<?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-3258805</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:15:05.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>betterthancomputersolitaire</title><subtitle type='html'>exciting your computer screen like a hurricane out of a monkey's ass</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doityourself.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258805/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doityourself.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842175180263917672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3258805.post-8272067</id><published>2001-12-30T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-30T02:42:20.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was odd. I went for a big fat drive in the country with mum, dad, and grandma. I had to help grandma put her seatbelt on, becuase she'd forgotten how and was trying to click it into the door, that made me so sad. Damn elderly side effects.  Anyway, I had my walkman on so when ever she was trying to talk to me she whacked me really hard on the thigh and now I have bruises. ABUSE. my song of the moment is "phanta" by Le Tigre. I like the ending.  Anyhoo, what else can I talk about. My day at work was better today, except i fucked up big time, but only once. I forgot to get someone's phone number and I had to ring them back to tell them we had no salmon. I obviously couldn't because I didn't get their phone number. Eventually they worked out that they could get salmon from the dairy round the corner, but I still felt pretty dorkus.  I'm starting an "issues" punk band next year hopefully. I'll stick with the band i'm in now though as well if it lasts that long, we've been going for a while but we just crack up everytime we practise and spend the whole time trying to write weird al wannabe songs.  I wrote a pretty cool one about this chick at school who reminds me of a grandma, but I'd feel stink if we actually used it because hell, she's a person too and she can remind me of whatever the hell she wants to. Oh yeah, DR HIDEOUS INSIDEOUS asked me to go buy a newspaper today so i went, and when i came back he was like...and you no buy a playboy too? I'm going to halve my hours with one of my less opinionated friends soon..i'm way too strong minded for this job. arse...die. I'm glad i'm not blonde though because he made fun of a blonde today and that fucked me off as well. (I have black hair at the moment). I wish I could change the font for this thing, it'd be better smaller. oh yeah, and at work, they offered me pizza, and I said yes, (to not be rude) and i said i don't eat meat..and so they put chicken on it. So when they'd made it I didn't want any, and they were all offended because they made it chicken specifically because i don't eat meat and none of them actually like chicken. I guess I wasn't watching the news when they said chicken was a vegetable. Ahhh why must I make my life so trivial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blargh!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258805-8272067?l=doityourself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258805/posts/default/8272067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258805/posts/default/8272067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doityourself.blogspot.com/2001_12_30_archive.html#8272067' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842175180263917672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3258805.post-8250877</id><published>2001-12-29T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-29T01:35:08.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>By the way, I just checked this, and it says it's 1am. It's not, it's 10.35...why does technology hate me so much. waaaaaaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258805-8250877?l=doityourself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258805/posts/default/8250877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258805/posts/default/8250877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doityourself.blogspot.com/2001_12_23_archive.html#8250877' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842175180263917672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3258805.post-8250782</id><published>2001-12-29T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-29T01:22:35.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just typed out about a million lines of writing on here and lost it all. I don't know what the hell I did for technology to want to kick my ass so much..dammit! Anyhoo, I guess i'll write it all again, I am bored after all. I decided to start up one of these blogger things again because I've been reading some really kick ass stuff on the internet lately, like webzines and stuff, and lots of the stuff I've read has had a big effect on me. So, I am attempting to write stuff on here that people will be interested in. At the moment though, I am braindead. I just got home from work, with my boss DR HIDEOUS INSIDEOUS! as he will be known on here. He's a sexist prick with short man syndrome and a strong dislike towards New Zealanders. Being a tall female (wannabe feminist) New Zealander, I am rather out of luck. He is politically incorrect in every way and he pisses me off. Quote from him " Lisa, clean the windows, that's what women are for." And I damn well had to clean them too because it was my first day. I wish I had punched him...I'm such a pussy. I went all red and smoke came out of my ears. (I also telepathically tried to send him hate messages but I don't think they worked) I made them really streaky though, he came back and said "did you clean windows?" and I said "Yeah, I did, but somehow they look dirtier don't they.." *if you ever need to intentionally streak some windows, use a wet teatowel with mr muscle glass cleaner...works wonders. Another thing he did that kicked me up the ass was try to force (what looked like) a meatlovers pizza down my unwilling throat. (Oi'm a vege) He kept going on though, "meat is good for you, you grow big and strong like me (my ass you tiny fleck of pizza dough) eat it! go on! In Italy no one deny food! EAAAAAAT ITTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!" wooooo. dream job. I actually can't wait for school to start again. OOO yeah, I had a kick ass jolly ol' time at Unity Fest in Auckland, but I only went to the Tahake Reserve day because I couldn't get the money to pay for the three days. But i'm not that evil, I stuck $5 in the donation bucket. Woo!  The Rudies kick ass, and so does The Sound Laydee. I'm going to go look for their websites in a minute, i hope they have mp3s. ooo crikey. But now, i think i'll go in search of some decent music. ZM's been on at work all day and i know the words to FAR too many shitty songs than I would ever want to. grr..go to hell. Le Tigre here I come. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258805-8250782?l=doityourself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258805/posts/default/8250782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258805/posts/default/8250782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doityourself.blogspot.com/2001_12_23_archive.html#8250782' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842175180263917672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3258805.post-8250655</id><published>2001-12-29T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-29T01:09:55.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>raaaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3258805-8250655?l=doityourself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258805/posts/default/8250655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3258805/posts/default/8250655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doityourself.blogspot.com/2001_12_23_archive.html#8250655' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842175180263917672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
