was heaps nervous today, but I bet she went good. I probably should get a job, but I dunno where to get one, and besides, I don't want to have to work every single day of my life, like all my friendies with jobs do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Before you start on me, you should know by now, I exaggerate things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It is 11 weeks till Christmas, and 3 months, 1 week and 5 days till my birthday. It is 54 days till the holidays, and we have 40 days of school left. No we don't, coz today's school day is over. We have 39. Yay for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway, as I have nothing else to say, I shall dash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;See ya'll at school tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Byeluvkels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-116037897339956131?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/116037897339956131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=116037897339956131' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/116037897339956131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/116037897339956131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2006/10/spend-rest-of-day-rockin-out-just-for.html' title='Spend the rest of the day, rockin&apos; out, just for the dead'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-115969916986838556</id><published>2006-10-01T20:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T20:39:30.016+10:00</updated><title type='text'>baK 2 sKooL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Back to school,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Back to school,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;To show my dad I'm not a fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Got my lunchbox packed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;My shoes tied tight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;I hope I don't get in a fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Back to school, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Back to school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;ARG I can' t believe we have to go back to school!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;I just have to say my holidays sucked, and not just coz they flew by. I did, like, nothing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;And now we have 45 days of school. Unless we get days off. On the up side we finish like a week before 7-9, so we only have a nine week term. I'm gonna be beside myself waiting for Christmas though. That's the only good thing about finishing school on like the 21st or something. You finish school and then a few days later it's Christmas!! I love Christmas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;I have this song in my head right now called How To Save A Life. It's by The Fray. It's goodness. I once heard it on a Grey's Anatomy add, I think. But that's not where I know it from. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;It was pretty warm today huh? Good, it means Summer is on the way. I love Summer too. You know what I love? Summer holidays. It's like two months where school isn't an issue until like mid January and you get up and jump in the pool and then have breaky and jump back in the pool and have lunch and then go for another swim and then you get out and sit in the loungeroom watching movies that they chuck on during the day, or if it's a bit later on you watch like your usual viewing, except now it's not like 'I'll watch this but then I better go go my English homework', and you just sit there eating Zooper Doopers and it's good, and then you eat BBQ for tea and then jump in the pool and then you go and sleep in your bathers, wake up and repeat the whole cycle. Everyday!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;I love Summer holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Well, I'll stop boring you with my tales of Summer holidays and how much my holidays sucked. It's 8-30. I'll have to go to bed in about an hour or so, coz of school tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;DAMN YOU SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Byeluvkels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Ps. Did youse watch the footy yesterday? YAY West Coast won. Those last few minutes we were BESIDE ourselves. What a game! Anyway.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-115969916986838556?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/115969916986838556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=115969916986838556' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/115969916986838556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/115969916986838556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2006/10/bak-2-skool.html' title='baK 2 sKooL'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-115935752204235752</id><published>2006-09-27T21:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T21:45:25.263+10:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's Google's 8th birthday today. Wow-Oh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;So, how's everyone going. I am pretty crappy-ness coz holidays are almost over and I've hardly done anything, coz everyone's always working. Except- nevermind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;The Black Parade comes out in less than a month and I'm excited. Except it'll probably be forever before I get it coz I have no money, but anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sigh. I'm bored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Oh wow. That email about 'Men'. How fun it is to read it for the 15th time. No, really guys. DO NOT send me those forwarded emails. I rarely read them anyway, and when I do, I either a) don't care, b) have already read them or c) don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;So cut it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Someone get me to a doctor, someone get me to a church. Gawd I love My Chemical Romance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I just asked Tahlia and Clare what to write about. Clare says:  i don't know. about how whales are being needlessly slaughtered for the japaneses' facist "scientific studies"? Well, I think that sucks myself. On some show they said that someone went to see their so called research, and there was like half a page of research. So there you go. You know, sometimes I think about going vegetarian. I never really consider it, coz I love meat too much. But it is kinda cruel, how we kill and eat animals, just coz they don't do their job, or coz their bred to do so. Be killed and eaten, I mean. Anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Tahlia says to write about her. Tahlia is a girl whom happens to be my friend. At her house, where I was on Monday, we walked all the way to Moama Adventure Playpark, where we swang and then walked around the bike thingy and then I spotted a bin lid and we slid down the bike thing on it. Of course, by the time I actually got around it, Tahl and Clare had been down a few times, but anyway. Then Clare took a photo of me "being an emo" even though the first thing she slash Tahl said to me was "you look like an emo" so I don't know how that works. But anyway. Then we walked back and we saw Sarah, who was on her way home from work and we saw a baby maggie who we think had fallen from its nest and Sarah tried to rescue it and the parents and friends totally attacked us. Well, not really me, and Clare ran away after one swooped her and I followed her, but anyway. I'm cracking up now, just with the mental pic of Sarah screaming "there's two!!" with this magpie clinging to her jacket and Tahlia standing waving a stick around about her head. It was hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Anyway, I'm going now. See ya round like a steering wheel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Byeluvkels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-115935752204235752?