<?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-5045002</id><updated>2011-04-22T13:20:06.453+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Himitsu desu</title><subtitle type='html'>A little bit about me.  A little bit that's not.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045002.post-105840260692371277</id><published>2003-07-17T10:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T10:43:26.880+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so it is with heavy heart that I say farewell to my blogging site.  But due to lack of readers and the kick in the ass I received when I picked up my study results... I now sign off from Bethless.blogspot.com.  Email me guys.  Keep in touch and keep happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we need to stop, think and rediscover ourselves.  This I do again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-105840260692371277?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/105840260692371277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/105840260692371277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105840260692371277' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-105748772493709296</id><published>2003-07-06T20:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-07-06T20:35:24.906+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stolen from Emma, but too lazy to put in the hyperlink:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.castlemooch.net/memejack/ljname.asp&lt;br /&gt;Give it a go!!!  Laugh a minute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-105748772493709296?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/105748772493709296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/105748772493709296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105748772493709296' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-105748726901899615</id><published>2003-07-06T20:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-07-06T20:27:48.996+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was trying to do a ring around tonight and see if any of the old gang were local, as you do.  It turns out that most are away or just not answering their phones and story of the night is the message I left on my friend's family phone, 'Hi it's Beth Atkinson here, was wondering if ... was home, if so can they call me on ... then, out comes the hiccup to end all hiccups, and for my recovery, a giggled 'sorry about the hiccup.'  Points there. I mean, If his parents don't think I'm drunk he's never going to let me live it down anyway...  But hindsight show's its entertainment value so I thought I'd share the laughs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-105748726901899615?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/105748726901899615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/105748726901899615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105748726901899615' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-105740649375283114</id><published>2003-07-05T22:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-07-05T22:01:33.610+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Charlies Angels - Full Throttle&lt;br /&gt;A surprising 8/10 for this one.  Some great actions scenes, some funny lines, some heartwarming sisterhood and some unexpected twists... or not, but more mature than the first in a positive movie sort of way.  And to those who didn't catch the TV1 Charlies Angels Marathon... Kelly, the Angel who has a brief cameo appearance, is an Original Angel!!!  Most impressive!!!  I'd skip no. 1 and go no 2 all the way guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-105740649375283114?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/105740649375283114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/105740649375283114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105740649375283114' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-105694610949803734</id><published>2003-06-30T14:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T14:08:29.503+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so it is that we have a new blogging system, but the post it's are down.  Just like everything else in life, fixing what's ok but leaving that which needs fixing.  Like our local council workers, always pulling down trees only to plant new ones in the same spot.  Boredom.  What's blogger's excuse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That done with, what's my excuse?  Where have I been?  Indeed, I have been holed up in my house, seeing only a select few, reading a lot and making my mum very happy by cooking most of the meals.  It's ok, life resumes again as of tomorrow, or rather, I will stop avoiding it as of tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I did read a good book... Good old Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix.  Now, points to JK, she's keeping me hooked, but has anyone else noticed that the books are getting less child friendly, darker, and most recently, more political.  Not to mention the fact the laughs are being competed with by tears... Yes, there was one page...  I'm almost beginning to think that the series will not have the end I hope for...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-105694610949803734?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/105694610949803734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/105694610949803734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105694610949803734' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-95938293</id><published>2003-06-23T17:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T17:28:09.360+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Note to all:  Will be home as of Tuesday 24th...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-95938293?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/95938293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/95938293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#95938293' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-95885164</id><published>2003-06-21T15:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-06-21T15:19:59.643+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finished Exams... Do da, do da!!!  Oh dee do da day!!!  Ah, the finality...  I have  a day of work on Monday then nothing for 4 weeks.  Hmmmm...  sleep, movies, spa, reading, drinking, life... Ah......  Sooo looking forward to it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-95885164?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/95885164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/95885164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95885164' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-95698707</id><published>2003-06-16T11:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T11:00:18.863+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just for Fun (taken from Kate's email last week...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random but very amusing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even Bill Gates can explain this one! Try this:&lt;br /&gt;Open a Word document and type:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= rand (200,99)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press Enter and wait 3 seconds...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-95698707?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/95698707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/95698707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95698707' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-95698237</id><published>2003-06-16T10:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T10:38:12.873+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so the College 'Wig Off' Commences!  Just when you thought 80's prom was bad, or that all John XXIII does is drink and play sport, the guys rise to the challenge and surprise again!  The guys have now begun wearing wigs all day everyday... The challenge is the last one to be caught without their wig!  Oh yeah barrel of laughs.  Dinner last night was kick off and I had forgotten... Nothing wakes you up from a dull shift more than looking up and realising a group of about 30 wigs just walked in the door.  