tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81389762011-08-01T05:02:47.654+10:00a Glebewegian idealist let loose on the worldporteknoreply@blogger.comBlogger611100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138976.post-1111619856366505372005-03-24T10:17:00.000+11:002005-03-24T10:26:51.006+11:00

Sorry guys, it seems I have no staying power. Now that I've got other things going on in my life I don't seem to find the time, energy or enthusiasm for blogging.Fickle ol' me eh? I'll still be lurking, reading all your blogs, and having a beer with the lucky ones of you who meet me in person occassionally :)Be Good people (or good at it)!

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so... come see it

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No apologising for not blogging... there's plenty of exciting stuff out there - you all know where to find it, and if you don't you can email me and I'll send you all the links (with commentary).

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After careful consideration of the evidence, we have pieced together a timeline of the night in question... There was money in my wallet when I bought a ticket to see Sideways and went into Cinema 9 at Broadway Hoytz. There was no money in my wallet when I went to use it again. During the course of the movie, while my bag was on the floor next to me (stupid, I know... but there was hardly

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There's a goldfish bowl in the Budgie Jar. The verdict last night seemed to be a unanimous poo-poo. No wonder he was drinking down the road.

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Somewhere between 7:00pm and midnight last night my camera left my bag. Perhaps our love wasn't meant to be. I can't imagine life without my one true love and, as such, will be withdrawing from all activities that cost me money until I raise the $599 to buy back it's love and the $100 to commit it all to memory.

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BACKGROUND On February 14, 1999 a group of 8 single people, disillusioned with International Hallmark Day gathered in the beer garden of a fairly seedy pub in the Rocks. They eat, drank, laughed, visualised the rest of the beer garden naked and generally had a whale of a time. Over the next year news spread, members of the Group of 8 became otherwise involved with members of their chosen

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I can see a storm on the horizon for my folks and I. The news I got 2 weeks ago today (that has since been turned on it's head... slightly) encouraged me to take a long hard look at where I am, where I'm heading and why I'm going there. I'm starting to think that perhaps I don't want to be a teacher just yet. Perhaps I want to pursue other avenues while I'm still young, single and not yet at

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[EDIT: actually... this pic seems appropriate] I've spent almost two weeks thinking I was a failure. Not a total failure, but you know when you really want something, and you've jumped all the hurdles, and the finish line is in sight. You've started drafting acceptance speeches, planning the farewell party to end all farewell parties and plotting just exactly how to spend the last couple of

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... it seems The Chaser will no longer grace our newstands. How else will we get the home phone numbers of politicians? Of course, all is not lost... this lovely lady to the rescue!

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While all you party kids were packing down the turf at the SCG and making up numbers at the Budgie Jar last Saturday, I took a night off live music (shock, horror) and disappeared to a little hideaway with no road access, resident wallabies and goannas, spectacular views and something magic in the air. There was sailing and swimming and ice-cream and gin and tonics at sunset and gorgeous food

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Thanks Beautiful Dinny! You've always had impeccable taste in my clothes! Can you come back? I think I need a stylist.

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Looks like I won't be missing it anytime soon either. It seems the Cambodia thing was not to be. *cue: 36 hours of feeling sorry for myself closely followed by Plan B* What was "Plan B" anyway? Thankyou to all those wonderful people who called and messaged to console me and offer words of encouragement. In the words of Mr Fenech "I love youse all!" I'm sure that in a week I'll be able to

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Until I work out a way to insert my upcoming gig picks into the sidebar you're all gonna have to deal with the regular post format. I did notice a curious feature of this weekend's gig guide according to Portek though... Observe: Friday: Frente @ the Annandale (with Nighthour + The Reservations) - don't be ashamed, I'll see you there! Saturday: Faker @ Spectrum (with Mark Bradshaw + The Fangs

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I feel stuck between two worlds... Plan A and Plan B. Not sure what Plan B is yet though. Maybe the letter's on a boat, with Rosencrantz and Guildenstern... "We can move, of course, change direction, rattle about, but our movement is contained within a larger one that carries us as inexorably as the wind and current..."... or perhaps my letter will come with a man in a white bowler hat. He