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/115935752204235752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=115935752204235752' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/115935752204235752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/115935752204235752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-birthday.html' title='happy birthday'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-115866273201649722</id><published>2006-09-19T20:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T20:45:32.280+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo and Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Yeah, I stole that from Kim Carlisle on Radio Free Roscoe. So eat me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;How HOT is it today!! And it's windy too, so it's just one of those shitty old days. It's really hot in my room. I'm gonna die in the summer. Upstairs, with a little cooler and no door to keep in the small amount of cool air I can get out of it. And if spring's any indication, the summer is going to be hot, hot, dry and hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Today was the fourth day of holidays. OH MY GOD only...wait....12 days of holidays left. 12 DAYS PEOPLE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I was thinking, we say yes, we only have less than two months of school left (we do, we have a nine week term- so there &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;an upside to being in Year Ten- and we go back on the 2nd of Oct, and finish on the 1st of Dec) but then we say and then we have like two months off!! Even though they're pretty much the same amount of time, the holidays seems like a long time, but the term a short time. Well, it does for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Anyway. I'm not sure what to write about. I'm trying to download this vlog off SP.com, but media player is saying I'm not connected or my connection failed or something. Which it didn't, obviously, because I'm online typing this aren't I? Yes. Yes I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I'm a Goofy Goober ROCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I'm listening to that right now. It's such an awesome song. Now I'm listening to Hang 'Em High, by My Chem. That's an awesome song too. Would I die for you? Well, here's your answer in spades. I love the bit when he says by the grace of God, coz he says God cool. Here it is!! I finished watching their DVD the other night. I coulda finished it earlier but I got distracted watching the Chaos bit a few times. It was funny, there was a bit when Gerard was getting really wasted, but it was sad at the same time, coz he just depended on it and then he got  really bad. Anyway, enough jabbing about Gerard and his alchoholicism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Hmmm. What will I write about? I shall ask Kelly Ath, as she is currently engaging in conversation via MSN Messenger. She says she doesn't know, she's trying to think of references so she can get a job at coles. My mother says I have to get a job coz we finish school so early. Who cares, I says. It's to prepare us for Year Eleven, I says. Having longer holidays, I mean. She was also like here I'll teach you how to drive and I was like MUM! I just want to wash the car, can you please just put it on the lawn so I can do so!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Well, I can't think of what to write about. OH! If you can remember, Tahl, KBG (Kelbo Gorilla) and Clare, when we were walking to the bus stop one day I had these bits of My Chem songs in my head, I know what they are. The Boo Hoo bit's from Honey This Mirror Isn't Big Enough For The Two Of Us (I luv that song- You aint shit honey. Atleast I think that's what it says) and the guitar bit is from Our Lady Of Sorrows. Sweetness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Well, cya all soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Byeluvkels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-115866273201649722?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/115866273201649722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=115866273201649722' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/115866273201649722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/115866273201649722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2006/09/yo-and-hello.html' title='Yo and Hello'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-115829969975729871</id><published>2006-09-15T15:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T15:54:59.776+10:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Oh my God, Branden's been kicked out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I am in shock. No, really, I am. I read it and I was like WHAT? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;On their site it said "it is with great sadness that we want to tell you Branden is no longer the drummer in The Used. We feel that we needed to move on without Branden as our drummer". Plus some other jabber about how grateful they are to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;All I have to say is if it's so sad, why did they kick him out? Coz that's what it said on Wikipedia, and obviously from the comment about moving on. That they've kicked him out, I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;All the same, I love The Used, and they remain one of my favourite bands. Their new album is almost finished and I am so excited!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I know nobody cares except me and Kelly and Emily, although I don't think she ever reads my blog, but I was so flabbergasted that I had to share with the world. If they didn't already know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Anyway, see you all soon, and have an awesome holiday. I thought they'd never come!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Byeluvkels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-115829969975729871?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/115829969975729871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=115829969975729871' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/115829969975729871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/115829969975729871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2006/09/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-115813194337049086</id><published>2006-09-13T17:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T17:19:03.386+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hey everyone. Sorry my post was so mean Rhi, I'm really sorry. I didn't want to hurt your feelings. Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;My blog is effing up right now and I can't see my own blog coz I get this stupid message. I dunno what's going on. My internet has been screwing around for the past week, so that's why I haven't been on sooner. I'm really bored. I was really angry before and I was gonna put a pictue of a cow on here and name it after my sister, but I'm not angry anymore, just sad. I wish she wasn't such a bitch to me, and I wish she liked me more. I also wish Mum and Dad wouldn't side with her over everything. Seriously, she could tell them I strapped her to a rocket and send her to the moon, and they'd still believe her word over mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Netball yesterday. We lost, but I think we did pretty well, considering we were playing like 20 year olds. I miss Wednesday night Spring Comp. I'm the only one though, aparently. Who cares. I don't want to be told to grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I feel really young sometimes, like when everyones talking about like Uni, and all that crap, or discussing their hair and all that, and I don't care about either of those things. You know? Of course you don't, I just sit and talk crap, LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;You know what I was wondering? When people write LOL on the net, how many times do they actually laugh out loud or laugh lots of laughs? Just out of curiousity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Well, I don't have anything else to talk about, so seeya later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Byeluvkels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-115813194337049086?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/115813194337049086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=115813194337049086' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/115813194337049086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/115813194337049086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2006/09/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-115752655394549650</id><published>2006-09-06T16:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T17:09:13.960+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhiannon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So I'm on messenger and Rhiannon tells me to update my blog. I say I haven't got anything to write about, and she says write about me. Long story short, here I am, writing about Rhiannon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So Rhiannon is on the whole I really nice person and good close friend. She has a few annoying habits, such as throwing sultanas aka tanies at us at school, and turning us all momentarily deaf, but she's fun to be around and is very very good at making me laugh. She likes to pick on me, but I don't mind most of the time, like today when she poured a bottle of water over my head I didn't really care.  Sometimes she says mean things, but that's OK. I just asked her what to write about her and she said how awesome she is. So she is very awesomely awesome. Yes. Ummm I don't know what else to write about Rhiannon, because alot of the time she annoys me because she's being slightly nasty or irrating, but that's mean, so I won' t write that. She's a nice person, because she does nice things for people and really cares about her friends, she's always there for them. Although she's a little pushy sometimes, like just now when she told me I should know what to write about her, and in RE when she kept making me draw more things for her. I thought a medal, chocolate milk and chips would have been enough, but aparently she wanted a burger and sunday too. Anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;She's a good netballer (even is she does always take wing attack, lol) and she's always got fun ideas for us to do, such as the emo party she and Kelbo organised, and the scavenger hunt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well, that's all I can think to write about right now. Maybe if I think of more I might add it. But probably not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cya for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;byeluvkels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;PS. This post is red coz it's Rhiannon's favourite colour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-115752655394549650?