<?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-6987258</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:26:27.468+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters from the Inside</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>561</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-116503238000908138</id><published>2006-12-02T15:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T15:06:20.010+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I have one day left of school for 2006. And it's all rehearsals anyway, so no actual classes..&lt;br /&gt;And then I will be 1/4 way through Year 12 - my final year! Wooo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did my first four HSC Assessments this Term. And was really happy/suprised with the results!&lt;br /&gt;Maths - 92%&lt;br /&gt;Modern History - 95%&lt;br /&gt;English Extension 2 - 95%&lt;br /&gt;English Advanced - 100%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm getting Academic Excellence prizes for Modern and Maths at Prizegiving this year, which I've never gotten before! So I'm glad my hard work is paying off :)&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I can get through this year (aka. next year, HSC year) without too many stress dramas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all,&lt;br /&gt;B xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-116503238000908138?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/116503238000908138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/116503238000908138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/12/well-i-have-one-day-left-of-school-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-116228383676134222</id><published>2006-10-31T19:33:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T19:37:16.763+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>death. death. death. death death. death. death. death death. death. death. death death. death. death. death death. death. death. death death. death. death. death death. death. death. death death. death. death. death death. death. death. death death. death. death. death death. death. death. death death. death. death. death death. death. death. death death. death. death. death....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so stressed its not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and please don't tell me "it's only Year 12." or "you've just started year 12" or "I'm sure it's not that bad!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because it is my stupid school!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason like 40% of roseville students get UAI's over 90 is because our stupid school makes us do sooo much work. its ridiculous. and if u go to a public school, then i envy you, because ur workload just doesn't compare to ours you lucky things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus i am doing 3 major works. 3.&lt;br /&gt;and lots of extensions.&lt;br /&gt;so kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-116228383676134222?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/116228383676134222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/116228383676134222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/10/death.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-116201972947682155</id><published>2006-10-28T17:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T19:32:50.593+11:00</updated><title type='text'>uni</title><content type='html'>BA-Psych DipEd? Or just BA DipEd??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. choices choices..&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaning more towards the first.. double major tho.. hmmm.. blahh&lt;br /&gt;Well at least I know I'm going to Macquarie :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-116201972947682155?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/116201972947682155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/116201972947682155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/10/uni.html' title='uni'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-116098170836168408</id><published>2006-10-16T16:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T16:55:13.113+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What do you do when you feel like your whole world is caving in around you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-116098170836168408?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/116098170836168408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/116098170836168408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-do-you-do-when-you-feel-like-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-116089033215124492</id><published>2006-10-15T15:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:32:12.170+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I woke up feeling so depressed that I just wanted to go back to sleep and never wake up.&lt;br /&gt;Work cheered me up a bit though.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that's not normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my Lord, where are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-116089033215124492?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/116089033215124492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/116089033215124492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/10/today-i-woke-up-feeling-so-depressed.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-116029274242052436</id><published>2006-10-08T17:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T17:32:22.440+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>best. weekend. ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-116029274242052436?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/116029274242052436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/116029274242052436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/10/best.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-115873334043027006</id><published>2006-09-20T16:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T16:22:20.476+10:00</updated><title type='text'>i am in love with this day.</title><content type='html'>today is possibly the best day in a damn long time.&lt;br /&gt;i have finished year 11. year 11 is gone forever. buh-bye.&lt;br /&gt;now i can forget about any fact that ever existed in my brain and maybe actually sleep for the first time in mayb 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after modern exam finished today at 10am, we all went to the beach. All as in like pretty much half my year which was really fun. it was like a beach party. First time in bikini which is scary, but then again everyone looks fat and white in front of beautiful Nici. :P Naa it's alright Nici we love you :)&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't as bad as I thought. I've sunbaked for a couple of hours, went walking, went swimming a kabillion times, let ourselves get dragged out too far so had like a 15minute swim back in :P&lt;br /&gt;It felt liberating to be lying on the beach half-naked once again. And we can do it for the next 6 months!! (all of Spring and all of actual Summer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jess drove us home which was fun. It was very squishy to put it simply in her lil white car. And we put down all the windows and just enjoyed being stupid and young and sung really really loudly to the radio to crappy Nick Lachay songs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;now I'm eating frozen grapes.&lt;br /&gt;frozen grapes make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;we ate a whole watermelon today at the beach too.&lt;br /&gt;i love mangoes.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s i replied to your comment luke (im doubting u will read it) - did u wanna go to the beach sometime in the next 2-3 weeks or so when you or i have some free time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-115873334043027006?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/115873334043027006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/115873334043027006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-in-love-with-this-day.html' title='i am in love with this day.'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-115864860660017855</id><published>2006-09-19T16:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T16:52:13.770+10:00</updated><title type='text'>my first long-ish post in a damn long time (jacki will be pleased)</title><content type='html'>it feels like summer today.&lt;br /&gt;like that terribly hot and muggy part of summer that everyone hates and complains about.. but atm i love.&lt;br /&gt;just the fact that its warm.&lt;br /&gt;im sure ill get over the whole stickiness business soon enough. im just livin it it atm while i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to the beach tomorrow :) that makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;also kinda scary... first time my body has braved the sun in a bikini for a while.&lt;br /&gt;ive lost 4kgs so far but still have another 6kgs to go before im at my long term goal weight. my short term goal weight is only 1kg away which is exciting.. if I can get there goddammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's looking up atm which is a nice change from basically this whole past term which has been a load of shit. Combination of the weather, some god stuff, and some actual stuff to hope for. Progress and change inspires me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One exam left and then I've finished Year 11. Then it's one year and I'm finally released from the death clutches of Roseville. Lol I'm sure I'll miss it once I'm gone.. as everyone says.&lt;br /&gt;Last exam is Modern History and apprently its really hard, according to the teachers who set it. Emmy said her section (Core - WWI) was really really hard, and Mr Dubyah (Watson :P) said that his personality question is a million times harder than Emmy's section, that it would be hard for him to answer, and that if he's supervising our exam we're gonna be swearing at him when we read it... GREAT!! I'm screwed. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had 3 exams today which was a boggle on my mind and I kinda screwed my last one (French Orals) which was kinda annoying, Music Prac went ok.. voice was a bit shaky and weak though because it was like 8.30 in the morning! French writing = not much to say. felt alright, dunno how I'll do. Don't really care because I'm dropping!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love cooking. I'm cooking yummy cupcakes atm. I might put pink icing on them now :)&lt;br /&gt;I love summer.&lt;br /&gt;I love God and the damn strange and mysterious ways he works.&lt;br /&gt;I love exercise and feeling healthy&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends and my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you all,&lt;br /&gt;B xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-115864860660017855?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/115864860660017855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/115864860660017855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-first-long-ish-post-in-damn-long.html' title='my first long-ish post in a damn long time (jacki will be pleased)'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-115804177087243024</id><published>2006-09-12T16:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T16:16:10.886+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/myalicecostume.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/myalicecostume.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this is my alice costume for the formal. unfortunately.. jane and i just realised we are both wearing the exact same costume!! damnit dont you hate that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-115804177087243024?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/115804177087243024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/115804177087243024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/09/well-this-is-my-alice-costume-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-115719683935467866</id><published>2006-09-02T21:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T21:50:19.360+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Vietnamese Chicken Salad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/vietnamese%20chicken%20salad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/vietnamese%20chicken%20salad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yum :)&lt;br /&gt;I just made this!!&lt;br /&gt;It's a Vietnamese Chicken Salad and it is AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;it's only got 200cals per serve, and its loaded with heaps of really nice cabbage and herbs like basil, mint leaves and coriander. yum yum&lt;br /&gt;if anyone wants the recipe, email me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-115719683935467866?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/115719683935467866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/115719683935467866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/09/vietnamese-chicken-salad.html' title='Vietnamese Chicken Salad'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-115639400873977952</id><published>2006-08-24T14:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T14:33:28.760+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everything sucks. its all a load of crap.&lt;br /&gt;what happened seriously.&lt;br /&gt;i just want to curl up in a ball and sleep forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-115639400873977952?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/115639400873977952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/115639400873977952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/08/everything-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-115605765017804485</id><published>2006-08-20T17:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T17:07:30.206+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate my weight.&lt;br /&gt;I hate my body.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be thin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-115605765017804485?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/115605765017804485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/115605765017804485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-hate-my-weight_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-115518689324678445</id><published>2006-08-10T14:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T15:14:53.276+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well.. I decided to blog again for Jacki's sake. And cause I'm bored out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick with the flu which sucks. Im hoping my lovely kick-ass immune system shall have me well again by 2moz. I usually only get sick once a year and usually only for like a day or two. Excluding last year when I was the sickest I had ever been; chest infection - coughing up blood. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good 'ol immune system. So yeah I'm bored bored bored. Decided to go to work 2nite cuase I need the money - I'm saving for a car atm. I've only got 600 bucks so far but thats pretty good seeing as I've only been saving for like a month. I try and put like half my pay in there (bout 80-100bucks) each week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-115518689324678445?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/115518689324678445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/115518689324678445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/08/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-115406954367309901</id><published>2006-07-28T16:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T16:52:23.696+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Todays been the worst fucking day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-115406954367309901?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/115406954367309901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/115406954367309901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/07/todays-been-worst-fucking-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-115404413583089076</id><published>2006-07-28T09:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T09:48:55.856+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to hit something.&lt;br /&gt;Being under 18 when half your friends are over is so so hard, and so so frustrating and upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;Espescially when you're uninvited to things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-115404413583089076?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/115404413583089076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/115404413583089076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-want-to-hit-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-115284360129241991</id><published>2006-07-14T12:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T00:06:25.050+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you wanna hear any of the music that I've written and then have produced with Ben then click on these links. (They only last for 7 days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is my punk/emo composition that I did for school in Term 2 called "Stone Wings"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=download&amp;ufid=1EC4D78B1AF5DE6F" class="content_bigger"&gt;http://www.