Bad long hair female looking ones, funky fro's, Glitter and Glam, Mohawk... You name we have it!  Could be an entertaining few weeks... &lt;br /&gt;And I know I said that was it til after exams, but I'm a net addict what can I say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-95698237?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/95698237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/95698237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95698237' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-95672155</id><published>2003-06-15T09:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T09:53:23.913+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>John's won both Basketball Grand Finals!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams.  It's the last weekend before my exams and my friend decides to pass out at dinner and take an ambulence trip to hospital... Welcome to life at college, so the gang went along for support (and to drive him home an hour later when they said he was ok!).  Other than that, exams is all I have to say and I will write more once they are over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-95672155?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/95672155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/95672155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95672155' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-95457253</id><published>2003-06-09T19:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T19:02:22.670+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, the relief of going home and proving that Grandma was indeed going to be ok.  You know how hard it is when someone you are close to is ill and there is nothing you can do coz you're miles away.  Well, I went home for the weekend and saw Grandma and now I feel ok coz she seemed much better than I was expecting and seemed to be recovering from her operation as well as can be expected.  Was also great to go home, have a 3 hour spa and return feeling relaxed if not somewhat tired from all the travelling.  Was an interesting drive down on Friday night, falled trees, gale force winds, bucketing rain... lovely!  But it was still a good trip.  Looking forward to the next one in a few weeks (29th onward for a week or more...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the guys won Rugby while I was away!!!  Hear I missed a big one, but hey, can't win them all!  Basketball Grand Finals to win tomorrow, will be a big drinking Tuesday... 2 days before my first exam...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-95457253?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/95457253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/95457253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95457253' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-95258770</id><published>2003-06-04T09:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T09:26:06.350+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dedicating this entry to Kate... Luv ya sweetie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those days where you sit at your desk with the knowledge that exams are coming up, that you have this time scheduled as study time on the timetable on the pin board and you decide that emailing and blogging are more important?  Having one of those.  Maybe it's because I did 8 hours yesterday between class and private study.  Would have been 9 but Lisa and Bodge were meeting for Coffee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice how I never used to mention names.  Was funny, Bodge read this page the other day and saw the brick wall reference... ;-)  I don't think he minded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the John's guys Basketball last night.  Just for something different our undefeated team, Won, again!  John XXIII is just THE Sporting College.  Makes you laugh that I live here doesn't it?  But I cheered!  That counts... That's one of the reasons we rock, we always have the biggest turn out cheering!  Although, B &amp; G with their actual cheerleaders performing (What's the name of that Cheerleading movie?  It's a good one and they stole their chants from it...)  Be agressive, Be Be Agressive... You know the one... Bring it on!  I got there!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams, study, that's what I'm off to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-95258770?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/95258770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/95258770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95258770' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-95100306</id><published>2003-05-31T09:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T09:07:34.766+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To meet my friend Bodge, read on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-95100306?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/95100306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/95100306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95100306' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-95075239</id><published>2003-05-30T21:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T21:10:02.020+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>did you know that catching syphilis can cause your spleen to become enlarged, increasing the chances of it rupturing? if it does rupture, you need surgery to stop the haemorrhage otherwise you will die in 90% of cases.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-95075239?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/95075239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/95075239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95075239' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-95075150</id><published>2003-05-30T21:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T21:06:06.783+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ek sook nie kuk von bouters nie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-95075150?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/95075150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/95075150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95075150' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-95075103</id><published>2003-05-30T21:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T21:03:35.056+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>did you know that you can catch ebola from west-african monkeys, bubonic plague from eastern european rats, malaria from south-east asian mosquitoes, and cholera from indian sewers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so stay away from all of those things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-95075103?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/95075103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/95075103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95075103' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-95074129</id><published>2003-05-30T20:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T20:19:13.070+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am sitting in my room feeling sorry for myself... Well would be if I didn't have company to keep me from doing so.  Am feeling crook... suspected food poisoning on top of a mild case of SARS!!!  Both believed to have originated in the John XXIII College Kitchen.  Okay, my company just made a very quick up and dash... It was the mention of SARS no doubt...  Anyway, it sucks coz I should be at High Court Cocktails having fun!!!  I so really wanted to go to those too!  Even the chocolate ice-cream at dinner that usually fixes everything didn't...  Definately a crawl under a rock type night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-95074129?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/95074129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/95074129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95074129' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-94842207</id><published>2003-05-25T09:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-05-25T09:53:31.240+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well all, been a while, sorry.  I also think my shout outs have been down... Don't know how to fix that.  