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/115752655394549650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=115752655394549650' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/115752655394549650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/115752655394549650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2006/09/rhiannon.html' title='Rhiannon'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-115719532314894676</id><published>2006-09-02T20:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T21:08:43.946+10:00</updated><title type='text'>this is how we like to do it in the murder scene</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I got Life on the Murder Scene last weekend. It's My Chemical Romance's DVD and it's so good. I might watch some tonight, even though I have to get up early tomorrow. We're going to the footy-ball and the bus leaves at seven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ummm yeah I don't know what to write. We're doing our concert dances in both jazz and tap. Both are really hard, particularly tap, coz it's like 4 trillion miles an hour. Doing a cramp roll in a thousandth of a second isn't easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Georgia won the Grand Final in netball. So did Bling Bling. Hahaha Chloe the little midget mole was getting so pissed in the game today, coz she kept on getting pulled up. It was funny coz I hate her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Grr Thunderbirds lost! Stupid Swifts, the always beat the Tbirds. They're a good side, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sorry, I know I'm boring everyone, but I have nothing to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I hugged a random yesterday. He had a Used shirt on. My mum freaked out when I told her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;We went out for tea to the Falcon. I had chicken snitch with vegies and chips and it was de-lish. Well, not de-lish but it was really nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Right now I am listening to a two bunnys say thankyou over and over again. OK, can't be fagged. Well I could, but I've discovered I can't listen to music at the same time. Which sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Well, I have nothing else to blab on. So I'll see you homeys later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;byeluvkels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-115719532314894676?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/115719532314894676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=115719532314894676' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/115719532314894676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/115719532314894676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-is-how-we-like-to-do-it-in-murder.html' title='this is how we like to do it in the murder scene'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-115650516747085457</id><published>2006-08-25T21:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T21:26:07.486+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Goin Crazy Just To Let- Clare, I will murder you!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Thanks goes out to my buddy Clare, who has succeeded yet again at getting that damn song in my brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;In other news, today, as a part of arts week, there was chalk drawingness near the canteen and staff room. The idea was to draw on the concrete, but we mainly drew on eachother. Kelly got a "Kick Me", Emily had a "Smell Me" (coz her jumper still smells like Waggs' deoderant), and...I can't remember what else we did. Except Rhiannon coloured in her hand and then put hand prints in...somewhat &lt;em&gt;weird &lt;/em&gt;places. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Needless to say, the teacher that walked past wasn't amused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Then Til copied her, and that was that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;As year tens, we forfilled our role as role models for the younger children. We saw four year sevens drawing on eachother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;The first, second and third places in the people's choice for the Archi Mould comp. all came from year ten. Boy, are we a special year or what? Congrats to Ky, who won it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;There was these crazy dudes, which we branded 'aliens' by everyone, dunno why exactly, that we dressed in silver suits. They couldn't really see where they were going. It was quite humerous when they ran into things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Rhiannon told us she wants one. However, when one came over to us, she couldn't quite get "will you come home with me" to come out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Well, I think that's pretty much the happenings of today. In an abbreviated form. I zoned out in lit today, and then Mrs Barnes asked me what I thought of something and I was like wha? Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Anyway. I have an itchy cheek and it won't stop itching. It's funny, just after I typed that my other cheek started to itch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I'm quite bored at the moment. I am so glad it's the weekend. I'm so tired! Although I'll be up late tonight, watching DVDs probably. I have to be up by 9.30, so I don't miss the Sleepover Club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Laugh all you want, you shall never change me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Come on a sleep o-o-o-over and everything will be just fine, something something something blah di blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Well, cya you all later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;byeluvkels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-115650516747085457?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/115650516747085457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=115650516747085457' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/115650516747085457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/115650516747085457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-goin-crazy-just-to-let-clare-i-will.html' title='I&apos;m Goin Crazy Just To Let- Clare, I will murder you!!'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-115599147906213274</id><published>2006-08-19T22:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T22:47:56.163+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Well</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/1600/pierre16.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/320/pierre16.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;So we lost netball today which means, because we finished third, that we're out. All I have to say is I'm sorry for playing so insanely crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;In other news, here are some pics for you to enjoy. Or if you don't enjoy them, you can look at them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Not looking forward to your comments,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Byeluvkels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/1600/quinn2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/320/quinn2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/1600/david02.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/320/david02.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/1600/seb06.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/320/seb06.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/1600/4417.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/320/4417.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/1600/gerard.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/320/gerard.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/1600/david02.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/1600/david02.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/1600/quinn2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/1600/david02.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/1600/david02.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/1600/david02.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/1600/david02.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/1600/quinn2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/1600/david02.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-115599147906213274?