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Jazz in the Domain last night was slide-guitar-tastic! Aside from the terrible pre-show entertainment a good night was had by all. Whooda thought a park full of Sydneyites getting stuck into their red, cheese and pate would want to hear ten people compete in the Whistling Down Under competition? Even Men At Work would havebeen embarrassed! A slight learning curve related to uploading LOTS of

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If you've ever walked down my street the laneway where I live you've met this guy. He spend his entire day (and night) testing each parked car to see which one is most comfortable and has the most desirable combination of sunshine and shade (as pictured). When he's not doing that he's walking between the cars whilst simultaneously doing the "I'm so cute" act with passing strangers and friends.

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So readers. On this scorcher of a Saturday afternoon it's time to shake the cobwebs out and participate in a little hypothetical. If you're feeling as seedy as me (yes, that's you Melbourne Grogbloggers) have a strong latte, a $7.50 big breakfast with extra avocado, a lemon and lime-ade from Glebe markets and 2 nurofen plus and come back and read this post. PICTURE THIS: Imagine you are a girl

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Here in the blogosphere we really answer the big questions don't we! Mulling over the big issues in the Great Britain: irony, relationships and whether it's possible to make cheese from breast milk Seriously though, some recent conversations with many of my friends have left me wandering the streets thinking about words and ideas. One recurring theme is the concept of irony. In particular,

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There are alot of great gigs kicking around at the moment. Fret fetish kicked off last Sunday, with the ever talented Rai Thistlethwaite (I definately like his solo and jazz gigs better than the ones with the rest of Merc), Skyward, Little Mosaic and many more. Rai managed to simultaneously come over all autobiographical and rock the house. All sorts of impro songs about ex-girlfriends and a

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Yeah, Falls Festival was pretty ok ;) I might have even cracked a smile or boogied at select moments. Don't tell anyone though.

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* with apologies to emma magenta I know my absense from the blogging world is unforgivable. Silly season aside, my half-written drafts remain unfinished and my little books are littered with unrealised ideas for posts. I have a confession to make. There is someone new in my life. I usually try to avoid blogging about my personal life, but I’m so wrapped up in him that I can’t think about

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I’ve been busy ok? The world is really hotting up at the moment… and it’s not just the weather and the festive season. Lots of bits of my life have become a whole lot more exciting in the last week or so. Some pipe dreams have become maybes, which have then become definates. Some yeah right's have become definate maybes. Some parts of this new, exciting life of mine don’t have hints for me to

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No. Wrong answer. I'll tell you what you're doing... you're coming to see By the Sea and Acrobat (two bands I rarely shut up about) at the Excelsior in Surry Hills, and then you're heading over to the Roxbury in Glebe to catch the last 3 (or so) hours of the last fret fetish of the year (a regular gig I rarely shut up about). Come on, it's your last chance this year to see all these things I

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… and I’m scared! I walked past it on Wednesday evening and the entrance was transformed. Instead of the dodgy falling-apart tiles, there were wanky floor lamps and lights leading up the stairs. I think we’ll have a reconnaissance mission tomorrow (Friday) evening… though I fear the worst. If we’re not in Kansas anymore, at least we can retreat to the Budgie Jar or The Clare.

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I’ve made it into BRAG! The very street mag that I decided I needed to be sub-editor of! Not once… but twice. Other notable rock kiddies also make an appearance. So Rock n Roll!! Now, if I could just work my way onto door lists as easily...