But news, that's why you come here.  To read about my adventures in Canberra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night, Anniversary Dinner at College, followed by some serious karaoke at PJ's in civic.  We did a fantastic rendition of 'Unbreak my Heart!' Yes, really, sang like pro's... Least we sang with passion... And we had this really great guy jump in front of us as we were singing, get down on his knees and start conducting and encouraging us!  Great place like that... generally friendly people!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday.  I still hurt from Friday!  Ice Skating!  I won most improved and best fall!  At one point I took two steps onto the rink and fell flat in front of a couple of spectators!  Long and the short is that I've never even skated before, so the fact that it took me 90 minutes to skate away from the wall is nothing!  It was fun tho, The rest of the gang took shifts skating with me so I had someone to grab onto as I fell.  Fortunately I didn't take anyone else down with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday.  The return of bad taste!  'Prom of 1984' also known as interhall ball!  Argh... The outfits!  And the hair... crimped... Yep, we looked sexy!  The bit I liked was putting a bottle of butterscotch schnapps on each table instead of wine!  I know that was probably my undoing but it was fun so who cares?  And I don't recall embarrassing myself so I call it a successful night!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have my last few days.  Oh, and before that there was Tuesdays, Form One Lane conference.  Was great to catch up with some of the crew from Melb, hey Cara, Vegjie, Rod and Dave if you're reading this!  Apart from that was interesting to do something other than Uni stuff!  Just have to get back into practise regarding facilitation!  Other than that, it's just been uni...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-94842207?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/94842207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/94842207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94842207' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-94561922</id><published>2003-05-19T13:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T13:29:16.333+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For anyone wondering: I found out how to make my blog public.  And the time Australian, go to Settings when you post next on your blog!!!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-94561922?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/94561922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/94561922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94561922' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-94561846</id><published>2003-05-19T13:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T13:27:34.913+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Interaction time:  What's everyone's fav cocktail?  I found mine on Saturday night in a great big Irish Pub in the middle of Civic.  Described as 'satisfying any chocoholics desires....' oh yeah!!!  Drisled Chocolate Sauce down the sides of the glass, Kahlua, Cadbury Choc liquer and cream shaken together, topped up with milk, over ice, with whipped cream and a strawberry on top... Heaven is on earth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-94561846?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/94561846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/94561846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94561846' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-94377395</id><published>2003-05-15T17:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T17:39:06.763+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did we know that Meg Lees was starting a new political party?  Australian Progressive Alliance!  The party of comprimise, give and take with the major parties...  Where do they stand on any issue?  They're going to pull it apart and look at it piece by piece.  Where do they stand on the Governments proposed 30% Uni fee increase?  They're going to look at it in the context of the whole package!  So who is the new APA?  We tried asking her this and she gave a very political non reply.  Couldn't even give a straight answer regarding her own new party!  How typically political!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-94377395?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/94377395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/94377395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94377395' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-94140674</id><published>2003-05-11T17:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T17:53:59.216+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to the rugby today!  Ok so it was only the Johns v B&amp;G game, but if you wanna see serious competition I can suggest nothing more personal.  Of all the colleges, we want to beat B&amp;G and Bruce more than anything so the competition and the cheering were both strong!  Actually, spiritually the competition was strong.  B&amp;G suck!  I believe the score was something like 40 - 0.  But I don't entirely get Rugby...  Still interesting to watch!  And Nim was a little rocket.  Seriously, even with my limited knowledge of Rugby I could tell that!  And Bodge is a brick wall!  Fun to see people in such different lights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a seperate note.  When I first started this blog I think I ticked the box saying don't list my blog... How do I change this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-94140674?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/94140674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/94140674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94140674' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-94084496</id><published>2003-05-10T11:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-05-10T11:55:20.393+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A 24 hour period full of firsts.  You know those things you just never do then all of a sudden... Yep, I did shopping in my purple pajama pants, ate steak and chip pizza, then slept through Breakfast.  Not a great collection by many standards, but new efforts for me. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-94084496?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/94084496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/94084496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#94084496' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-94027333</id><published>2003-05-09T12:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T12:28:09.606+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arts/Asian studies dinner last night.  Good end to a bad news day, but leaving the bad news day out...&lt;br /&gt;Did the 45 minute sprint get ready effort and I feel I pulled it off.  Enjoyed the good champaign, sorry, sparkling wine at the pre dinner drinks then headed in for the meal.  I think the highlight of the meal was the guest speaker, a guy from the Arts faculty, Philosophy I believe, who's speech was entitled, The joys of Arts and Asian Studies.  To begin with he was a good speaker, clear, loud and well worded.  Not to mention brief, to the point and highly entertaining.  Anyone who can begin a speech at a formal dinner by likening The joys of Arts and Asian studies to a book entitled the Joys of sex has the attention of the whole room and he kept it!  Points to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the dinner we had post dinner drinks in the Senior Common Room which were most enjoyable and I may have found myself a Spanish Tutor, or rather, Father Laurie is going to find one for me!  Networking... I love it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended the night by leaving my bag (and key) in Tom's room while I put Holds to bed, getting distracted and heading back to Toms room an hour or so later only to find he was out looking for me!  Fortunately we found each other had a chat then headed back to our repective rooms exhausted and knowing today we had to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't beat a John's formal dinner.  