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=download&amp;amp;ufid=1EC4D78B1AF5DE6F&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;And this is my Jazz/Smooth one called "Still Moving"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=download&amp;ufid=F9B08B671F39F080" class="content_bigger"&gt;http://www.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=download&amp;amp;ufid=F9B08B671F39F080&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atm we're in the middle of reecording another one I've written which is like worship music style, called "Comfort". So hopefully I'll put that one up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-115284360129241991?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/115284360129241991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/115284360129241991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/07/if-you-wanna-hear-any-of-music-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-115141371092861634</id><published>2006-06-27T23:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T23:08:30.946+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Emmy you and your friends are so mean.&lt;br /&gt;Espescially to me.&lt;br /&gt;I am crushed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-115141371092861634?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/115141371092861634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/115141371092861634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/06/emmy-you-and-your-friends-are-so-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-115078849938823945</id><published>2006-06-20T17:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T17:28:19.416+10:00</updated><title type='text'>"letters to alice" by Fay Waldon</title><content type='html'>This is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It takes great courage and persistence to swim against the stream of communal ideas. The stream itself is so much part of daily existence, it is hard to see it for what it is, or understand that it flowed in quite a different direction in other decades"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really like extension english. its so much better than normal advanced english which is totally sucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-115078849938823945?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/115078849938823945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/115078849938823945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/06/letters-to-alice-by-fay-waldon.html' title='&quot;letters to alice&quot; by Fay Waldon'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-115028558007589326</id><published>2006-06-14T21:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T21:46:20.103+10:00</updated><title type='text'>emmy the great</title><content type='html'>Ok well a certain someone wanted me to write a post on a certain Miss Shanahan (aka. Miss Shana-Lynch, Em-Shaz, Emmy, Shanny, Shan, The Shan, The Shaz, Miss Hanashan etc etc) so here it is as requested!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Emmy is my Modern teacher and she is a bit over-the-hill, being 26 and unmarried and all. She is cool and acts young though which fortunatley makes up for her over-the-hillness. Our classes run wild which is always good, we always seem to learn something though even though we feel like we don't, however some cynical people *cough* Spesh *cough* KK *cough* still insist we don't. The other day we had a debate about who was better and a better teacher; Mr Watson or Miss Shanahan, and I stuck up for you Emmy, even though it was a close thing to call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She speaks like a BILLION languages, which is so totally hot, and in our first ever lesson she taught us how to say "I want Vodka, give it to me now!" in Russian or Croation or something. She likes to try and kill herself by travelling to Uzbekistan, Uzhdasjdnaskd, KABKJBdsjkdbsfd, Iraq, Iran and other such countries in which bombs go off every day and the government has issued "no non-essential travel warnings on"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is full into the performing arts crap, like always doing backstage stuff for musicals and plays etc even though shes the teacher newbie. She can tap-a-tap-a-tap-a and did so in front of the whole school to a hip-hop song for charity. Twas fantastic. When she puts makeup on she looks like 15 years old and hence she still gets asked for ID when getting into clubs and is jealous that I don't get asked and I'm only 16 :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not modest and thinks she's smart; and tells me all the time, thinking I don't believe her, when I damn well do. Just cause she's done like 100 million degrees and was offered some highpaying HR managment job but "turned it down for us". She always tells us to "shutup" and like attacks us, hitting us with bottles etc and forcing our hand to write on the page.. tsk tsk. But don't you worry, oh readers, we return the favour ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though she runs away from me when she's at school cause some stupid girl did some stupid thing and now she's in trouble (I prolly shouldn't mention it on the internet!) and all paranoid, she's still a good talker and listener when she wants to be. She helped me decide my uni degree which is cool, listened to my boring stupid problems and thinks I'm good enough to do history extension even though i still don't really believe her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's always mean to Jacki but espesciallyJess, whom she blocks and makes funny lesbian jokes which the rest of the class enjoy but not her. But it's alright, we all do it to good ol "Spesh" :P We love you Spesh. Jacki likes to stalk her and manages to fuel the rest of the class along, which prolly freaks Emmy out, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we turn 18 and leave school she shall have the privlege of hanging out with us, becuase she (and i quote from herself) is "a loser with no life" who will enjoy our crazy party-hard company. She has many men. She broke up with Timmy after her face swelled up in America. Now she has a hot date with a hot Luke and she shall invite him to her place for drinks. She's a man's lady. Or something like that. I don't get those crazy expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes kids. She wants to have kids. But she better do it soon because she's a bit over the hill. She blew me off when I tried to say my thing we did in French about her. It cut me deep man. She's good at History (surprise, surprise) I threw a sponge at her face for charity. She does nice stuff for charity. :P She hardly ever teaches us becuase some disaster or another always comes up. Like the whole 2 weeks before the exam we had no teacher cuase of some random jury duty, or death or swollen face thing and that was kinda diastrous for our class... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her favourite country is Jordan. Even though like its very dangerous like all the other countries she travels to. She got stung by a bee and had to go to hopsital during school. Well we thought it was a bee but it actually was a spider. So the "BEE BETTER" card we lovingly made her didnt have the effect we had hoped. But she liked it all the same. It sits on the desk. Hopefully right next to the Miss Shana-Lynch picture we made her.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks like this cute little girl in the junior school who likes to dance and sing with a lil pink chubby face and brown plaits called Seryna. Cept Emmys hair is like light brown and looks boring up but nice down even though she never wears it down. She throws up when she gets nervous which is like sooo disgusting. Eew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I've written a lot. That should be enough for you know! And just to clear this up Emmy forced me to write this so I'm not as weird as you are all thinking I am right now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-115028558007589326?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/115028558007589326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/115028558007589326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/06/emmy-great.html' title='emmy the great'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-115028342615988520</id><published>2006-06-14T21:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T21:10:26.186+10:00</updated><title type='text'>ouch nose</title><content type='html'>Well. I fractured my nose. It hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I was at the "Come Together Festival" at Luna Park on saturday night, where like 20 bands play at different  times and there's like a bar area with DJ and free rides and lots of funness. But I was in a Karnivool mosh (they were very good btw) and I got like caught on the edge of a bullpit and some guy was going crazy and like he was swinging his arms around and he smashed me in the nose (and Ben in the eye at the same time) so hard that I actually fell onto the ground. And it hurt so damn much and Ben dragged me off the the First Aid ppl and it was bleeding and swollen for a day and aching like hell, and its still hurting a bit now, like 5 days after. But at least its not bent which is good. Cause then it couldnt be fixed. Gosh I always fracture stuff that can't be fixed... my nose.. my back.. argh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-115028342615988520?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/115028342615988520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/115028342615988520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/06/ouch-nose.html' title='ouch nose'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-114942223300644446</id><published>2006-06-04T21:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T21:57:13.026+10:00</updated><title type='text'>bye bye targie</title><content type='html'>Well I now officially no longer work at Target. My last shift was really sad. Lisa put me on Sound Bar, which was fabulous, as it was like the ultimate last time revenge against Jo Moore, who's spent the last 6months trying to get me kicked off there; the one place she knows I love, and put permanently on Register 2; the one place she knows I truly hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway I was on there and as usual the time passed quickly, i had fun talking to sam, and he made fun of me cause i was leaving target for "designer pyjamas" and he said that i would regret leaving becuase i would be surrounded by "pyjama snobs" :P I love Sam he's so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway James, my Sound Bar newbie who I helped train arrived at 1 and then i was like... crap.. i have to leave... forever... and it was very sad. So I hung around like a whole extra half hour just workin on sound and talking to James. He was sad, he was like "you can't leave me, I won't survive on my own" it was so cute. And I handed him over the keys before I left and it was like (*cough* Special Jessie *cough) symbolism, i was like.. here are the keys, you are now taking over my job (becuase he was he was like my replacement) And yeah I hugged all my Sound Bar boys goodbye and it was very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I went walking round the store saying goodbye to everyone and by the time I had gotten to my last person; Karen, I was like crying. So so sad. I mean I hate Target so much, but at the same time i was so sad to be leaving because all the great people there was what kept me going. I mean Sheree managed to keep me working there for a whole year longer than I wanted to. (Sheree wasn't there it was sad) So yeah I finally walked out of Target after clocking off for the last time and I couldn't stop crying it was just so sad and I was like Beth you are so pathetic but oh well, and everyone looked at me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah there were heaps of ppl that I didn't get to say goodbye to cause they werent working, but everyone has made me promise to visit them and i've made them promise to visit me, so im sure ill get over it soon but at the moment im still lamenting my loss! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-114942223300644446?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/114942223300644446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/114942223300644446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/06/bye-bye-targie.html' title='bye bye targie'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-114888990165543145</id><published>2006-05-29T18:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T18:05:01.676+10:00</updated><title type='text'>PA</title><content type='html'>Woo.. I finally got my job info forms stuff from Peter Alexander = i know how much i get paid and bout my discounts :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get $10.27 an hour and once I turn in 17 in 6 months I get $12.47 :):) And double-time on Sundays and double-time-and-a-half on public holidays :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i get 50% discount off all merchandise! Yay yay&lt;br /&gt;Only catch is I can only get 2 fashion discounts and 1 accessories discount per month (or 3 fash and 1 access depending on hours worked) So I shall have to accumulate and buy everything I want in one hit so as not to waste my discounts :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm excited.. Sad about last shift at Target ever on Saturday (9.30-1.30) but excited bout starting new job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-114888990165543145?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/114888990165543145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/114888990165543145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/05/pa.html' title='PA'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-114847561596730595</id><published>2006-05-24T23:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T23:00:19.600+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/Beth%27s%20Pictures%20001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/Beth%27s%20Pictures%20001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... here's my new hair (colour and cut) if anyone hadn't seen it yet :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-114847561596730595?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/114847561596730595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/114847561596730595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/05/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-114846989946095474</id><published>2006-05-24T21:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T21:24:59.480+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't wanna leave Sheree.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-114846989946095474?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/114846989946095474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/114846989946095474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-dont-wanna-leave-sheree.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-114837363334554485</id><published>2006-05-23T18:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T18:40:33.370+10:00</updated><title type='text'>pyjamas, lynn ching and glaciated faces</title><content type='html'>Today = freezing. It was the coldest May day on record or something like that. 12 degrees. Coldest day in 8 months... argh the stats can't represent the pain of being forced to sit outside in the cold and wind during recess and lunch and my fingers feeling like they were about to snap off... and my face felt like it was about to glaciate. honestly we need maroon balaclavas :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol no wonder I've never been to the snow. I'd prolly suck at the whole "its snow, its cold" thing. I'm so damn sensetive to temp. changes - according to the Doc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the reason I blogged (not to complain about the cold - though most of my blog is complaining) was to announce my good news... I GOT THE JOB AT PETER ALEXANDER!!! :):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is fantabulous cause it means I shall be leaving Target after 2 years of boring boring work. Although I must admit, now that I think about it I will fully miss it. Not cause of the work and my treatment by some mean manager in particular (*cough* Jo Moore *cough*) but because of all the great people I met there and all the fun times I had (which were actually a lot surprisingly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a new start shall be fun :) And it's more upperclass which will be nice. The only thing I'm stressing bout now is that they are opening on the 22nd of June, which is one of my nights of my Year 11 Play Performance.. = im scared cause its the openening night they might want like a huge thing with all staff on, like a grand opening or something... I'm gonna feel real bad about getting out of my FIRST shift there. Argh I really don't wanna make a bad first impression which I am bound 2 do because of this conundrum :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... and Jacki. I wanna kill you cause you didn't come to school.