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/115599147906213274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=115599147906213274' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/115599147906213274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/115599147906213274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-well.html' title='Oh Well'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-115572269045022648</id><published>2006-08-16T19:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T20:04:50.463+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Don't You Like Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA I luv that add so much!!!&lt;br /&gt;We shall now bask in the hottness that is Quinn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/1600/quinncolorbar.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/320/quinncolorbar.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;In other news, the other day in RE I composed a little poem. It goes as follows:&lt;br /&gt;Kelsey is a legend&lt;br /&gt;Kelly is a butthead&lt;br /&gt;Rhiannon is a weirdo&lt;br /&gt;Kelsey is getting gookey*&lt;br /&gt;Kelly is getting fat (not really)&lt;br /&gt;Rhiannon is getting laid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Rhiannon told me not to get "gookey" which means skitzy, I think.&lt;br /&gt;We also wrote a few stories, but I can't be bothered going to get them from my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;So cya later, dude. Sweet man! Yeah. I don't know what brought that on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Bye. Luv Kels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-115572269045022648?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/115572269045022648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=115572269045022648' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/115572269045022648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/115572269045022648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2006/08/why-dont-you-like-me.html' title='Why Don&apos;t You Like Me?'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-115546557796355571</id><published>2006-08-13T19:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T20:39:38.036+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I said DON'T talk about school and careers, Tahl. I DONT CARE remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;In other news, our netball team, the Purple Cobras, won yesterday, meaning we are in the finals. How exciting. It's a big change from last year's Winter Comp netball, in which we didn't win a game till our last. It would be awesome to win the Grand Final, but to do so, girls, we're gonna have to work out butts off. Coz Bling Bling are good. That's providing we even make the Grand Final, which we might, you never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I sucked so bad. I got pulled up for stepping THREE time, replayed once and Sarah threw the ball heaps hard and it rebounded off my hand and they got it. Or it went out of court, I can't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tahl I just left two comments on your blog. Now I'm going to Rhi's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;She finished the story. It was unexpected. I think that may have been the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Umm yeah I don't have anything to say, really, other than we have two years, one term three weeks and four days left till we're FREE. I know it's only Sunday, but we have the 21st off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anyway, cya later y'all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Luv Kels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Whoa, my posts are getting shorter. That's probably a good thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;PPS. I'm going to leave you with these lyrics, as I am very much luving this song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;~A Box Full Of Sharp Objects~The Used~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;It's our time to shine through the down&lt;br /&gt;Glorified by what is ours&lt;br /&gt;We've fallen in love&lt;br /&gt;We've fallen in love&lt;br /&gt;It was the best idea I ever had&lt;br /&gt;Today I fell and felt better&lt;br /&gt;Just knowing this matters&lt;br /&gt;I just feel stronger and sharper&lt;br /&gt;Found a box of sharp objects what a beautiful thing&lt;br /&gt;Do you want a song of glory?&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm fucking screaming at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-115546557796355571?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/115546557796355571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=115546557796355571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/115546557796355571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/115546557796355571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-said-dont-talk-about-school-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-115468971192481079</id><published>2006-08-04T20:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T21:08:32.066+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah di blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;My name rhymes with Mardi Gras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I thought I might just drop ya'll a line, but since I have not much to say, I don't think this will be a very good post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;So at school we all had to pick our subjects for next year, as you all know, and I'm so not into it. You want to know my opinion on the matter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;YEAR ELEVEN IS LIKE SIX MONTHS AWAY. WHO EVEN CARES???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Everyone except me, aparently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Arg, it's so annoying, all anyone can talk about is bloody subject selections and- even worse- what they're doing after school. WHAT THE HECK guys, we still have two and a half bloody years left of school!! I'm all for you guys going out and actually doing something with your life, I wish I knew what I was interested in so I could possibly do the same. But talking about frikking Uni everyday for a week, lunch AND recess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;B-O-R-I-N-G!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Whatever, I know I'll be picked at for this post but I couldn't give a crap right now. Probably when I get all the comments, but not right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm 15 years old. I don't even make my own lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And I'm meant to be caring what I do in two and half years time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Puh-lease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Luv Kels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-115468971192481079?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/115468971192481079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=115468971192481079' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/115468971192481079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/115468971192481079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2006/08/blah-di-blah.html' title='Blah di blah'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-115356158058262346</id><published>2006-07-22T19:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T19:46:20.600+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Liars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Whoever it was that said Blogs were a way to express themselves is a big fat liar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;All you get is critisism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I will no longer have an opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-115356158058262346?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/115356158058262346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=115356158058262346' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/115356158058262346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/115356158058262346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2006/07/liars.html' title='Liars'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-115339052759199714</id><published>2006-07-20T19:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T20:54:37.433+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;wHello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Lately I've been noticing that most girls are obsessed, or atleast pay muchos attention, to their hair. Most girls will put a ribbon on their pony tail, or some coloured bobby pins, or do some extravegant do that probably took them half the morning. It's all about having a new style everyday. Or half the time it's not something new, but it still takes time, and nowadays everyones getting fringes, and colouring their hair and getting it cut every two weeks. And no matter how good your hair looks- its never bloody good enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Me, on the other hand, I put my hair in a boring old ponytail with things gone wrong everywhere, and I barely give a stuff, other than when I walk past everyone with good hair, and when I look in the mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I'm sorry if it's weird or ungirly (I'm not girly anyway) to not care, but girls, as some song goes, "I am not my hair". And neither are you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Make an effort if you want to. I'm not saying you should get out of bed and rock up to school with unbrushed hair. If my hair was somewhat tamable, I would probably do something other than a pony tail once in a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I just thought I'd voice my discomfort at being the only girl who doesn't give a stuff about her hair (and makeup, but you get my drift).