Tho Interhall Ball may be a good one too.  May 24th... Watch this space!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-94027333?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/94027333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/94027333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#94027333' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-93788607</id><published>2003-05-05T17:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T17:53:23.640+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PS.  Is anyone reading this site at the moment?  No one has done the weakest link...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-93788607?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/93788607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/93788607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93788607' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-93788575</id><published>2003-05-05T17:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T17:52:17.723+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A blogworthy anecdote:&lt;br /&gt;Person A goes out and in the process of a drunk evening has some fun with American Birthday boy in club.  Dinner the next night at college, Brad who was also out that night, turns to Person A and asks, 'Are you doing International Relations?' to which A answers, 'No, why?'.  Reply and punchline:  You were doing your bit for American relations last night...&lt;br /&gt;And A thought no one had remembered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-93788575?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/93788575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/93788575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93788575' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-93583620</id><published>2003-05-01T17:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T17:50:02.953+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;:) Are You The Weakest Link? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Are you the weakest link? Below are four (4) questions. You have to answer them instantly. You can't take your time, answer all of them immediately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;OK? Let's find out just how clever you really are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Ready? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;GO!!! (scroll down) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;First Question: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You are participating in a race. You overtake the second person. What position are you in? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Answer: If you answered that you are first, then you are absolutely wrong! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;If you overtake the second person and you take his place, you are second! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Try not to screw up in the next question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;To answer the second question, don't take as much time as you took for the first question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Second Question: If you overtake the last person, then you are...? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Answer: If you answered that you are second to last, then you are wrong again. Tell me, how can you overtake the LAST person?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You're not very good at this are you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Third Question: Very tricky maths! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Note: This must be done in your head only. Do NOT use paper and pencil or a calculator. Try it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Take 1000 and add 40 to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Now add another 1000. Now add 30. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Add another 1000. Now add 20. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Now add another 1000. Now add 10. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;What is the total? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Scroll down for answer.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Did you get 5000? The correct answer is actually 4100. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Don't believe it? Check with your calculator! Today is definitely not your day. Maybe you will get the last question right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Mary's father has five daughters: 1. Nana, 2. Nene, 3. Nini, 4. Nono. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;What is the name of the fifth daughter? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Answer: Nunu? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;NO! Of course not. Her name is Mary. Read the question again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;KEEP THIS GOING TO FRUSTRATE THE "SMART PEOPLE" IN YOUR LIFE! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-93583620?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/93583620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/93583620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93583620' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-93508611</id><published>2003-04-30T13:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T13:35:37.533+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok.  I watched a full hour of big brother last night.  A full hour!  It sucks!  I can now make educated statements about the quality of the show that has taken over the country yet again!  You know I watched the british version last year... Mildly hooked by normal standards to be honest.  It was actually quite entertaining.  For one, Davina McCall was a million times the host we have, Gabriella or whoever she is.  Seriously, can we vote her off?  The two house thing, it's not right.  It's not the throw random people in together and see what happens, it's become too orchestrated, less left to chance.  Bring back the original... Better yet, screen the uk version!  I stand reminded about how dodgy the whole program is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-93508611?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/93508611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/93508611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93508611' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-93447900</id><published>2003-04-29T15:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T15:22:19.303+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Started my job at the law firm today.  I get my own desk!!!  I am so pumped about that!  I get to play grown up with real job and get a desk to go with it!  Pretty pumped about that.  And there don't appear to be any scary lawyers at Blake Dawson Waldron!  Yay!  They all seem pretty down to earth and helpful!  Which is good.  And I got a key to go between floors!  Desk, key... WOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-93447900?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/93447900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/93447900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93447900' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-93287526</id><published>2003-04-26T18:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T18:28:34.320+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's just one of those songs, it comes on in the pub and you get up and give it all you've got, instinctively linking in some way with all around you.  And so I put up the words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Grail - Hunters And Collectors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this morning,&lt;br /&gt;from the strangest dream&lt;br /&gt;I was in the biggest army,&lt;br /&gt;The world has ever seen&lt;br /&gt;We were marching as one,&lt;br /&gt;on the road to the holy grail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started out,&lt;br /&gt;Seeking fortune and glory&lt;br /&gt;It's a short song, but it's a &lt;br /&gt;Hell of a story, when you&lt;br /&gt;Spend your lifetime trying to get&lt;br /&gt;Your hands on the Holy Grail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bud have you heard of the Great Crusade?