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Today I was paid to…Swan around in corporate gear. I don’t do it often, so it’s nice to pull out the black shirt dress, bright green scarf and heels and walk with purpose up Martin Place at 8:45 clutching Campos coffee. Wouldn’t do it full time thoughSurvey the Sydney skyline from the boardroom on the 25th floor of Governer Phillip Tower. Apart from the silly building in the way… that meant we

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New Buffalo - The Last Beautiful Day I was sitting in my room feeling sorry for myself, and then one of her songs came triple j and it reminded me... 'Recovery' - that's a perfect song for right now: "Recovery, Looks like it's gonna be ok - it's a new day" Then I let the album play on further, to track 4 - "It'll be alright", and I was like... this is even better! "This time it's not about you,

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Read the third letter in Drum this week. We had a good ol' laugh when it was read aloud around the kitchen table tonight. Sure, I don't agree with all his points, but I think it's a damn funny rebuttal (whatever he's rebutting), and I can see myself in some of his points. How many of the points (at least partly) apply to you? For those of you who don't pick-up a Drum with the

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If I've sent you annoying drunk texts recently or called you in the middle of the night, never fear... help isn't far away. I just heard on Triple J news that a telco is offering a service for people who are prone to drunk texting and calling. Apparently the service allows the user to block calls (and possibly smses) to particular numbers until 6:30am the next day. About. Fucking. Time. Sign

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On this, the last day of spring… it seems appropriate for me to list the things that are helping me look forward to a long, hot, but god-not-as-hot-as-today-please Summer. I’m listing, cos I’m sick, I’ve got HEAPS to do today to prepare for the babies' pool bonanza and cos I’m too damn lazy in this heat. Regardless of illness, procrastination, there are a number of things I’ve witnessed/done over

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I’m a self-confessed eaves-dropper. If you see me on the bus with my head buried in the latest copy of Drum, deeply engrossed in my novel or playing with my phone, it’s more than likely that I’m listening to everything that you and your friends, and everyone else on the bus is saying. Be very afraid if I get out my little A6 spiral-bound sketchbook. I’m not sketching, I’m not fine-tuning my “

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Who the HELL drinks at diff’rent drummer? That vortex of a wine bar near my house that seems to burst at the seams with no-one I know. Drinking there is kinda like voting Liberal… I don’t do it, I don’t know anyone who does, so it perpetually puzzles me how it manages to be full so often. Earlier this evening my question was answered… this guy does! Why is my brain devoid of witty DAAS

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ok... so we've probably all received this. But who else can say it was sent to them by their mum?

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The Manly ferry decides to park itself right in the middle of the the harbour (at the narrowest point, off Neilsen Park) with 100 yachts bearing down on it. It’s all well and good to avoid moving Manly Ferries. You can play chicken with them, and when they’ve had enough, they just give 5 short blasts of their horn, meaning “make your intentions clear” (or WTF) and you run away. With a

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Just in case you haven't already gathered - I refuse to blog about Sydney grogblog. Mostly cos there were so many incredibly sexy people there who have already done a better job than I would... or left incriminating pictures in the ether (though I did prefer the un-edited version). A surprisingly enjoyable night with some refreshingly cool people - for geeks ;)

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Ok people, BRAG may be Beat Magazine's little sister who's ventured north to find her place in the world and she may be never develop the street cred that the Drum has around these parts. There does, however, come a time when every street-mag needs to grow up. Growing up means no typos, no pieces of blatantly incorrect information (cos then you're forcing everyone to check in drum and not trust

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My day so far (and my week, for that matter) has been so very, very Sydney Summer! The day consisted of swimming, sunbaking, reading my new book, shopping for new Summer clothes and... wait for it... buying my first mangoes of the season. So, feeling fit, and tanned, and fashionable, I returned home, turned on my fan, relished in the fact that our house is always 5 degrees colder than outside,

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ok... there's been a slight change to proceedings since I last posted about this. Never fear gig pigs, the night of nights is STILL Saturday November 27 (so no need to change your diary) but, instead of turning up to The Kirk... you'll now be rockin' your socks off @ Spectrum. Yes, they're headlining a Saturday line-up at the place where all the cool kids go... and if their gig last Saturday @

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My lovely Tooheys Old drinking, phat-bass playing flattie has a great way of debriefing after a weekend. Sitting around the kitchen table, or on the couch at the Roxbury for fret fetish, on a Sunday evening he often asks “so what did you learn this weekend?”If this weekend was a learning curve, I think it would have a derivative of e to the power of x (sorry, I really have been doing too much