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that's right.&lt;br /&gt;You missed our Modern class which was the best ever.. we're doing presentations on LYNCHING!! and u get 2 be in character of white supremist and african american and presenter. And Gem is the presenter called... get this "Lynn Ching" :P and Mel is the African American called "Boo Wigga" and Mai and I are "Lamb and Lynx!!!!" from "Prussian Green" :P hehehe.. our script is so funny. And Mai and I are performing a song we are gonna write 2moz at recess bout lynching in the style of Prussian Blue... oh its gonna be a cack :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-114837363334554485?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/114837363334554485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/114837363334554485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/05/pyjamas-lynn-ching-and-glaciated-faces.html' title='pyjamas, lynn ching and glaciated faces'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-114792579845147521</id><published>2006-05-18T14:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T14:16:38.470+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have an interview with Peter Alexander this afternoon. Which is kinda exciting and also scary cause im like blerrrggghh, job interviews are freaky and almost as bad as music performances, but not quite because singing in front of randoms is a scary thing. actually im not scared if im not gettting marked. it jsut th whole getting assessed/marked dealio, but it doesnt happen with speeches. prolly cause i've done so many of them. ok ill stop like overanalysing. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah so I have an interview and im scared but I really hope I get th4 job because a) i really like Peter Alexander and b) really want a new job! :) So wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna kill school. Today in PD we had to sit through a session of presentations on STI's... *shudder* with graphic pics. These were like some presentations from the PDHPE class in our year. But we discovered such diseases as syphillus, genital herpes, genital warts, thrush, ghonorheaaa (dont know how to spell) Hepatitis B and I can't remember any more :P But there were so many pictures of like seedy infected penises and vaginas and Jacki and I like died from shock and disgust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've chosen my Term 2 music topic and I'm doing the Used which is exciting :) Something heaps different from jamie Cullum, much heavier, so it'll be fun for a change. I also like making the rest of the music class listen to it and analyse it when they hate it :P hehehe.. i spent like hours last night researching the Used and the origins of the emo genre.. took ages but was quite interesting and fun actually. had fun talking to my boys on msn: scotty, benny, jay, liam, nathie etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I have to blog this halfway not finished cause Jacki is gonna maul my uterus... safknsdklfjnsdkfjnlcjkencjkncjkn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-114792579845147521?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/114792579845147521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/114792579845147521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-have-interview-with-peter-alexander.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-114726422877167425</id><published>2006-05-10T22:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T22:30:28.790+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music performances are scary. And I hate exams. Except it means I can either sleep in or get home really early which is nice. I hate it that our school has no free periods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think life really sucks. It's stupid and unfair. I'm writing a song atm. It's sad. But I like writing songs. Even though I show no-one lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How good was the OC last night? I loved the song they played at the end - "Fall At Your Feet" by James Blunt. Was so nice, I've got the chords now which is cool = I can play it on guitar yay. But it was so sad Johnny died, then the stupid TV station like cut a couple of seconds off the end of the tape, they do it all the time. It went straight into ads, and that couple of seconds to FADE OUT the episode was vital, cause now it just finished abruptly and I was like: "HELLO IM STILL MOURNING!!"&lt;br /&gt;Gosh stupid TV stations. I shall kill them. I love the OC. Poor dead Johnny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'll tell u a secret, that OC episode was scary cause it like fully reflected my life at the moment except a) Marissa wasn't sure if she had feelings for Johnny or not and I'm 100% sure I don't and b) Johnny killed himself and no-one is dead in my life.. yet :P oh and yeah c) i suppose, i dont have a sister. But apart from that it was like freaky relfection of current annoying predicament! Argh what is with me and guys and argh all the wrong situations???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-114726422877167425?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/114726422877167425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/114726422877167425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/05/music-performances-are-scary.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-114524303055497687</id><published>2006-04-17T12:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T13:03:50.566+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jacki I love you. You are the shiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I like don't read your blog for a day and there are like 100 million billion posts. You know what I was thinking bout the other day. It would be funny if the Easter Bunny came and mauled you.. like drowned your face in chocolate. How interesting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jacki you so can't complain about ppl not commenting on your blog! No-one commented on my sexy 80's party pictures! Gosh.. I kill you. OMG how cool is Rent! It is the SHIZ! if you don't know what I'm talking bout then you're a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul starts tomorrow and I'm so so excited. If any of want to come for like a day or night or both or something then lots of Rosie ppl are coming on the Wednesday night (cause I'm performing "Love Is" - in case you missed seeing it wen it was on at Church) It's at St. Ives Showground, from tomorrow (Tuesday) until Saturday. You can come and go as you please, and buy passes when you come. I think its like $20 or something for a night pass. Which gets you in from about 7pm until 11ish when everyone goes to bed. So you can see night entertainment and main meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omigosh I'm cutting my hair and dying it how how fun. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is lyrics from Rent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Five hundred twenty-five thousand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Six hundred minutes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How do you measure, measure a year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In cups of coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-114524303055497687?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/114524303055497687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/114524303055497687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/04/jacki-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-114350085839769471</id><published>2006-03-28T09:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T10:07:38.456+11:00</updated><title type='text'>jacki has no life</title><content type='html'>Well here I am writing the blog dedicated to Jackit that I intended to write when she was at home dying and collapsing and have fits and other terrible things. So here we go, I'm writing in my blog to amuse Jacki who has no life and checks my blog for new psots 3 times a day ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacki I have to miss out on Modern today becuase of musical! aRgH I'm gonna cry!! And I'm sure Emmy will too.. who shall I note hasnt yet talked to me on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've decided someone's gonna get stabbed. 1) A prefect (for like personally victimising me) 2. A builder (for like making me walk halfway around the school becuase they decided to shut off the normal route there) and I can't remember the 3rd person. But it's prolly gonna be you! dkjfnsjkdfbnlkdjsbds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we go Jacki, there's your debrief, feel loved :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya, Beth xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-114350085839769471?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/114350085839769471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/114350085839769471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/03/jacki-has-no-life.html' title='jacki has no life'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-114284300736546760</id><published>2006-03-20T19:23:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T19:23:27.370+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/scotty%20and%20beth.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/scotty%20and%20beth.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotty and Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-114284300736546760?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/114284300736546760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/114284300736546760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/03/scotty-and-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-114284298096035093</id><published>2006-03-20T19:23:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T19:23:00.966+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/scotty%20as%20michael%20jackson.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/scotty%20as%20michael%20jackson.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotty - Michael Jackson-esque&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-114284298096035093?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/114284298096035093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/114284298096035093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/03/scotty-michael-jackson-esque.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-114284295547849095</id><published>2006-03-20T19:22:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T19:22:35.483+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/Beth%27s%20Pictures%20057.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/Beth%27s%20Pictures%20057.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel S and Paulini&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-114284295547849095?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/114284295547849095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/114284295547849095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/03/mel-s-and-paulini.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-114284293471047912</id><published>2006-03-20T19:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T19:22:14.716+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/beth%2C%20alana%2C%20franco%2C%20nushie%2C%20louis%20and%20montana.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/beth%2C%20alana%2C%20franco%2C%20nushie%2C%20louis%20and%20montana.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Alana, Franco, Nushie, Louis and Montana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-114284293471047912?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/114284293471047912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/114284293471047912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/03/me-alana-franco-nushie-louis-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-114284275473342531</id><published>2006-03-20T18:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T19:19:14.793+11:00</updated><title type='text'>80's Fever</title><content type='html'>Well Friday night was Dinusha's Farewell. He was one of my supervisors at work. It was heaps fun it was 80's theme and was at Sea La Vie in Dee Why, kinda like a function room thing. It was funny cause they gave us all tabs that we just charged drinks onto, so at the end of the night the people were like "Ok, pay up.." and the drunk person was like "Wha? Pay what?" and they were like "That's $100 thanks!" Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah it was pretty fun.. Scotty dressed up as Michael Jackson with full leather pants and leather jacket with an M on the back. And Franco dressed up Ron Burgandy-esque. Alana went full out and wore a bright purple floral printed jumpsuit and took full use of her hip flask lol. Bree wore this green dress thing and went insane, as expected. Sheree and Lisa looked so cute they had matching lil pink satin shortie things with leggings and leg warmers over heels. So gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the managers got drunk it was so funny cause next morning we all had to work at 9am, and we were all sitting in the staffroom quietly over cups of coffee and someone arrived and was like "Hello!" and we were like groaning, "Loud... noises... blergh..." Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to get away with not paying my bar tab by allowing myself to be bought drinks the whole night. Eh'xcelent. Female persuasion. :P It was also a pretty intense emotional night full of lots of crap (dont wanna make it seem all roses and shine) but I'm gonna shut my mouth and not go into details so as to respect privacy. But yeah. This world is screwed is my conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We danced. To 80's music. Alana picked me up and spun me around and we both ended up on the ground laughing and still dancing; all to be caught on camera. Jo Moore got shitty and gave everyone evil eyes. That was pretty "classic" Adifi tried to blackmail me into the changing of the song on my position at sound bar. And I had fun dressing up with our left over pink fishnets from the "Ooo Wee" dance. And I tried some yummy cocktails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pretty much it was a night full of fun, dance and laughter and as Hannah would say.. "Ah.. another infamous Target party..." ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-114284275473342531?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/114284275473342531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/114284275473342531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/03/80s-fever.html' title='80&apos;s Fever'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-114283960157814561</id><published>2006-03-20T18:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T18:26:41.596+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Moving</title><content type='html'>Well I am now officially a composer. Woo..&lt;br /&gt;Ben and I spent the whole weekend (bout 8 hours over a Saturday and Sunday all up) recording my composition (it's for a school Music Assessment) It's only a minute long but has the potential to be developed into a full-length piece, we just didn't have enough time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called "Still Moving" and is about keeping on going after heartache and how everything else is a constant even when you feel like nothing is. I'm kinda proud of it actually. It was originally meant to be just instrumentals but a vocal line came to us at the last minute so we recorded it in a rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The world keeps spinning, spinning around&lt;br /&gt;The rain out the window's still falling down&lt;br /&gt;The clouds are still moving haven't hit the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days are still changing the sky still moves,&lt;br /&gt;The sand is coarse and your hand is too&lt;br /&gt;And I'd do anything to make you feel this too."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-114283960157814561?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/114283960157814561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/114283960157814561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/03/still-moving.html' title='Still Moving'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-114181786349656198</id><published>2006-03-08T22:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T22:37:43.506+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finished my Modern Assessment!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Wooooooooooooooo....!!!!! :):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol it took me 4hrs for the opening paragraph. But many hours later I have a 4 page essay complete with a 3 page appendix, 2 page bibliography and 14 footnotes!! Wooo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death to footnotes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-114181786349656198?