&lt;br /&gt;We ran into millions, and nobody got paid&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we razed four corners of the globe,&lt;br /&gt;For the Holy Grail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the locals scattered,&lt;br /&gt;They were hiding in the snow&lt;br /&gt;We were so far from home,&lt;br /&gt;So how were we to know,&lt;br /&gt;There'd be nothing left to plunder&lt;br /&gt;When we stumbled on the Holy Grail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were foolish beings&lt;br /&gt;But we were dying like flies&lt;br /&gt;And those big black birds,&lt;br /&gt;they were circling in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;And you know what they say, yeah,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody deserves to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I,&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching for an easy way&lt;br /&gt;to escape the cold light of day&lt;br /&gt;I've been high, and I've been low&lt;br /&gt;But I've got nowhere else to go&lt;br /&gt;There's nowhere else to go&lt;br /&gt;I followed orders&lt;br /&gt;God knows where I'd be&lt;br /&gt;But I woke up alone, &lt;br /&gt;all my wounds were clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still here&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a fool for the Holy Grail&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fool for the Holy Grail&lt;br /&gt;	New Search&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-93287526?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/93287526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/93287526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93287526' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-93168765</id><published>2003-04-24T20:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T20:02:32.093+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have discovered the pleasures of red wine!! And I am preparing for a big night out on the town in Melb! I am also talking to a guy known as the perfect guy on msn! And I have had the best day shopping.  Perfect black skirt for work...and more...I love this place!! Not to mention Japanese for lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-93168765?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/93168765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/93168765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93168765' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-92956613</id><published>2003-04-21T11:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T11:45:01.623+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cooking, watching tv, sleeping... these are the things I miss!!!  These are the things I am indulging in... And chocolate... but that's just coz it's Easter!!!  Yummy.  Hot cross buns, hot cross buns, one a penny two a penny hot cross buns!!  Happy belated easter guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-92956613?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/92956613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/92956613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#92956613' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-92875211</id><published>2003-04-19T15:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-04-19T15:27:11.360+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I survived the final week of term... pol sci assignment, law assignment, torts exam, survived them all!!!  So proud of myself!  And now I'm home!  Home til Tues then shopping in Melb, home again for the weekend then back to Canberra that Monday!  Kinda nice to be back but at the same time it's kinda hard... college life is so different.  But I'm looking forward to seeing everyone and catching up.  See you all soon!!!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-92875211?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/92875211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/92875211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92875211' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-92521384</id><published>2003-04-13T17:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T17:21:42.686+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The study fairy has been with me this afternoon, I'm sure of it.  How else did I manage to get both my assignments up to the word count in one afternoon (not that I haven't been working on both for weeks now... and thinking of little else!)?  It's great.  There may be a lot of tidying and a few drafts to go on the one I only started writing yesterday, but the other is almost finished (rather if I don't call it finished after 8 drafts I will go mad!) and the end is in sight!! Bring on the holidays!!!!!!!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-92521384?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/92521384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/92521384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92521384' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-92483563</id><published>2003-04-12T23:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-04-12T23:52:51.903+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And for the occasion of IB the passion pop girls discovered Mudslide!!!  mmmm... IB for those of you non ANU res people, (all of you) is Inward Bound.  They drop a gang of guys (32, inc 2 chicks) in the middle of nowhere with a compas and and endpoint and tell them to run.  This they do for varying hours, from 35 to 130or so kilometres.  Tanks I tell you.  Anyway, I missed endpoint but caught div one coming in tonight... after a few quiet bevvies to make up for the study I did today.  Good night!  Luv you all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-92483563?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/92483563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/92483563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92483563' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-92462792</id><published>2003-04-12T12:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-04-12T12:08:07.076+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well would you look at that!!!  I rock!!!  Ok, if only my pol sci assignment would just fall together like that!  Now you better all comment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-92462792?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/92462792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/92462792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92462792' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-92462743</id><published>2003-04-12T12:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-04-12T12:06:55.140+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I tried to get the comments thing up for my blog... but it wouldn't work... web design and I don't get along...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-92462743?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/92462743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/92462743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92462743' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-92357006</id><published>2003-04-10T23:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T23:06:58.983+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, we survived the 44 hours of not talking and, if all the pledges are made good, we got about $400.  Not quite as much as hoped... But let's not complain.  And what a personal acheivement!  Might make it a regular!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird and Wacky.  Did you know it was possible to drive at 125k's in a 60 zone and not lose your licence on the spot?  A guy at college just did it.  6 demerit points and $1258 fine or something around that mark!  Can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must go, have new freddo frog wrapper to put on door collection, then it's beddybyes!  Just wanted to say hi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-92357006?