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Well, cya later, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Bye, luv Kels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-115339052759199714?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/115339052759199714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=115339052759199714' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/115339052759199714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/115339052759199714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2006/07/hair.html' title='Hair'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-115235569127193617</id><published>2006-07-08T20:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T20:48:11.296+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm On My Own</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm not really, it's a song by The Used, and it's in my head. I'm bored, bored, bored. We had work experience last week, which was good, but I can't be fagged talking about it. I was at Leading Edge, for anyone who cares. Blah blah blah. I'm tired. I have nothing to talk about. I'll ask Kelly, who I am talking to right now, what I shall talk about. She says I don't know, whatever. Gee thanks, Kelbo. We won netball today. We won by four and I keep going to write one instead of won. We played they people just above us on the ladder, and since we bet them we're probably now second. Yay. I just asked Kelly what I can talk about again. She invited me to have an audio convo with her. I'm wondering about that, considering neither of us have microphones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I am a banana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This spoon is too big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Don't ask, private jokes. Hey Sezra! LOL banana spoon!! OMG you know what I just remembered?? It's time for a PJ time. Hehehe!! And when we were having a water fight and you hit me in the head with the cup and I had a cup shaped lump on my head. And the microwave....happy.....sad.....angry hehe and when we were having a drink and you pored me some OJ and you went to put it back in the fridge and when you came back I'd drank all mine. And when we were having a drink and you sat back and did the flappy hands thing and I almost choked on my drink I was laughing so hard. LOL the memories, I don't know where they're coming from but I'm giggling just remembering. Haha remember all the games we used to play, like when we were married to Ashton and Orlando, and Shane and Freddie, and all the other games we played. And the fake fags me made. And other stuff but for anyone who isn't me or Sarah and has no idea what I'm on about, this is probably boring. So I'll stop. OK Cya everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Luv Kelsey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-115235569127193617?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/115235569127193617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=115235569127193617' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/115235569127193617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/115235569127193617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-on-my-own.html' title='I&apos;m On My Own'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-115175073245075265</id><published>2006-07-01T20:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T20:23:39.606+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Piczo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hey everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I have a new piczo, my third one, yes, but this time I haven't totally lamed it up (well, not as much as the other one) and it doesn't have the same address as someone else. The address is as follows: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justthinkhappythoughtsandwellflyhome.piczo.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;www.justthinkhappythoughtsandwellflyhome.piczo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;There's not alot there yet, but anyway. OK bye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Kels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-115175073245075265?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/115175073245075265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=115175073245075265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/115175073245075265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/115175073245075265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2006/07/piczo.html' title='Piczo'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-115140731149862897</id><published>2006-06-27T20:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T21:21:51.526+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/1600/atherton.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/320/atherton.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo&lt;br /&gt;First off, sorry if I sounded crabby in that last post. I was reading it and I was thinking it sounded a bit snakey, so yeah, soz. Secondly, to the left, you will see my present from me to Kelbo. It is a road sign. Atherton is a strange town. Well, not really, but they do have a Maize Festival (as you can see) at which they crown the Maize Queen or whatever, a la Miss USA etc. It's so southern America ie Indiana. I am, of course, assuming Indiana is in souther USA. Anyway, my head hurts right now. I don't know why. Maybe I ate too much "frosting" while I was making a cake. Yummo. Oh yeah, and by the way, I meant to post this yesterday, but something went weird and it didn't work. So I'm trying it again. Message for Breanna Jozeps, aged 15 and one day.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/1600/brezza.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/320/brezza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"GO BREDOG, IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WE'RE GONNA PARTY LIKE IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WE GONNA DRINK COLA LIKE IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AND WE DON'T GIVE A STUFF COZ IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BREDOG IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BREDOG!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's a happy snap to go with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Luv Kelsey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-115140731149862897?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/115140731149862897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=115140731149862897' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/115140731149862897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/115140731149862897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2006/06/yo-first-off-sorry-if-i-sounded-crabby.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-115124152442814888</id><published>2006-06-25T23:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T23:18:44.443+10:00</updated><title type='text'>*back*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hi everyone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm back, as you may have realised. Please keep in mind that anyone who asks where I went will be ignored. So thanks for the 27 emails I recieved. I would have liked the other 25 ones to be ones I like to read and not just forwarded shit I continuously ask people not to send me. But whateva. Ash, if you're reading this, thanks for texting me, although u nv did tell me what they said on the news. I'm thinking maybe u ARE psychic, coz everyone I've asked doesn't know anything about it. Thanks for texting back Kel, that was nice of you. I found your number in the back on the book Tahl told me to write in. And thanks for the CD, for like the millionth time, it's just about all I listened to. Them three songs that I have no idea who sings them or what they're called, they're awesome. Umm so yeah I'll go now, as I'm just here to let you all know, and to thank those who took 5 minutes to contact me. Ta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'll prob put some photos on, but I have like nothing coz I forgot to take my camera to Mossman Gorge, and I couldn't exactly take photos while I was on the reef could I. Kelbo, I took a special photo for you. It's of a road sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cya later, Luv Kelsey (who is really not liking bloody Victoria and it's cold weather that's about half as warm as tropical Qld is right now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-115124152442814888?