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/114181786349656198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/114181786349656198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-finished-my-modern-assessment-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-114163263477115759</id><published>2006-03-06T19:07:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T19:12:04.990+11:00</updated><title type='text'>There is the huge amount of $US12 mil...</title><content type='html'>I just got this email from a man called "Charles Brown". It made me laugh. Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's my pleasure to contact you for a business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;venture which  I  intend to establish in your country.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Though I have not met with youbbefore but I believe, one has to risk confiding in someone to  succeed   sometimes in life. There is this huge amount of Twleve million U.S   dollars ($12,000,000.00) which my late Client  in a security storage   house here  before he was poisoned by unknow persons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now I decided to   invest these money in your country or anywhere safe  enough outside  the country for security and political reasons.We want  you to help us  to  transfer this fund to your country for investment  purposes on the   followings below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you you can be of  an assistance to us we will  be  pleased to offer to you 20% Of the total fund.    It is very  important  that you forward to me your full name ,your private  telephone and fax  numbers/occupation, to enable  me send all relevant  documents pertaining the deposit of this fund to you.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hence I will  not want to be exposed this is to aviod losing the money.    I await  your soonest response.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you and God bless you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-114163263477115759?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/114163263477115759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/114163263477115759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/03/there-is-huge-amount-of-us12-mil.html' title='There is the huge amount of $US12 mil...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-114101219926651313</id><published>2006-02-27T14:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T14:49:59.280+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can do this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I just cant.&lt;br /&gt;I want to throw something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-114101219926651313?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/114101219926651313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/114101219926651313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-can-do-this-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-114087068225270686</id><published>2006-02-25T23:21:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T23:31:25.380+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I led worship!!</title><content type='html'>As some of you guys may know, I've been wanting to lead worship for ages now and I've been praying a lot about it and I know it's not somewhere I'm at right now but have trusted God with presenting me with the right situations. And.. amazingly enough.. at the most unexpected place, God gave me the chance to unexpectadly lead worship for a group of about 30girls in my year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started strangley enough with our group doing a "bogan version" of the song "Kiss Me" by Sixpence None The Richer as a surprise item at the end of the karaoke night on the last night. And everyone loved it and then the teacher asked if we could perform it singing it properly and everyone went crazy with that. Then as I was stepping down everyone started cheering and going insane and wanted me to sing and play Wonderwall and I was like argh.. but I did anyway and it fully turned out that like 100 people were moshing to me on stage playing Wonderwall of all songs! Lol it was the randomest thing ever! But so exhilarating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that everyonne was just hyped up and running around going insnae, and I felt so loved becasue so many ppl were coming up to me saying "wow you were so good!" etc etc even tho I fully think I wasn't. But it was just really nice. Then we had a spontaneous Bible Study which was really really good. it was so encouraging seeing all the people in our year as Christians and we all felt like God was saying to us that we were going to be the year of change in our school. ANd it was just all exciting. And I brought my guitar nI was like "Hye you guys mayb wanna sing some songs after?' and everyone was full for it I was like wow! And it was so much fun and not nerveracking at all and it was such a comfort that God had moved me to the next level of instead of just wishing to be a leader and being frustrated that i was getting no oppportunities and ppl were getting trained who didnt even wanna be trained and I was jus left behind, that in like 1 day he can give me this huge opportunity. And the next morning I led again. It was so random everywhere I walked ppl were like, "beth come get your guitar! come join us! play us some songs!" etc etc. I was like wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know this isn't like a huge thing, like its' not like i'm being a co-leader at church or trained up or anything, but at least I've been given this opportunity and practice and confidence boost that God so knew that I really needed. I just look forward to the future and hope God can give me the patience, heart and skill to see this out and to be reccognised as wanting to be a leader.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-114087068225270686?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/114087068225270686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/114087068225270686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-led-worship.html' title='I led worship!!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113991582784924880</id><published>2006-02-14T22:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T22:17:31.196+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonnet 29</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I all alone beweep my outcast state,&lt;br /&gt;And trouble deaf Heaven with my bootless cries, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And look upon myself, and curse my fate, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Featur'd like him, like him with friends possess'd, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;With what I most enjoy contented least: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Haply I think on thee,--and then my state &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Like to the lark at break of day arising &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That then I scorn to change my state with kings."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Sonnet 29&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(this is like one of my most favouritist shakespeare things.. and i have a lot of favourites!) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yay it was Valentine's Day. School felt slightly more festive than usual. (and for all you Davo people - thats prolly like completley "non-festive" on your terms seeing as a) we have no boys at school and b) our school doesnt endorse stuff like V. Day assemblies and rose deliveries etc) I made Valentines CupCakes for my Peer Support girls. They are all like sooo gorgoeous I love them all! :) So excited to have them for a whole term. The cakes were so cute they had pink icing and little edible hearts and kisses on the top.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Jane got a "special delivery" from Demitrius (aka. the afters incident guy :P) which was cute and we had a Pink Party at recess and Mr O'Brien spent the whole night before picking out the pink, red and white jellybeans from his paint tin full of all colours to give to our class :) And Miss Shanahan gave us chockies as well and Lauren as per usual was like "blah blah I hate Valentines.. so commercial" Lol good 'ol Lauren. And I gave mel a rose and cupcakes and she gave me some really yummy Max Brenner chocolates yum yum. And I fully felt like sick by the end of the day from so much food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Well's idea of a Valentines present was to "give" us a shakespearean sonnet. Which basically means we have to write it out off the board then analyse it argh. So she gave us Sonnet 18. And Charli wrote me a card in Art saying I was the love of her life. Which is like so true Cha. Then she didnt' wanna dance so Gemma and I did instead. it was joyous! :P I had Extension after school which was the biggest drag ever then Ben picked me up and we went to Sorlie Road Massage Place and got a professional massage which was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went back to my place to get ready and in my room on my bed was a bunch of roses and some love heart chocolates as well as some of those Baci ones and a sweet card :) Then we went out to dinner at "On Shore" or whatever it was called in Dee Why which was really nice it was like a Valentines Special Menu and we got roses and chocolates on our tables and we went all out and got Entrees and Mains and Cocktails and Desserts and it was awesome :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm home and just realised I missed the O.C which SUCKS! Did anyone tape it i fully forgot?? I would love to borrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the end story is I'm just happy I had like an AWESOME Valentines for the first time ever= no crying myself to sleep for like the millionth year in a row! Lol.. (ok mayb thats a bit of an overexaduration.. just feeling depressed and lonely on V. Day more like it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy Valentines! I love you all xx&lt;br /&gt;Beth&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thou art more lovely and more temperate: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And summer's lease hath all too short a date: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And every fair from fair sometime declines, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But thy eternal summer shall not fade, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When in eternal lines to time thou growest; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So long lives this, and this gives life to thee."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Sonnet 18&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(this is Mrs Well's fave sonnet. Personally I think my one is much better!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113991582784924880?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113991582784924880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113991582784924880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/02/sonnet-29_14.html' title='Sonnet 29'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113920352846609209</id><published>2006-02-06T16:11:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T16:25:28.480+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute.</title><content type='html'>Well I've been wanting to blog about this for a while. But honestly, I don't know exactly what I want to say. I think oulets are good, and I suppose writing about it is as much a good outlet as crying is. You've prolly guessed what I'm talking bout by now, and you'll all know about it. Shant's death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't talk bout the details becuase it's well known by now; millions of versions are going around. Mum was Shant's Yr 6 teacher last year, and we found out on Saturday morning that he had died the night before. I was awoken by Mum crying. It's just such a tragedy. But Anika and I were talking about it last night, and we realised that even through all the sadness and tears and grief that there is something we can learn from this experience. That life is temporary, that we shouldn't waste time worrying what people will think about if we talk to them about God, becuase life is just so short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I found out, I was driving to work and I passed a church sign saying "Jesus, everything else is temporary" and it just really hit me for the first time. We walk around thinking we're immune and that it can "never happen to us" but we really need to realise that nothing is solid and we can't rely on anything except God. Even ourselves. Becuase one day it can all be taken away. We need to be bold in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this tragedy has affected the whole community. I pray that everyone will be in peace and know that Shant is in heaven. I pray we have the strength to gain some truth from this, and to stay strong in our journey. And if you need some prayer, there are lots of people here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are just some lyrics from a song called "Hide and Seek" (it was played on the season finale of OC Season 2, you might know it) that I listened to straight after I found out, so they've kind of stuck. But they're beautiful in their own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Where are we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What the hell is going on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The dust has only just begun to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Crop circles in the carpet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sinking, feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Spin me around again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And rub my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; This can't be happening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When busy streets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A mess with people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Would stop to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Their heads heavy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; The sweeping insensitivity of this still life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113920352846609209?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113920352846609209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113920352846609209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/02/tribute.html' title='A Tribute.'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113850977564065308</id><published>2006-01-29T15:21:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T15:42:55.653+11:00</updated><title type='text'>G'day Y'all</title><content type='html'>Well I'm back in Aus finally and it feels soo great to be home! I actually got back on Friday morning, but have been lazy and not been bothered to blog! I actually didn't feel as jetlagged as I thought I would getting off the plane in Australia, I was just like so so happy to get home. And Ben's b'day present got through customs - I was so happy bout that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plane flight home was pretty bad becuase I was sick for like 9 out of the 15 hours. And it was pretty turbulent at times. They made us sit down heaps cuase it was too dangerous to stand up. I had these sharp pains in my stomach - like somone stabbing me with a knife and they didnt go away for so so long. And before I got on the plane I had all my nice, new clothes on and I had just ordered a caramalatte from a coffee place and took a sip and placed by boiling hot cup of coffee on the table next to me and... of course, my clumsy brother michael knocks the WHOLE cup of coffee of me, drenching the whole of my skirt and jacket and top AND undies and giving me red burn marks down my leg. it was NOT pleasant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'll fill you in on my last 2 days in L.A!&lt;br /&gt;Well the tour with Anne was like the best thing I have ever done in my entire life! It doesn't help that I like fully love "Charmed" where she works as well! (Oh and I accidently got it wrong - she works at Paramount Pictures not Universal Studios!)&lt;br /&gt;So we arrived there and she took us in and showed us the girls trailers and the wardrobe trailer where she showed us all the costumes the girls were wearing tomorrow and i was like argh and took lots of pics!&lt;br /&gt;THEN she took us backstage into all the sets, while they were filming even!, and I got to take pictures of the attic and the rooms etc etc. And then she introduced me to some people and everyone was so nice and I felt like so important i was like argh lol! And then the makup lady took me into the makeup van, and showed me all these personal pictures of Rose McGowan and Alyssa Milano and Holly Marie Combs and then she did my makeup for me, and then GAVE ME the lipgloss that she'd used on the girls to keep! And I was like akfjbsakfjbejgigbergjber! it was the best thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went on the actual organised tour of the whole Paramount Pics and I was like Boring! I;m more imporatnat than this! Lol..