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/92357006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/92357006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92357006' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-92063855</id><published>2003-04-06T10:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-04-06T10:46:45.826+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks you've been fuel for thought,&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm more lonely than before,&lt;br /&gt;But that's ok &lt;br /&gt;I've just gone and made another stupid love song.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     Don't recall the artist, but I love the song!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-92063855?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/92063855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/92063855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92063855' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-92063778</id><published>2003-04-06T10:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-04-06T10:45:14.653+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn I hate communal printers!  Most of all I hate not being able to talk and ask whose printing or if anyone knows why my computer won't print!!!  Damn it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-92063778?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/92063778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/92063778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92063778' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-92063711</id><published>2003-04-06T10:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-04-06T10:43:30.860+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>8 Hours left!!!!  YAY!!!  Then I can talk again!!!  I've almost made it!!!  Will post online how much we raised later... Amazing the support that has been given and all we had to do was not talk!  And we got to wear funky pink saches!!  We look so cool!  Or not, but it's fun hence I say it's cool!  And I've only almost gone mad once!  Last night, so I locked myself in my room quite literally and got some serious study done!  Now all I have to do is study for tomorrows Spanish test!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-92063711?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/92063711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/92063711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92063711' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-92032449</id><published>2003-04-05T18:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-04-05T18:51:48.280+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>20 hours and 15 minutes... madness is kicking in!!!  Withdrawals!  But at least Jeffers has me down as the one who will take some work to break... hehe... He actually thinks he can break me... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-92032449?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/92032449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/92032449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#92032449' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-92017214</id><published>2003-04-05T12:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-04-05T12:06:30.810+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>13.5 hours of silence!!!  So far so good.  Even surviving the lines... 'I can't read...'  'I'd stay and chat but you're no fun to talk to...' it's kinda funny!  And the pink saches!!! We are so immensely cool.  Saves us explaining in sign language that we can't talk tho!  13.5 hours... not a conscious word!  Even to random door knocks!  It's great... instinct doesn't even make me yell, 'it's open' like I thought I would.  We're so gonna ace this!  Contrary to my dream last night!!!  But then again, the good dreams never come true, why should the not so good!?!?  And anyway, I've got plenty of study to do if I could just get in the mood again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-92017214?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/92017214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/92017214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#92017214' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-91960069</id><published>2003-04-04T14:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T14:26:49.280+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Also, if someone will tell me how I'll fix up this page with some photo's from commencement dinner!  The night that I learnt a)how bad wine can taste!, b)how evil free wine is!  and c)it's no fun being rolled to bed at midnight having not even left campus!  The following day was interesting... obviously I still had plenty of alcohol in my system... was suffering a fear of bicyclists and an inability to stop my mobile when it rang in class!  Next time... We limit the intake!  Tho it's not a prob at the moment coz I don't have time to drink... Too much study!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-91960069?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/91960069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/91960069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91960069' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-91959920</id><published>2003-04-04T14:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T14:24:03.763+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How slack am I?  I'm becoming one of those blog people (you know, the ones who write only when they are so totally bored or procrastinating!) I don't wanna be one of those people!  Funny story... had a group of people collating in my room the other night while I sat at my desk actually floating round online researching for a law assignment... but that's not the funny bit, Iona and Jeff (for reasons of privacy I use fake names!) turned up at my door, a few minutes apart, Iona first.  Shortly after his arrival, talk turns to Jeff's new woman... an innocent first year from another college and how this is wrong.  Indignantly Jeff starts to defend his reputation saying it's all reputation and not fair blah blah, to which Iona simply turns around with, No, It's experience.  Brilliant.  Line of the year... And true!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-91959920?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/91959920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/91959920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91959920' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-91209032</id><published>2003-03-23T14:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-23T14:09:10.716+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know how every now and then something happens that just changes the path you had been heading down?  I love it when that happens for the better.  I had been heading down quite a social path which included a lot of drinking, talking, bumming around and not a lot of successful or in any way motivated study.  Then last Wednesday happened and I got really down, Then I had a negotiations seminar for Law and suddenly found my inspiration for Uni.  Not a guy.  Not a new alcoholic drink.  Not another social event.  Not the best hot chocolate in Canberra, but the true motivation and the reason I came to Uni.  I'm a doer not a thinker, I learn by doing not reading hence why hours of pre reading hadn't inspired me.  I also hate standard school/uni learning, I love extra curricular.  So I'm signed up for negotiations competitions starting next monday.  And even though Alex is my partner for the event, I'm even over him now too so that should be ok.  I mean, he's smart and confident so we should actually make a good team.  Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-91209032?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/91209032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/91209032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91209032' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-90989846</id><published>2003-03-19T23:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T23:49:50.483+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;Passion pop rules.&lt;br /&gt;Alex sux in the negative way!  It's not over til the fat lady sings, and I sang dudes, or so the record would say.  I lost the guy I thought had potential. And I am so tipsy!!!  that I Can't type and those of you who know me know how weird that is!  &lt;br /&gt;Damn it all.  College life is surreal.  