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/115124152442814888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=115124152442814888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/115124152442814888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/115124152442814888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2006/06/back.html' title='*back*'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-114993698587952407</id><published>2006-06-10T20:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T20:56:26.920+10:00</updated><title type='text'>*cAke*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hey dudes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;It's my bruzz's bday part-ay (oh yeah raging,) and I decorated the cake. Well, Georgia helped ice it and make the goals and put people on the field. But I put in more effort. And I did more. And I'm proud of it. So I'm putting it here so you can all see it. YAY. It took us/me like 45 mins. Seriously. It took my like 15 mins to get the outside lollies all organised and in the right order and right place and looking good. Then Dad comes over to the table and took a green star. Or cupcake. I can't remember. Whatever. Just look. And tell me how good I am at cake decorating. Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/1600/cake3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/320/cake3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/1600/cake4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/320/cake4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Oh, it was a cupcake. Oh incase you're wondering, that soccer ball is candle. And the snake bits at either ends are goals. They're held up with toothpicks. And there's goalies at both ends. As you can see. Here's a pic of My Chemical Romance, that I found today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/1600/Mychemicalromanceindex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/320/Mychemicalromanceindex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Totally sweet, is it not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-114993698587952407?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/114993698587952407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=114993698587952407' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/114993698587952407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/114993698587952407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2006/06/cake.html' title='*cAke*'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-114958218883091940</id><published>2006-06-06T17:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T18:23:08.910+10:00</updated><title type='text'>*HeLp CaNcEr SuFfErErS*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hi Everyone!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Just here to say: If any of you ever get the chance to help out a great cause help out the Melanoma Foundation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;They're a really good organisation that do heaps of research to find the cure for melanomas, and offer loads of support for sufferers and their family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cancer is a very scary thing. I know what it's is like. Well, I don't know what it's actually like to have yourself, but I know how it affects families, and how much pain and suffering the person with cancer has to endure. To put it mildly, it's a very unpleasant thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;So anyway, please please please!!!!, if you can in anyway, help out this cause, or any other cancer fund, such as the Cancer Council Australia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;This is not only a request from me,  but from my family and especially my aunty Colleen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Donate money or by stuff, whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Just please help out so that others don't have to suffer and go through what so many others have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Save some lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;(Donations to the Melanoma Foundation- PO Box M123, Missenden Road, NSW, 2050, ph: 02 9515 7299 or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.melanomafoundation.com.au"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;www.melanomafoundation.com.au&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-114958218883091940?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/114958218883091940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=114958218883091940' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/114958218883091940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/114958218883091940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2006/06/help-cancer-sufferers.html' title='*HeLp CaNcEr SuFfErErS*'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-114888628175556786</id><published>2006-05-29T16:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T17:07:40.310+10:00</updated><title type='text'>M-O-N-D-A-Y S-U-C-K-S</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What's the first day of the week that gets us all depressed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;M-O-N-D-A-Y S-U-C-K-S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Here comes more aggrivation and another week of stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;M-O-N-D-A-Y S-U-C-K-S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Monday Sucks (Monday Sucks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Monday Sucks (Monday Sucks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Something something something something cry (cry, cry!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Something something something something get it off your chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;M-O-N-D-A-Y S-UUUU-CCCC-KKKK-SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If anyone knows the missing words, please let me know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyway, I haven't updated in, like, almost two weeks, so I thought I better. Especially since I got 4 messages from annonymous people. Thankyou for the messages, although I don't get what is so wonderful and unique about my blog idea. Basically I just sit here and jab on about nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If that was any of my friends jossing me, not funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyway. I don't know what to write. I'm making a new piczo. The address is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://comeangelsofunknown.piczo.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;http://comeangelsofunknown.piczo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No, I didn't leave the www. out. If you go to that you'll get someone else's piczo. Not mine. But I haven't done, like, anything on it, so don't go there yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ummm. I have 9 more days of school. No wait, I have 7, coz I won't be there Thursday or Friday. But next week we have a 4 day weekend!! and then the next week on Wednesday I'm going to Port Douglas!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So yeah. OK well I don't know what else to write, so seeya later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Luv Kelsey&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/1600/spicegirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/320/spicegirls.jpg" border="0" /&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/18890883-114888628175556786?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/114888628175556786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=114888628175556786' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/114888628175556786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/114888628175556786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2006/05/m-o-n-d-y-s-u-c-k-s.html' title='M-O-N-D-A-Y S-U-C-K-S'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-114776330964416884</id><published>2006-05-16T16:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T17:12:16.563+10:00</updated><title type='text'>*im a GENIUS*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;HI!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just here to let you all know that it's OK, you can stop stressing, I know who she is!!&lt;br /&gt;That girl on The OC? The one on the add that you see and you go "HEY! I know her!! Now, WHO is she?????????" and you ponder and ponder and wonder and wonder and almost go CRAZY trying to think of where you've seen her??&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I know who she is.&lt;br /&gt;It hit me in See-ons (science. Atomic Betty, don't ask). I was talking to Kelbo, and all of a sudden WHAMMO I realised, she's Evie off Thirteen!!&lt;br /&gt;Go me-e, go me-e!!&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;think &lt;/em&gt;it's her, anyway. I'll just check.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's her. Her name's Sadie Campbell.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just wanted to show how smart I am.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, that picture of David? Nothing to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;with this. I just think it's funny. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Catcha's later,&lt;br /&gt;*keLs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/1600/lookwhaticando.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/320/lookwhaticando.