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There's a BIG WEEKEND of gigs ahead (and a few more over the coming weeks of note). I'm just gonna list them again. You can call me lazy, I prefer "time efficient". The Cops- Friday and Saturday at SpectrumBy the Sea (with Resonance + Lo Roberts + the West) - Saturday at Vic on the ParkBecause of Ghosts - Saturday The Kirk (church on Cleveland St)Newtown Festival - Sunday at Camperdown Rest

porteknoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138976.post-1100213754006743612004-11-12T09:19:00.000+11:002004-11-12T09:55:54.006+11:00

So, This week has been the slackest blogging week ever. I've had no real excuse... except that I'm getting pretty engrossed in a book, a real, live book, with pages (and a thick one at that). Oh, and I'm job hunting, and I've only had 3 drinks this week - which means I haven't embarassed myself sufficiently to warrant a blog entry. So far this week I've: been home before midnight every night (

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Ok, so I'm a slack arse. On my notepad/mousepad I have 5 good ideas for blog entries. Ok, maybe not blogging gold, but topically relevant and mildly amusing. Unfortunately the political world is far to depressing, and my real-life, inner-west world is far too hectic for me to sit down and properly put fingers to keys. Promise I'll start typing soon, though I'm mot too good at finishing what I

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Hello, I'd like to ask your opinion... If you wanted to celebrate something in mid-December, would you go for a drunken (and no doubt debaucherous) Friday night house-party or a drunken (and no doubt sunburnt) beach party/picnic on a Sunday afternoon/evening? Just curious...

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My perpetual procrastination has proven fruitful! I've found these guys called Man bites God, when I've stopped playing with their cool game I'll have a look at their site and work out who they are. They look like a band or a comedy outfit, or both... but that doesn't matter. What does matter is that they are "committed to helping you through the next three years" and their current game to solve

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A friend sent this to me. I thought I'd throw it around cyber-space and see if anyone votes. Feel free to replicate and disribute: Theworldvotes.org seeks to apply new technologies to provide citizens around the world with a voice in matters that affects us all.Ensure that your voice is heard by registering electronically and add momentum to a worldwide drive to establish global democracy. Who

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When I'm not patronising local live venues and solving the problems of the world over a beverage or two I set about changing the lives of other poor unsuspecting creatures who don't know any better. Yes, dear readers, not everyone calls me Portek, or Claire, or "puh" or Suspicious Package, there is a group of 6-10 year old girls who meet once a week in Clovelly and call me Wallaby (yeah, it was

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By George, I think I've got it! Contributions for improvements greatly appreciated, but I think this is bloody near perfect: Early dinner with the family at the club: large calamari, 2xT-bone (medium rare), Pepper steak (medium) and Chicken Schnitzel (communal bowls of chips and salad). Dry sarcasm, witty retorts and plans for 21st birthday party slide shows abound.Talking sailing and

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Ladies in South India making my cool new bag... no sweat shops (promise!) I have a new bag. Like all the cool things I own it comes from my mum. I swear I don't have a cool bone in my body, I've just succumbed to my own mother's peer-pressure! I'd have a picture of me sporting the ever-pointy and incredibly fab bag if I actually had a digital camers, but you're gonna have to trust me. It's

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It's all locked in. My Homebake ticket has arrived. I know it's stupid to buy a ticket to your own birthday party... if I thought for one second that I could just rock up with my ID and say "it's my birthday, let me in" I'd do it! And hell, if I work out how to between now and then I'll sell my ticket. I've also booked my ticket for the justification for the road-trip south. The line-up looks

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ok, so it's Friday, and I still haven't posted about the mega weekend that was. Perhaps it's cos I'm still in therapy over it, or because I was so disturbed by learning interesting tit-bits on other peoples' blogs about what I did. Suffice to say that Friday night's gig was incredible... a 2.5 hour epic dance off and sweat-fest in the stinking hot CBH! After the music stopped, we (well, Dstah and

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I was gonna write a notice of my flatmate's FATNASTIC band's gig next week... but Brad does such a good job explaining it himself - hope to see you all there: Hello to everyone out there on this pavement melting Sydney evening. Hopefully everyone faired well on this warm, warm, so extremely warm day. Hello to those who missed our

porteknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138976.post-1097727300286418842004-10-14T13:59:00.000+10:002004-10-14T14:15:00.286+10:00