&lt;br /&gt;The next day was our last day and we went to the Museum of Intolerance and I randomly got like caught up in this school group (so i was like on their school tour and answering "groupwork" questions with them) it was so funny. Cause I was like their age and they dont't wear uniform so I fully blended in. Hehe.. then we went to the Getty Centre which is like a museum which was boring! Then we went home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay that's my trip all wrapped up in a nutshell! And I am SOO happy to be home I've missed everyone so much! And unfortunatley I;ve gotta go back to school on Wednesday! :'( (Tuesday for musical prac aswell) Damn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, love you all!&lt;br /&gt;Beth xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113850977564065308?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113850977564065308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113850977564065308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/01/gday-yall.html' title='G&apos;day Y&apos;all'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113806116764507949</id><published>2006-01-24T11:04:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T11:36:10.166+11:00</updated><title type='text'>L.A - The City Of Boulevards</title><content type='html'>well I've arrived in L.A, our final destination before (finally) home! We spent yesterday driving to Santa Monica following our cousins, Ann, Terry and their daughter Cassie. Cassie has just turned 4 and she's blonde and o cute. she's talks and talks and talks and has the cutest llittle american accent! i speak with an american accent to her so she can understand me (i find that litlle kids have trouble doing that) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in our very small hotel room (we all sleep in the same room) and then went over to Ann's house where we walked down the block and went out to dinner at *shudder* Mexican..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IIt's my birthday today so even thouh we had a terrible night last night - i didnt sleep at all- cause dad was throwng up for hours, we still went to O.C. Then we went shopping on 3rd Street Promenade where i bought myself somebday presents. O.C was nice, we walked down Newport Beach + Pier n bought some memorailia. It was a beautiful day 2day, 77 degrees! In themiddle of winter as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow anne"s taking us to Charmed where she works as a costumer (in Universal Studios) n giving us a behind th scenes tour! How exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day is our last day and we're catching th plane on Wed at 10pm (5pm Thu aus time) and I'll arrive in Syd airport at 8am Friday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all then! Missing you, &lt;br /&gt;Beth xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113806116764507949?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113806116764507949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113806116764507949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/01/la-city-of-boulevards.html' title='L.A - The City Of Boulevards'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113789354550430415</id><published>2006-01-22T12:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T12:32:25.520+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Settling down with my Lexus and mansion..</title><content type='html'>Well I'm in Santa Barabara atm, currently staying at the exclusive Birnham Woods Golf Club place that only members can stay at, but we're allowed to cause Uncle John is a member. It's ab. beautiful here. So far this is my favourite place of all! It is so so so gorgeous here, honestly. It's not scuzzy and dirty and sleazy at all. Trees line the sides of the roads and make little shelters that lights creep through, all the houses are huge. Starting prices for anything here are $3million (and thats a minimum) This has been my favourite place to be at out of all my destinations (Florida, California, Arizona, Nevada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People drive around in their Lexuses, Bentleys, Porches and Ferraris. It's so upperclass. We are visting relatives here (my Great Uncle John and some cousins) and all our meals (breakfast, lunch and dinner) are eaten in private dining rooms. This morning we had valet parking. Ellen (dont know how she's related to me - her hsband is uncle johns son) is really really nice and beutiful and young looknig even though shes 40. (everyone round here is beautiful - its seriously like the O.C has come to life and I'm living in it!) Cause its my bday in like 2 days (1 day in Aus) she took me on a shopping spree down the Santa Monica Boulevard, going to all the designer shops. She was like my own personal dresser and stylist. She picked out all these beautiful outfits for me so I have lots of lovely new clothes now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The service in all the shops is really good becuause everyone assumes you're rich and are gonna buy heaps of things! So you get all these shop assisstants grabbing a million things to match to an outfit and they fully help you out, giving you advice, gettting you different sizes, doing everything! And at the restaurants, your drink is never empty, your every need is looked after, its just amazing. There is a beautiful beach lining the whole of this neighbourhood, its the one that continues down through Orange County and Laguna Beach. This whole western strip is basically one big connection, and everything down here is like this. Actually I think Montecito (Santa Monica) is actually nicer than O.C (but I haven't been there yet, so I'll update you on my opinion once I get there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle John and Aunty Marny have a really nice house (it's actually a small one because they sold their big mansion in Orange County (oh its great to have rich relatives!)) and Ellen and Jack with their two 5-yr-old twin boys, Ian and Jens, left this afternoon. Atm we have John's daughter over with her daughter and we're having dinner with them tonight. I'm gonna take some videos of the room I'm staying in cause it's sooo nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry bout lack of pics btw, I can't get them on the computer! Anyway I must be off asap cause we're about to leave for dinner! I hope I've described this place well enough and painted the picture that I was trying to paint. Cause this place is indescribable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we drive to Santa Barbara (which is furthur down the west coast) were we stay for the next couple of days, then L.A for 4 days then home! So I hope you're all having a wonderful time back at home, see you soon for the last 4 days of holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love from (posh) Beth&lt;br /&gt;Off in my Lexus I go..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113789354550430415?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113789354550430415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113789354550430415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/01/settling-down-with-my-lexus-and.html' title='Settling down with my Lexus and mansion..'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113789273951839856</id><published>2006-01-22T12:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T12:18:59.533+11:00</updated><title type='text'>7th Wonder of the World</title><content type='html'>Well since I last blogged we went to the Grand Canyon! It was absolutley beautiful there, even though it took a 15hour bus ride to get there and back! Overall we travelled 600miles (which is 1000kms) both ways. It was freezing once we got there late afternoon, and the sun wasn't out (obviously) so the rocks didnt look as beautiful as they usually do when the sun is shining and sparkling off them! Seeing as we spent most of the day travelling and not much of the day looking, there isn't much to talk about on that subject (to my mothers dismay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went OUTLET SHOPPING!! Which I have been looking forward to since I found out about this trip! We spent all day there, from about 10am to 6pm and I got tons of clothes (mainly Tommy Hilfiger things) a Zippo lighter, an iTrip and some shoes (including cowboy boots) Then at night we went to a dinner show that was like Medieval ppl performing. And for some strange reason there were men in leather underpants there. Ok random. I'll blame it on Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we drove all the way through the boring Mojave Desert to get to California, Santa Barbara, Monticeto! Don't know if I'll have time to talk about that, my internet time is limited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing you all,&lt;br /&gt;Beth xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113789273951839856?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113789273951839856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113789273951839856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/01/7th-wonder-of-world.html' title='7th Wonder of the World'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113754658199786047</id><published>2006-01-18T11:37:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T12:09:42.226+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Vegas - "Puts the Sin in Sin City"</title><content type='html'>Well here I am again folks, blogging from... (world first) MY TV! Yes apparently they've invented Internet on the TV now, much to my surprise. And it only costs $6.95 for 2 hours or $9.95 for 24 hours continuous. Which si much cheaper than the business center in my hotel (MGM Grand) which is $5 for the first 5 minutes then 70c per minute after that. I nearly choked on my own surprise when they told me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have arrived in (as Seth famously called it) "The Vegas"&lt;br /&gt;Although Seth said, "I looove the Vegas", and Beth thinks she doesn't really love the Vegas. As I saw in a billboard advertisement, "Vegas puts the Sin in Sin City" -- for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with a 2.30am wake up call from Disneyworld. We then had to be ready and picked up by 3.20am, where we were transported at 4am to the airport. It was a public holiday cause it was Martin Luther King Jr Day (useless piece of info but thought I'd share it with you anyway) We had to hang around the airport for 2 hours before our flight. Dad insisted we take all our spare snacks from Disneyworld we didnt use (we were on a Dining Plan and recieved 5 snacks a day - many of which we didnt eat) so I felt very common eating out of a paper bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had our first flight. 2.5 hours to Dallas, Texas. I was there for all of 2 hours and I discovered that Texas is big, flat, dry, and full of cowboys. It also happens to be the fattest state in the world, and so I wasn't surprised when all the Burger Kings and Maccas were full at 8am. Then we got ull at 8am. Then we got on our second flight to Vegas. It was a terrible flight, really really turbulent. Not to mention I was so so tired. By the end of the day I'd been up for nearly 22hrs (the early rise and travel makes it worse) and we were all bickering and I just wanted to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we arrived in The Vegas none-the-less and our hotel is really really nice which is good. It's posh, which is a contrast to the rest of Vegas. We have two rooms interconnecting rooms with really nice beds with feather pillows and marble ensuites. its freezing here, 40 degrees farenheit, which is about 4 degrees celcius. We had to force ourselves to stay awake, so we had lunch and dinner and explored the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel doubles as casino so there are slot machines everywhere you go. Across the road is the New York New York hotel which we went shopping in and it has a roller coaster surroundiog it (about 5 hotels here do) it also has a Coyote Ugly bar, which I wanted to go into. Damn the stupid over-21 law. I can pass as 18, but not 21...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my first bunch of dancing bar girls, at a bar in our hotel. Hehe it looked really fun and they were actually good dancers. It wasnt too sleazy so I wasn't repulsed and hadnt really seen the bad side of Vegas yet. There is also a lion enclosure in the hotel, which is really sad. it makes me feel sorry for the lions who are trapped in thes glass enclosure with people looking at them all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day (today) Mum and Dad decided they wanted to take us around to see some of the casinos, so we caught the newly-installed mono-rail. We ended up at Circus Circus, after getting off at the Hilton and walking around for 30mins trying to find our way. Vegas is really dirty and yuck. On evry street we had to walk past porno vending machines and sidewalks littered with alcohol bottles. There are bums lying on the street and dust everywhere (seeing we are in the middle of the desert) Its so weird cause it's like city, and then you turn your head and you're surrounded by rocks. It's kind of dead in the day but there are still alcoholics and druggies walking around drinking and loading up and provocative signs flashing everywhere. It's nice in the hotels but once you actually get out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway we ended up at Circus Circus whichwas really bad. It was grotty and smelt like smoke. Mum wanted to take us there cause it used to be really nice when she last came but apparently now it wasnt. So we attempted to leave but the boys kept on complaining they were hungry and Dad wanted to go on a rollercoaster on the top of a building. So we finally got out and Dad made us trudge all the way to the ride and we were all angry and bickering along the way. We got there and Dad realised you had to pay to get there so said "I didnt ever wanna go here" and started to blame us all and it was all messy. So he eneded up leaving us and we went and got lunch. He's still sulking now and I'm back at the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going Grand Canyon 2moz so I'm hoping it will be better, Get out of the scum. Then the next day is our last day where we are picking up the car and going to the bhiggest factory outlet store in the world! Woohoo, I'm so excited bout shopping. Oh we saw an iPod vending machine today. Twas quite funny. I took a photo :) Then we're spending a day driving through the desert to get to L.A. Then 4 days there then I'm home again! Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and tonight we're going on a limosuine tour :) I'm very excited bout that! :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love, don't know when I'll next get access, and prolly won't have time again in Vegas. Thanks for your emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113754658199786047?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113754658199786047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113754658199786047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/01/vegas-puts-sin-in-sin-city.html' title='The Vegas - &quot;Puts the Sin in Sin City&quot;'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113718620834543839</id><published>2006-01-14T07:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T08:03:28.360+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay I'm back online! Mum agreed to pay for my blogging=affording access is no longer a problem! I've been in a dreamy mood today- we had our first day doing absolutley nothing and it was great. I strolled down to this little beach/lake thing where the sand is like WHITE and so nice and lay on a hammock and read "Glamour" magazine which was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I'll update you sicne my last blog. After I got off the computers last time Dad and I went down to the little coffee/bar place in the Contemporary and we made a new friend called Jorge. He was really nice and we talked for like an hour and a half as we waited for Mum and the boys to meet us. He even gave us free drinks! :) I felt REALLY sick that night from all the disgusting food we'd been eating and we had ANOTHER character dinner (which I am really getting over by now) so I didn't eat I just sat there, and sat in the bathroom feeling sick (not that I ever throw up anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went to Downtown Dinsey, which is basically just a shopping place. The only stuff I've bought so far are 2 T-shirts for me, and 2 DVD's (which I hope work in Aus! Does anyone know if Region 1 DVD's are compatible?) Exorcism of Emily Rose and Mean Girls (cause it was cheap) Narnia isn't out yet which was sad cause I was really hoping it was so I could buy it!! Went to Cirque du Soleil that night what was absolutley fabulous! The people are amazing, it's really realyl worht going to see! In Downtown Disney we found this store which sold  toffee apples but like customised ones. So you could have ones covered in chocolate or caramel with nuts or lollies or whatever u wanted. they were so awesome. or as Mrs Boshier woul say "Divine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day we went to MGM Studios - which is just like Movieworld in QLD really! The best bit was this roller coaster we went on. Except I hated the start bit. It accelerates from 0-60miles per hour in 2.8 seconds!! Let me tell you tyou definatley feel it! Our dinner was the best though. We went to this drive in movie place. Where the tables where u eat dinenr are actually cars with mini tables instyalled and u watch clips from old movies. it was so so great :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got 2 more days left after today then we're heading off to Vegas. I'm kinda glad to leave here because I personally think that 10 days are too long!