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/18890883-114776330964416884?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/114776330964416884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=114776330964416884' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/114776330964416884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/114776330964416884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-genius.html' title='*im a GENIUS*'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-114707496080891145</id><published>2006-05-08T17:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T17:56:00.823+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Tahlia's telling me to update my blog, so I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;UpdateUpdateUpdateUpdateUpdateUpdateUpdateUpdateUpdateUpdateUpdateUpdateUpdateUpdateUpdate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;There.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;By the way, I'm not at war with Rhiannon anymore. I can't be bothered, and I really don't want any pics of me on the net. Especially since I'm extremely unphotogenic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;OK bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-114707496080891145?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/114707496080891145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=114707496080891145' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/114707496080891145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/114707496080891145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-114664214850849880</id><published>2006-05-03T17:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T17:42:28.530+10:00</updated><title type='text'>*PhOtO wAr*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/1600/rhis%20awake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/320/rhis%20awake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So Rhi and I have started this Photo War. So here's my contribution. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not to excited about this whole thing, considering I've never seen a good photo of me in my life. Not since I was about 10 anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/1600/hottiequinn.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/320/hottiequinn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I put this pic of Quinn on too, coz I think it's hot :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-114664214850849880?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/114664214850849880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=114664214850849880' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/114664214850849880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/114664214850849880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2006/05/photo-war.html' title='*PhOtO wAr*'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-114619972904521715</id><published>2006-04-28T13:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T14:48:49.103+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hi everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I feel like shit right now. OK, that's an exaggeration. But I do feel really sick. There's a tiny bit of me that would rather be at school right now than sick. But only a tiny bit. If I wasn't sick I would have got eaten alive by Mrs Barnes coz I haven't done my Lit homework. That's now why I'm wagging though. If you had a headache like mine you'd be home as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I was a bit down before coz I went to Carrie's site and she's saying she's leaving Quizilla, maybe forever. She was being a bit bitchy too. But that's just her.  I found another writer, and there was a good story. But it was in 2nd person and it kinda bugged me. But now I've found a new one. I haven't started reading it yet, but it's in first person, so that's a start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;OMG I love this song. It's Dancing For Rain by Rise Against. It's so good. I'm listening to it right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Blah blah blah. It's 2:01pm. If I was at school right now I'd be in double maths. Damn, so &lt;em&gt;sorry &lt;/em&gt;I'm not there. Sorry, Rhi. You'll be all by your lonesome. But you get that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I don't see anything now, so just say what you want to say. It's kinda funny how I'm not listening anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;This lust to my brain almost feels like a gun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sorry. I'm bored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;KELLY I AM NOT A GUY AND I AM NOT TRYING TO STEAL TY FROM YOU. How many times must I tell you, Ty and I are buds. LOL. Aparently the show is called 'S-H-H-H-H Don't Tell Kelly', not Shhhh. Well, &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;found it funny. Anyway. You suck. What the hell. I can only do the island one coz the other ones say I need some new messenger or something. Damn. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Well, I'm going now. It's been like half an hour since I wrote anything on here, so I'm off. Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Luv Kelsey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-114619972904521715?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/114619972904521715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=114619972904521715' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/114619972904521715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/114619972904521715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2006/04/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-114534896637685854</id><published>2006-04-18T18:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T18:29:26.396+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Return to planet Simple Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/1600/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*Awww, aint he CUTE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Klair, your facism is REALLY starting to bug me. By which I mean you constant use of the word, not your being a facist, because your not, and I never did call you one, where ever the hell THAT came from. Secondly, SP are concerned for the environment. I thought you were too, what with your I'm Joining Earth Watch, but the comment you left points otherwise....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-114534896637685854?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/114534896637685854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=114534896637685854' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/114534896637685854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/114534896637685854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2006/04/return-to-planet-simple-plan.html' title='Return to planet Simple Plan'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-114501063607171254</id><published>2006-04-14T20:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T20:30:36.096+10:00</updated><title type='text'>PETA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/1600/PETA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/1859/320/PETA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;You heard the boys!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-114501063607171254?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/114501063607171254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=114501063607171254' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/114501063607171254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/114501063607171254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2006/04/peta.html' title='PETA'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-114500866122707871</id><published>2006-04-14T19:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T19:57:41.310+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;It's that time of year again when we get to celebrate the resurection of Christ, get together with our families, have a yummy yummy roast and eat lots and lots of chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I don't know when we last had a Hilder Easter lunch. Do we have a roast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anyway, thank God for Jesus (ofcourse, where else did He come from? haha I'm so funny!). I mean, we get presents on His birthday, and chocolate on the date of His rising. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm lucky, coz I still get the Easter Bunny. That's one up side to being the oldest. Although I think Lachlan knows that the ole EB aint real. But anyway. I remember one year when I tried to make a trail bunny for Georgia and Lachlan. This was ages ago, back at our old place, but anyway, I put my feet in some mud and ran over the veranda to the back door. They knew it was me, but hey, I got to get my feet muddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;OMG, I just remembered, we found our cat on Easter, while we were looking for eggs in the garden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;So Easter sure is a pretty sweet day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dude, Georgia just came in with some Easter eggs for me. Weird. And bad, coz I don't have anything for her. I'll have to get her some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;In other news, there's been some changes on the Kelly front. She and Pie are Over with a capital O. She's now with Pie's brother, Ty, who is 17 in September (ooo an older boy, Kel? Although she's almost 16, so it's not so big a jump).