It's intense and you end up in relationships you don't really want... or so Alex ays.... I'm using Names online.  I decided I wouldn't do that... Oh well... cut their balls off with a spoon.  Go kitchen bitchen!!!!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-90989846?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/90989846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/90989846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90989846' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-90902175</id><published>2003-03-18T14:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T14:36:39.360+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know how one week you're on top of the world, then the next week the world is on top of you.  I'm so gonna get down if I write any more.  As Em says, Don't frown, you never know who is falling in love with your smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-90902175?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/90902175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/90902175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90902175' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-90901961</id><published>2003-03-18T14:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T14:32:44.750+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate waiting... waiting on people to decide how they feel is the worst... especially when you are sure about how you feel about them.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-90901961?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/90901961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/90901961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90901961' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-90620421</id><published>2003-03-13T11:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-13T11:16:26.310+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got my first pay slip!!!  The kitchen bitchen ain't so bad when you see the results!!!  And when there's someone there at the end of the day who cares, life doesn't seem so alone anymore... yeah, found a great guy!!!  A week today. Guess that's long enough to be safe to put it online as news now!  Other news, Spanish is starting to make sense.  Law involves too much reading.  And Natsumi is back in the country alive and well!!!  YAY!!!  I get to see Natsumi tomorrow!  Life's good!  Well, lunch soon.  Best go get my Spanish Pre reading done.  So much stuff so little time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-90620421?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/90620421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/90620421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90620421' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-90429771</id><published>2003-03-10T12:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T12:12:39.903+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Four days, wow, sorry about that!  Well, Thursday night is the reason why and that's where I left off.  Kind of involves a guy taking up a lot of my time lately... Other news.  I'm going home of Friday to see Natsumi and I'm really excited. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-90429771?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/90429771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/90429771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90429771' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-90263378</id><published>2003-03-07T08:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T08:29:52.733+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love it when someone restores your faith in humankind...I lost $50 in the hall last night, between my room and the bottom floor.  I was not happy, I retraced my steps twice, then with others helping.  Finally I walked past Sam's room for the umpteenth time and saw Chris talking in there (we'd been talking to Chris earlier when I lost my money) so I asked, ever so optimistically had he seen my money... "What, the magic $50 note" he says and I'm like, no the one that was in my pocket.  to which he reaches into his pockets and pulls out my $50!!! He'd found it in the hall but wasn't asking if anyone had lost it coz so many will own up to lost money... My opinion of Chris increased somewhat after that... And it meant that I could go out last night and have a ball... In fact I'm only just off to sleep... at 9.30am...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-90263378?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/90263378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/90263378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90263378' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-90107577</id><published>2003-03-04T21:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-04T21:56:52.326+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did you know that Lawyers are just well dressed prostitutes?  Or such was the topic of my debate tonight.  And they take debating to interesting levels here... mainly along the GNW debate line, but one or two speakers got a tad serious.  Still generally a fun night... even if there were far too many debates, we're talking 2 hours and then some.  Other topics included, Sex is an art form, and others of such insignificance I can't recall them.  Or maybe I'm just tired.  Anyway, Buenas Noches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-90107577?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/90107577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/90107577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90107577' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-90044699</id><published>2003-03-03T21:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-03T21:37:46.200+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh and I lost my tequilla virginity with tequilla slammers the other night, followed by Quatro shots.  Like to say that these two don't go together, and produce interesting neaseousness the following day, but hey, that's what it's all about!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-90044699?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/90044699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/90044699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90044699' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-90044637</id><published>2003-03-03T21:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-03T21:35:22.653+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so I became a kitchen bitch!!!  Am I allowed to say that online?  Anyway, I'm working, I'm studying, I'm partying!!!  This is the life!  Even if I have only been working and studying one day! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-90044637?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/90044637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/90044637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90044637' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-89948083</id><published>2003-03-01T19:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-01T19:50:06.716+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>60 seconds of Fame:&lt;br /&gt;Fiona:  "I'm really cool, you'd love me.  I have no comment to make, maybe I should be left off!"  This from the chick who picks up an ADFA guy on her first night here!  &lt;br /&gt;Yvonne:  "I don't know, I'm not very exciting but I want to be on there"  She's a liar, Yvonne's cool, she likes Baileys and a guy on the lower floor. &lt;br /&gt;We're off to find our men and draw them out of their shells!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-89948083?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/89948083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/89948083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89948083' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-89948012</id><published>2003-03-01T19:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-03-01T19:47:20.076+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have cold!!!!  Gotta luv sniffing thru the last of o week.  But my computer is online in my room now!!!  YAY!!!  And I have a bottle of Bailey's chillin in Sam's fridge next door...  