~! Even though it is heaps of fun! it's my birthday in 10 days (or 11 if ur in Aus cause of time difference) which I'm not really looking forward 2 but yeah watev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everyone, what with no contact and all. Can't wait to get back but still haveing a great time here! Love you all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113718620834543839?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113718620834543839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113718620834543839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/01/yay-im-back-online-mum-agreed-to-pay.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113693095084176031</id><published>2006-01-11T08:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T09:09:10.890+11:00</updated><title type='text'>expensive access</title><content type='html'>Ok I've gotta be quick, the internet here is sooo expensive. Cause I'm in Disneyworld, and it's $10 per 15minutes. Gosh its riduculous! Anyway, it took us over 30 hours to get 2 the U.S, 3 plane flights and 2 buses to get there. SO we were pretty dead after. It's true about how fat people are here, it's like every second person is obese. It's the saddest to see the children. Last night we went to this revue thing and they served us buckets of fried chicken and ribs. Literally in buckets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will probably be the only time I can afford internet until maybe I get to the airport or get to Las Vegas back into the non-magical world. Our first day we went to Magic Kingdom and it's absolutley beautiful. The big castle you see in all the pictures overlooks the whole place. At night there was this huge parade and they put fireworks on every night. It costs them $35,000 per night in all the fireworks they have. Our first day was huge, we went on heaps of rides but couldnt do it all cause the whole place is seriously huge! My fave ride was this Space Mountain one which is a huge roller coaster but it's inside this huge dome and so it's all balck with stars and yeah it's really awesome. We had a dinner at a character restaurant, so people in like Mikey, Pooh, Tigger etc. suits jump around and say Hi. Mum thinks its cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole of DisneyWorld is gigantic. Like it's hard to fathom. It's 15mins from one side of our RESORT to the other, and you can travel for over an hour on a bus to get around the whole of DisneyWorld. It takes up a huge portion of Orlando let me tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day we went to Epcot. Was kinda alright-ish, until we went to the country side. They have like 10 countries where they make little worlds of the countries. So we went to dinner in France and it was the most gorgeous place I've ever seen, I felt like I was in France. And they had all their French people working there who spoke French to us. It was really really magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Animal Kingdom where we went on a Safari. We had to get up so early that morning to go to this stupid character breakfast. And it was not worth it I felt sick the rest of the day. The breakfast was disgusting. They had Krispy Kremes and Pizza!! And this weird thing call biscuits and gravy, which was really like scones with a white sauce. Yuck. And I saw a BABY being fed a Krispy Kreme. I swear that's child abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just gotten back from Blizzard Beach which is a water park. Oh yeah the first 2 days here was tlike a cold snap so it was sooo freezing, but its back to nice weather now thankfully. The water park was fun, but I'm in pain from the water slides, and all my brusies and red marks and cuts. To get to internet I have to travel for like 30mins on the bus so I prolly wont blog for like another week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop is a plane to Dallas, Texas, where I get another plane to Las Vegas. Then I will speak to you next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben I've already bought you a little present 4 valentines day :P I miss you so so much, it's been like 2 weeks already! :( Send me an email, send me a message, I'm missing not talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fare be well y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Beth xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113693095084176031?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113693095084176031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113693095084176031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/01/expensive-access.html' title='expensive access'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113650786315115075</id><published>2006-01-06T11:33:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T11:40:20.396+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Gate 10</title><content type='html'>I am currently at Gate 10 in Sydney's International Airport. It took us 2 hours to get through customs! It was seriously insane, lots of line waiting and annoyiong bag checking. It's under an hour until I get on the plane where I am in store for over 36 hours of travelling. I am seriously gonna be sick once I get to L.A/Miami/Disneyworld. The internet here is free atm which is really random but good. It's slow but yeah.. FREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this bottle of mini baileys. 200ml! It is so cute it's like a limited edition thing for only $5 but you have 2 spend $50 or more. I might get it if they have it in L.A. Or maybe just on the way back home. I got to talk to Ben last night for the first time in a week which was great :) He had to climb to the top of a mountain though and drive for like 20mins but we FINALLY (after much struggling) got enough reception to have an audible phone conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway I can't say much more till I actually get there! Should be boarding soon!&lt;br /&gt;Have fun back at home, I'll miss you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Beth xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S The keyboard has Asian characters underneath all the letters.. its so confusing! lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113650786315115075?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113650786315115075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113650786315115075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/01/gate-10.html' title='Gate 10'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113644478435882379</id><published>2006-01-05T18:08:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T18:07:42.420+11:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Eve 2005!</title><content type='html'>I decided that I'd quickly post the nye pictures before I left for America. Thanks to Mike... whom I took all the photos from! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/Beth%20attacks%20Ben.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/Beth%20attacks%20Ben.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm.. yeah I seem to be attacking Ben. He looks quite hideous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113644478435882379?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113644478435882379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113644478435882379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-years-eve-2005.html' title='New Years Eve 2005!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113644483380107134</id><published>2006-01-05T18:07:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T18:07:13.806+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/2006%21.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/2006%21.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to 2006!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113644483380107134?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113644483380107134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113644483380107134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/01/welcome-to-2006.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113644469736771630</id><published>2006-01-05T18:04:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T18:04:57.376+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/Courtney%20and%20random.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/Courtney%20and%20random.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney and someone who I don't know... hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113644469736771630?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113644469736771630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113644469736771630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/01/courtney-and-someone-who-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113644469520369765</id><published>2006-01-05T18:04:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T18:04:55.210+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/Bec%20and%20Chez.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/Bec%20and%20Chez.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bec and Chez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113644469520369765?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113644469520369765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113644469520369765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/01/bec-and-chez.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113644469092480348</id><published>2006-01-05T18:04:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T18:04:50.930+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/Chez.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/Chez.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chez looking... ummm.. interesting :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113644469092480348?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113644469092480348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113644469092480348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/01/chez-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113644467988680381</id><published>2006-01-05T18:04:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T18:04:39.886+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/Courtney%20and%20Lauren.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/Courtney%20and%20Lauren.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courntey and Lauren enjoying themselves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113644467988680381?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113644467988680381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113644467988680381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/01/courntey-and-lauren-enjoying.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113644467764826600</id><published>2006-01-05T18:04:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T18:04:37.653+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/Chez%2C%20Heather%2C%20Carmen%20and%20Karen.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/Chez%2C%20Heather%2C%20Carmen%20and%20Karen.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chez, Heather, Carmen and Karen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113644467764826600?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113644467764826600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113644467764826600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/01/chez-heather-carmen-and-karen.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113644463837289548</id><published>2006-01-05T18:03:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T18:03:58.376+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/Bec%20and%20Heather%20review%20pics.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/Bec%20and%20Heather%20review%20pics.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bec and Heather observing photos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113644463837289548?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113644463837289548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113644463837289548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/01/bec-and-heather-observing-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113644463181970314</id><published>2006-01-05T18:03:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T18:03:51.826+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/Chris%2C%20Karen%20and%20Heather.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/Chris%2C%20Karen%20and%20Heather.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris, Karen and Heather&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113644463181970314?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113644463181970314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113644463181970314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/01/chris-karen-and-heather.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113644459068671847</id><published>2006-01-05T18:03:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T18:03:10.686+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/Ewan.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/Ewan.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113644459068671847?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113644459068671847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113644459068671847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/01/ewan.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113644459009594880</id><published>2006-01-05T18:03:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T18:03:10.100+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/Riley%20and%20Heather.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/Riley%20and%20Heather.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather and Riley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113644459009594880?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113644459009594880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113644459009594880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/01/heather-and-riley.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113644458032637502</id><published>2006-01-05T18:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T18:03:00.330+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/Heather%20and%20Courtney.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/Heather%20and%20Courtney.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather and Courtney&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113644458032637502?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113644458032637502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113644458032637502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/01/heather-and-courtney.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113644457856669442</id><published>2006-01-05T18:02:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T18:02:58.570+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/Matt%20and%20Bec.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/Matt%20and%20Bec.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt and Bec&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113644457856669442?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113644457856669442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113644457856669442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/01/matt-and-bec.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113644457088014597</id><published>2006-01-05T18:02:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T18:02:50.886+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/Heather%20and%20Karen.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/Heather%20and%20Karen.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather and Karen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113644457088014597?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113644457088014597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113644457088014597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/01/heather-and-karen.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113644455373467323</id><published>2006-01-05T18:02:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T18:02:33.740+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/Kristen.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/Kristen.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113644455373467323?