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well, I hope you all have an awesome Easter, and I'll see you all on Tuesday, as I'm going to Melbourne tomorrow (dammit. I wanna stay here and go to Ky and have a Wearden Easter!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bye!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;*keLs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-114500866122707871?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/114500866122707871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=114500866122707871' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/114500866122707871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/114500866122707871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2006/04/easter.html' title='Easter!!'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-114474061537076135</id><published>2006-04-11T17:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T17:35:12.680+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelly 4 Pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hi everyone!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For those of you who don't know, Kelly got a boyfriend!!!! His names Pie!!! And he's really hot, isn't he Kelly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now, here's the thing: Kelly got told by Pie's brother (who doesn't have a name at this current stage) that Pie cheated on her with me (which he didn't- I'd like to make that PERFECTLY CLEAR). He only said this, though, because he is in love with Kelly and wants to break Pie and Kelly up, so he can get Kelly. But he's a faggot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;So everyone, KELLY LOVES PIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In other news, there's one day till the 5 day weekend!!! Easter's happening, and I'm so looking forward to it, coz we all know what happens at Easter......eat chocolate!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOO!! I'm going to Melbourne on Saturday till Monday, which is sad coz it wont be like Easter should be, like there wont be an Easter egg hunt in Grandmas yard, coz shes a Wearden not a Hilder, and she lives in Ky, and...it just wont be the same :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I feel so sorry for my aunty, coz she can't eat and that's what Easter's all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Work experience is in July, and we have to get our forms in. I dunno what I'm gonna do. It would be easier if I knew what I wanted to do, or atleast aspired to be something, like a nurse or teacher or something, but all I know about my future is that I DON'T want to go to uni. So for now I just have to go with the flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Don't forget to so my quizzes on the previous post if you haven't already, and if you want to know what you came or whatever, click on them and the scoreboard comes up.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I coloured the post prettiful. YAY COLOURS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Anyway, I'm off!! Bye!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Luv *keLs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-114474061537076135?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/114474061537076135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=114474061537076135' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/114474061537076135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/114474061537076135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2006/04/kelly-4-pie.html' title='Kelly 4 Pie'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-114414513605822483</id><published>2006-04-04T19:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T17:06:38.800+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hi everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;I made some quizzes here, have a shot at them!! But please also read and comment on my other post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Kelly's just discovered I wrote 'not pads' instead of 'no pads'. Sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/linkIM01.php?quizname=060404053744-752590"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;http://www.quizyourfriends.com/linkIM01.php?quizname=060404053744-752590&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/linkIM01.php?quizname=060406035701-955709"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;http://www.quizyourfriends.com/linkIM01.php?quizname=060406035701-955709&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-114414513605822483?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/114414513605822483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=114414513605822483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/114414513605822483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/114414513605822483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2006/04/quizzes.html' title='Quizzes'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-114397025930926069</id><published>2006-04-02T18:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T19:30:59.330+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Adult Authority</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Does anyone else feel that sometimes adults use their 'adult authority', as I like to call it. Teachers and parents especially. It's like just because they're grown ups, they can not only boss us around but also sort of do whatever they want. Like when parents tell their children to shut up or whatever, but as soon as the child turns around and tells the parent to shut up, they get skitzed at and punished. Does anyone else get that? Before, long story short, my sister and dad were fighting, and, it was so weird, I was actually on my sister's side, because my dad was asking Georgia something, and she was like why do you want to know, and, I dunno I can't really get it out properly without giving you a long winded story that would bore you to bits, not t0 mention the fact that it was like an hour ago, so it's not fresh in my mind anymore, but anyway, it was like just because dad's an adult, he didn't have to answer Georgia's questions, but she had to answer his. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dammit, they're at it again. For God's sake, Dad. SHE GETS THE POINT. WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO KEEP GOING WITH IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sorry. Just had to get that out. He really pisses me off sometimes. I think he needs to realise that we're no longer in 'his day' anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Bye!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-114397025930926069?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/114397025930926069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=114397025930926069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/114397025930926069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/114397025930926069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2006/04/adult-authority.html' title='Adult Authority'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890883.post-114335799247753158</id><published>2006-03-26T17:44:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T18:41:17.163+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Dammit, Irene!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dammit Irene Van Dyk, Miss I'm-So-Cool-Coz-I'm- The- Shooter- For -The- New- Zealand- Netball- Team- And -I'm-Tall- So- I- Can- Totally- Flog- The Australians. If she wasn't so dammed tall. We should have won that netball game. Grr. But Bianca Chatfield (I have her autograph) put up a good fight. Did you SEE her fight over the ball with Irene, and they were all red faced and yeah then Irene like yanked it out like the psycho simatic she is.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Rhi, it's funny you say you hate fowarded emails, coz I get alot from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, school tomorrow. Bleh. Have to write my gay essay on stupid retarded JFK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Catchas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18890883-114335799247753158?l=lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/feeds/114335799247753158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18890883&amp;postID=114335799247753158' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/114335799247753158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18890883/posts/default/114335799247753158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopgurl01.blogspot.com/2006/03/dammit-irene.html' title='Dammit, Irene!!'/><author><name>Kelsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302856143727734977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j37/HeathersVice/Mikey%20Way/chemromanceapollo37vg6yf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