... I didn't know anyone who voted Lierbal, they didn't know anyone who voted Lierbal. It may have something to do with living in a safe Labor seat, but everyone in the wide group I circulate in seemed to want change. Here was me thinking that all 51% of Australia who voted Lierbal were holed up in some North West Sydney church or at a Guy Sebastian gig. I thought that carefully aimed

porteknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138976.post-1097550840393498482004-10-12T13:55:00.000+10:002004-10-12T13:14:00.393+10:00

Summer must be coming... it's 32 degrees out there, I'm wearing one of my fab sundresses, and I even managed to crack a smile today (despite the political situation). I just bought a ticket to my birthday party... sure, it's not my doing, but it's on my birthday so I'm claiming it!! Speaking of Live music, I'm gonna be pumped full of it by the end of this weekend!! I have some crazy "

porteknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138976.post-1097491361220269882004-10-11T20:01:00.000+10:002004-10-12T12:08:35.630+10:00

I've stumbled across a fatnastic piece of Inner West live music. It's called Fret fetish it happens every Sunday night (from about 8ish) @ the Roxbury on St John's Rd, Glebe it's only $3 There are a collection of acousticy type acts, some not so acoustic. Last week there were a couple of guys from Cellardoor playing the blues and showing us all how to REALLY play guitar and Skyward singing and

porteknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138976.post-1097331747258262842004-10-09T23:34:00.000+10:002004-10-10T09:26:40.230+10:00

I keep thinking that this is all a bad dream, and I'll wake up tomorrow and Australia will vote to decide on our next Prime Minister. Unfortunately, even if we vote again tomorrow, the result will remain the same. It's ok though, my mum says we need to infiltrate Hillsong and sing them songs about how fucked they are for voting Liberal and how much God would prefer they vote for the other guys.

porteknoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138976.post-1097196168368618732004-10-08T10:42:00.000+10:002004-10-08T10:50:35.520+10:00

just testing the image software. This is the view from my parent's roof... Beer and sunset anyone? Have a great weekend! Vote early, vote often ...I look forward to toasting a new government some time in the next 72 hours.

porteknoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138976.post-1097192842917708122004-10-08T09:34:00.000+10:002004-10-08T10:21:19.013+10:00

ok everybody - NEWSFLASH!!! By the Sea are playing a gig at the Spectrum in a couple of weeks. Mark's initial description of the band as "gay country disco" would fit quite well in this venue... hopefully their "slightly folky rock" will too - I think they'll come to the party by upping the "rock" side (thanks to the ridiculous assortment of distortion pedals and the KICK ARSE drummer!!). Last

porteknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138976.post-1097164004726852622004-10-08T01:25:00.000+10:002004-10-08T10:27:58.153+10:00

Today my flatmate arrived home sick. As a weekend worker, the novelty of being home during the same daytime hours as my flatmates rarely wears thin, so we set about doing all those things normal people do on the weekend – I thought about doing some washing, he decided to buy a dvd and set about watching it. The dvd he had his heart set on was The Seven Wonders of the Industrial World (I know you,

porteknoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138976.post-1097127319605743252004-10-07T15:23:00.000+10:002004-10-08T02:15:29.420+10:00

Ok... so I know that John Safran retracted the fatwa on Rove, but perhaps there were some extremeists groups who insisted on following it through to fruition. There was a fire at Rove's production company offices last night, causing $2 million damage. It's funny though, according to the SMH article: Rove Live, would be unaffected, while sketch comedy program Skithouse and the Roving Enterprises

porteknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8138976.post-1097123530017453872004-10-07T14:37:00.000+10:002004-10-07T15:37:10.513+10:00

...for all those who have complained that my blog remains blank, there was a simple solution. We simply had to wait till most of my procrastination techniques were extinguished, leaving only two: cleaning my room and starting my blog. So here I am. Not a very exciting way to start a blog, but I guess the only way is up. Oh yeah, and getting 12 hours sleep last night must have helped to... since

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