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113644455373467323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113644455373467323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/01/kristen.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113644454689425695</id><published>2006-01-05T18:02:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T18:02:26.900+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/Kristen%2C%20Rach%20and%20Katie.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/Kristen%2C%20Rach%20and%20Katie.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen, Rach and Katie (looks like they're tellin girly secrets :P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113644454689425695?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113644454689425695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113644454689425695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/01/kristen-rach-and-katie-looks-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113644452418213723</id><published>2006-01-05T18:02:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T18:02:04.186+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/Max%20and%20Rach.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/Max%20and%20Rach.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max and Rach looking comfy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113644452418213723?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113644452418213723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113644452418213723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/01/max-and-rach-looking-comfy.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113644450970591225</id><published>2006-01-05T18:01:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T18:01:49.710+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/Matt%20and%20Bec%202.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/Matt%20and%20Bec%202.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt and Bec get frisky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113644450970591225?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113644450970591225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113644450970591225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/01/matt-and-bec-get-frisky.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113644449275054660</id><published>2006-01-05T18:01:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T18:01:32.806+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/Tanya.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/Tanya.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanya looking lovely&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113644449275054660?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113644449275054660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113644449275054660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/01/tanya-looking-lovely.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113644446898265989</id><published>2006-01-05T18:01:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T18:01:08.990+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/Sunset%201.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/Sunset%201.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113644446898265989?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113644446898265989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113644446898265989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/01/sunset.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113644446487883454</id><published>2006-01-05T18:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T18:01:04.883+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/Riley%20lookin%20aussie.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/Riley%20lookin%20aussie.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Riley is back! Still looking completley aussie after god knows how long in the UK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113644446487883454?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113644446487883454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113644446487883454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/01/and-riley-is-back-still-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113644436953028171</id><published>2006-01-05T17:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T17:59:29.536+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/Sunset%202.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/Sunset%202.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset! awww..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113644436953028171?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113644436953028171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113644436953028171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/01/sunset-awww.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113627994798866778</id><published>2006-01-03T20:18:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T20:19:08.003+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss Ben. 25 days left till I can see him again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113627994798866778?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113627994798866778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113627994798866778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-miss-ben.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113626835067439645</id><published>2006-01-03T16:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T17:05:50.686+11:00</updated><title type='text'>here comes the aeroplane</title><content type='html'>Well I'm leaving for America on Friday! This Friday at 12.30 I will be catching the plane to L.A. Kinda scary. But yeah.. this blog will kinda turn into my overseas blog. So if you all wanna know what I'm getting up to etc. just tune in and find out. Oh and if you want to contact me you'll need to msg +1412213506 (costs about 35c per msg (depending on ur network)) but don't call cause it's too expensive. In case you wanted to know here's a little overview of my intinery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday 06 -  Plane to L.A (stop-over for 2 hours - approx. 30hr plane flight)&lt;br /&gt;                   -  Plane to Miami (like 15hr flight)&lt;br /&gt;                   - Bus to Orlando, Disneyworld! (4hr car drive)&lt;br /&gt;(AND ALL THAT'S STILL ON FRIDAY 6TH! :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm spending 10 days in Disneyworld (not to be confused with DisneyLAND, DisneyWORLD is like 10 times bigger, its seriously huge!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm flying to Las Vegas! Apparently our flight back to Las Vegas is now schedualed to stop-off in Dallas= I can now also visit the fattest state in the world!! Woo! In Las Vegas we're staying in a hotel where its like a mini New York and a rollercoaster takes you around to your room. I'll be there for about a week and visiting Grand Canyon while there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then hiring a car and driving ALL the way back to L.A where we shall visit my super rich uncle (eh'xcelent, he pays for stuff.. he's a retired federal judge in U.S and won gold in Olympics couple of times for swimming=loaded!) in Santa Barbara and possibly some more relatives in Fresno. Then it is my birthday (so far we're up to the 23rd (sorry bout lack of dates) ) and mum said I can go wherever I want to sooo.. I'm gonna go to Tijuana (TJ- where they went in OC) which is in Mexico (it has lots of cool markets and nice beach etc) then gonna go to OC Newport Beach (where the aforementioned rich uncle used to live!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I shall be jetting home on another long long flight! Oh and also somewhere along the way we are going to the biggest factory outlet store in the world (it has like 5 hotels INSIDE it! :O) :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113626835067439645?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113626835067439645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113626835067439645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/01/here-comes-aeroplane.html' title='here comes the aeroplane'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113608102084651620</id><published>2006-01-01T13:02:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T13:07:46.746+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"When you're perfect you can judge"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why God is the best judge.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think Christians forget that a bit too often. Don't judge people support them. It's between God and the person. Including the reasons why they do/did what they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok yes that was kinda random.&lt;br /&gt;On a different note: happy new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113608102084651620?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113608102084651620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113608102084651620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2006/01/when-youre-perfect-you-can-judge-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113600200417461999</id><published>2005-12-31T14:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T15:06:44.186+11:00</updated><title type='text'>the end.</title><content type='html'>Well I suppose I should blog- it being the last one for 2005 and all.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. but I don't really have much to say.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I could list my year in review and do all that jazz but I don't know if I could be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll just say some gpood/bad things that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; Ben asked me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Choreographed and danced a contemporary duet to "Dare You To Move" at my school performing arts night and it looked beautiful :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sickest I've ever been before - started coughing up blood&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Passed my SC when I thought I was gonna fail (band 6 for English, Band 5 for everything else)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dropped Science and Advanced Maths - never again!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Made lots of new friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was in a car crash&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to Taste Of Chaos!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cried a lot lol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And I can't be bothered to think of any more even though there are heaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113600200417461999?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113600200417461999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113600200417461999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2005/12/end.html' title='the end.'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113581886860299810</id><published>2005-12-29T12:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T12:14:28.613+11:00</updated><title type='text'>let's say it again.. with bitterness..</title><content type='html'>Optus sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113581886860299810?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113581886860299810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113581886860299810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2005/12/lets-say-it-again-with-bitterness.html' title='let&apos;s say it again.. with bitterness..'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113505664235866403</id><published>2005-12-20T16:23:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T16:30:42.370+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would say congrats to Howie and Jenny on their &lt;a href="http://thehowie.net/"&gt;engagement&lt;/a&gt; but everyone's done it so I'll just say: Power On!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've been working so much lately. 5 days last week, 6 days this week. Oh well at least I'll hopefully make back all the money I spent on Xmas this year. Doesn't feel like Xmas but I'm glad its coming soon becuase then it will be over and all this stress and business will be over! Yay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally digging this song at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Taste The Poison" - Story Of The Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's the same old story&lt;br /&gt;I've seen it all too many times&lt;br /&gt;It's the fall from glory&lt;br /&gt;that makes you feel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place your needle to the record, stab it down&lt;br /&gt;it feels good to be the one to break the skin&lt;br /&gt;so look at me now, look at me now, yeah&lt;br /&gt;you're face down, tell yourself you're happy once again&lt;br /&gt;right now you need this more than anything&lt;br /&gt;but it's never enough, never enough for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's the same old story&lt;br /&gt; I've seen it all too many times&lt;br /&gt; It's the fall from glory&lt;br /&gt; that makes you feel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know the hardest truth can flow like water now&lt;br /&gt;break down, the moment that it touches your mouth&lt;br /&gt;so place your lips against the bottle, take it down&lt;br /&gt;it feels good to lose control of everything&lt;br /&gt;but I wasn't mysself, I wasn't myself she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone feel? Can anyone see?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, can anyone taste the posion we need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113505664235866403?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113505664235866403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113505664235866403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-would-say-congrats-to-howie-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113436116777303405</id><published>2005-12-12T15:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T15:20:37.693+11:00</updated><title type='text'>oh jamie - maybe i'll just fall in love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These are the times of love and meaning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ice of the heart melted away, and found the light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These are the days of endless dreaming,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Troubles of life are floatin' away like a bird of flight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes when the nights are closing early,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I remember you and I start to smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These are the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mmm.. summer. Mmm.. Jamie Cullum.&lt;br /&gt;We played his album at the last Kids Club; it just made me feel so nostalgic and dreamy and peaceful which is exactly what I feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all by myself though. Ben's away at Foster (I was gonna go but can't get there anymore) majority of my school friends are in Vietnam helping orphans and my church friends are still at school. But today was good. Woke up late, listened to music, lay in the sun, swam. Then I get to dance tonight. I shall now make myself a tasty mango smoothie. I love fruit.&lt;br /&gt;Oooo.. here comes the double bass :)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113436116777303405?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113436116777303405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113436116777303405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-jamie-maybe-ill-just-fall-in-love.html' title='oh jamie - maybe i&apos;ll just fall in love.'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113421072191073477</id><published>2005-12-10T21:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T21:32:01.920+11:00</updated><title type='text'>oh the drama.</title><content type='html'>Yes readers, you've all been waiting for it.. and now its finally arrived.&lt;br /&gt;I was in my 1st* car accident!&lt;br /&gt;And now I have whiplash (ouch it hurts :( ) and the back of Ben's car is all smashed.&lt;br /&gt;No I was not driving (woohoo... still beating Mel's record!) and no Ben was not driving (to the surprise of my mother) but Ben's Mum was!&lt;br /&gt;It was very dramatic.. we were driving along Wakehurst Pkway, along CCC and Oxford Falls and ducks were crossing the road. A car had already stopped for the ducks, so Vicki drove around the car (thinking it had like broken down or something) Ben was the only one who had seen the ducks, and he was saying "Mum, ducks, there are ducks.." then screamed "STOP DUCKS!" just as we were about to hit them. So we slammed on the brakes and sat there for one second (while I was terriffied we'd killed the ducks (it was a whole family! with lots of babies!) until someone smashed up behind into us. It was very dramatic.. and it hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was kinda fun waiting on the side of the road with bystanders "ooing" and "aaahing" and acting all serious calling insurance companies etc etc. The poor woman who smashed into us was so shaken and was like crying saying "this was my first accident" Poor thing she was quite worked up. Now I can add this to my list of firsts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion? My neck hurts. I am SO claiming a remedial massage.. eh'xcelent..