All I need now is a guy to share it with... Classes start Monday, the partying will have to stop!  Went shopping today.  Checked out the local therapudic centres, ie, the local choc and clothes shops!  Not bad in Civic!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-89948012?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/89948012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/89948012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89948012' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-89892048</id><published>2003-02-28T19:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-28T19:12:37.780+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Take it easy, and if it's easy take it!  This is this years O week motto.  Last year it was, The liver is evil it must be punished!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-89892048?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/89892048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/89892048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89892048' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-89892010</id><published>2003-02-28T19:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-28T19:11:33.890+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>$30, all the beer or punch you can drink, all the subway you can eat.  On our own private island on Lake Burley Griffin.  Fantasy Island.  A costume made out of a visit to Lincraft, but without actually sewing... What a way to spend a day!  But now it's time for bed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-89892010?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/89892010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/89892010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89892010' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-89829413</id><published>2003-02-27T20:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T20:02:30.780+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man am I exhausted.  I'm taking the night off.  Last night was pretty good, but I had too much to drink... It was random night at the Tavern (College bar) then Toga night at Bergmann college!  Ever wandered around with a beer (yes, I joined the college ranks and started drinking beer... Coffee is next...) in a sheet!  Liberating experience.  Tomorrow is fantasy Island and i'm going as rainbow doll if you remember her... rather I'm really just wearing rainbow clothes... good excuse for bright colours!  Tonight I'm meant to be at the Uni bar reopening with Machine Gun Felatio or something playing, but I'm taking a quiet night instead.  Thinking watching Angel in the common room in my tracky pants sounds great!  And I'm not the only one! Oh and I managed to enrol for all my tutorials without any clashes!!!  Life's great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-89829413?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/89829413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/89829413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89829413' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-89672667</id><published>2003-02-25T09:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-25T09:18:05.200+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day:  Monday, Task: Enrolling, Time: Forever, Outcome: Success.&lt;br /&gt;The club is ICBM.  The venue is Canberra.  The company is the rest of John XXIII College.  It rocked. &lt;br /&gt;And I managed to miss my first lecture.  Set to be a great year!&lt;br /&gt;Am off to thread flowers into a chain for Hawaiian Night!  Roussan has a straw skirt and big straw hat... I'm jealous - how can I compete with him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-89672667?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/89672667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/89672667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89672667' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-89520034</id><published>2003-02-22T08:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-22T08:09:33.213+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's the day.  The car is packed.  Provisions are bought.  I'm up, dressed and procrastinating by having to go online before I leave.  Oh well.  Here I go.  Next blog from cheery Canberra.  Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-89520034?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/89520034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/89520034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89520034' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-89475096</id><published>2003-02-21T13:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-21T13:56:57.936+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Post offices that close just after four, restaurants where you know the waiter but can't even acknowledge them and 'friends' who go all weird when you catch up with them for the first time in a month or more...  What is the world coming too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-89475096?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/89475096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/89475096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89475096' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-89411806</id><published>2003-02-20T14:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-20T14:31:53.693+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quotes I like:&lt;br /&gt;"How can we remember our ignorance, which our growth requires, when we are using our knowledge all the time?"&lt;br /&gt;Henry David Thoreau&lt;br /&gt;"Women are like tea bags; put them in hot water and they get stronger."&lt;br /&gt;Eleanor Roosevelt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-89411806?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/89411806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/89411806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89411806' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-89411576</id><published>2003-02-20T14:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-20T14:27:24.173+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's funny, you'd think having moved overseas at the beginning of last year, moving to Canberra on Saturday wouldn't be a big stress...  But it is.  Doesn't matter how many times I move, each time is going to be different, but posing the same questions, Will anybody like me?  Will I have enough wardrobe/packing space?  And the big one, Do I need to buy dental floss?  Today we answered the last question, yes.  Why? Just because!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-89411576?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/89411576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/89411576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89411576' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-89334604</id><published>2003-02-19T09:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-19T09:24:56.853+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I put this blog online.  I christen it, Himitsu desu.  And I ask that you be nice to it!  As it grows it will evolve into something better than it is now.  But at least now, you'll all be in the loop once I get to Uni!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-89334604?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/89334604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/89334604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89334604' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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-5045002.post-89001037</id><published>2003-02-13T10:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-02-13T10:06:05.340+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I thought I'd join the current trend and get a blog...  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5045002-89001037?l=bethless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/89001037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045002/posts/default/89001037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethless.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89001037' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502505362244515006</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>