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* Well 1st if you dont count running into a kangaroo. Which I do count. But saying 1st just makes it seem more dramatic.. who can blame me for trying ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113421072191073477?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113421072191073477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113421072191073477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-drama.html' title='oh the drama.'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113325287868621263</id><published>2005-11-29T20:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T19:37:59.133+11:00</updated><title type='text'>TASTE OF CHAOS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/beth%20pose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/beth%20pose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so here it is; what I promised (espescially to Cathy :P) my punk pictures of Taste Of Chaos concert! Well this here is me as a punk! Probably once only appearance.. even though I sometimes now wear different stripy socks, and I bought some pink Chucks, and have some band Tees.. lol eh. Ok well enjoy, I'll post all the rest underneath these.. feel free to comment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113325287868621263?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113325287868621263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113325287868621263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2005/11/taste-of-chaos.html' title='TASTE OF CHAOS!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113325475314683330</id><published>2005-11-29T19:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T19:59:13.146+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/happy%20group.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/happy%20group.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us looking happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113325475314683330?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113325475314683330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113325475314683330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2005/11/us-looking-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113325471577937774</id><published>2005-11-29T19:58:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T19:58:35.783+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/stage%207.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/stage%207.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stage and lights!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113325471577937774?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113325471577937774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113325471577937774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2005/11/stage-and-lights.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113325468761024794</id><published>2005-11-29T19:58:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T19:58:07.610+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/mosh%203.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/mosh%203.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mosh goes crazy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113325468761024794?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113325468761024794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113325468761024794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2005/11/mosh-goes-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113325467391337375</id><published>2005-11-29T19:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T19:57:53.913+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/mosh%201.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/mosh%201.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the concert... the mosh is filling up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113325467391337375?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113325467391337375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113325467391337375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2005/11/before-concert.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113325457805458141</id><published>2005-11-29T19:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T19:56:18.060+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/pretty%20lights%201.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/pretty%20lights%201.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a really cool picture of when everyone took out their mobiles and swayed back and forth with them during "On My Own" by The Used :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113325457805458141?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113325457805458141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113325457805458141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-is-really-cool-picture-of-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113325448750675453</id><published>2005-11-29T19:54:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T19:54:47.510+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/BULLPIT%21.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/BULLPIT%21.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can see this picture properly its of the bullpit that we were in in the mosh (Dan and Rob took all these pics on my camera for me seeing as they only had seat tickets)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113325448750675453?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113325448750675453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113325448750675453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2005/11/if-you-can-see-this-picture-properly.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113325444075297975</id><published>2005-11-29T19:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T19:54:00.760+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/long%20line%201.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/long%20line%201.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The line again.. all the hard work paid off though.. we got in the front mosh woo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113325444075297975?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113325444075297975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113325444075297975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2005/11/line-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113325441450330811</id><published>2005-11-29T19:53:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T19:53:34.513+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/long%20line2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/long%20line2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long line Ben and I were waiting in to get the in the front mosh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113325441450330811?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113325441450330811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113325441450330811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2005/11/long-line-ben-and-i-were-waiting-in-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113325440390152393</id><published>2005-11-29T19:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T19:53:23.910+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/superdome.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/superdome.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney Superdome! Where the concert was held.. (for all you non-Sydney-ites)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113325440390152393?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113325440390152393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113325440390152393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2005/11/sydney-superdome-where-concert-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113325430789258456</id><published>2005-11-29T19:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T19:51:48.403+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/emo%20robby.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/emo%20robby.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh these boys are silly.. Another photo taken by then with my camera while we were waiting in the massive line..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113325430789258456?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113325430789258456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113325430789258456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2005/11/gosh-these-boys-are-silly.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113325414276553740</id><published>2005-11-29T19:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T19:49:04.156+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/dan%20and%20rob%20are%20drugged.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/dan%20and%20rob%20are%20drugged.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan and Rob decide they will take a picture of themselves.. while they have stolen my camera when I'm not looking..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113325414276553740?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113325414276553740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113325414276553740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2005/11/dan-and-rob-decide-they-will-take.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113325385492470812</id><published>2005-11-29T19:44:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T19:44:14.930+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/emo%20group.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/emo%20group.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us looking "emo"... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113325385492470812?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113325385492470812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113325385492470812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2005/11/us-looking-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113325383479358046</id><published>2005-11-29T19:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T19:43:55.330+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/dans%20stripy%20arm.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/dans%20stripy%20arm.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo Dan's arm socks sure are sexy ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113325383479358046?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113325383479358046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113325383479358046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2005/11/ooo-dans-arm-socks-sure-are-sexy.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113325374434825476</id><published>2005-11-29T19:42:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T19:42:24.346+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/punk%20shoes.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/punk%20shoes.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo look at all our fun shoesies! Top ones are Robbys, to the right is Dan, at the bottom is me, and to the left are Ben's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113325374434825476?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113325374434825476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113325374434825476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2005/11/ooo-look-at-all-our-fun-shoesies-top.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113325366797371663</id><published>2005-11-29T19:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T19:41:07.980+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/rob%20pose.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/rob%20pose.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob chucks a debonaire pose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113325366797371663?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113325366797371663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113325366797371663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2005/11/rob-chucks-debonaire-pose.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113325360954064004</id><published>2005-11-29T19:40:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T19:40:09.546+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/dan%20pose.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/dan%20pose.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan's lovely "emo" pose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113325360954064004?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113325360954064004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113325360954064004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2005/11/dans-lovely-emo-pose.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113325360632083599</id><published>2005-11-29T19:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T19:40:06.326+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/bens%20strappies.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/bens%20strappies.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a close-up of Ben's strappies..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113325360632083599?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113325360632083599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113325360632083599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-heres-close-up-of-bens-strappies.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113325358236464762</id><published>2005-11-29T19:39:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T19:39:42.370+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20pose.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/400/ben%20pose.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took induvidual pictures of all of us before we left for the concert... here's ben's interesting pose.. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113325358236464762?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113325358236464762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113325358236464762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2005/11/we-took-induvidual-pictures-of-all-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113325259542579001</id><published>2005-11-29T19:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T19:23:15.446+11:00</updated><title type='text'>death</title><content type='html'>I am so dead. This last week of school is so busy and is dragging so much that I'm just like collapsing every night after I get home. I have this full rehearsal scheduale for this week (and performace for half of next: during my HOLIDAYS!! arggh...) and every thing on that scheduale I am involved in. I've also got lots of dance stuff for HMD and Musical: I am now an American cheerleader, wolf and a can-can dancer... lol :P It's fun yes, but very tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all this music stuff; Anglicare Assembly, Junior Prizegiving, Senior Prizegiving, Carol Night... arrrefndfjgkntdhjnrthj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh so good to vent frustration!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113325259542579001?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113325259542579001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113325259542579001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2005/11/death.html' title='death'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987258.post-113264463271569495</id><published>2005-11-22T18:28:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T18:30:32.726+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow.. I'm popular :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=bETH"&gt;the greatest thing on earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-style: italic;" class="example"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=bETH"&gt;wow beths so great! everyone loves her so much&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; (inspired by &lt;a href="http://jenga.footboot.net/"&gt;Jenny&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6987258-113264463271569495?l=bethsmeegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113264463271569495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6987258/posts/default/113264463271569495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsmeegos.blogspot.com/2005/11/wow_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019005449838950288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/103/1073/320/ben%20kissing%20beth.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
