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so this is me.
and this is my blog.
as it turns out, i don't wrie
here much anymore.
myspace and facebook took over.
im so lame.
fetishes
what you like
addictions: chicken schnitzel, sudoku + nerd stuff
zomg:
love:
wishlist
and i want: optimus prime.
and: justin timberlake.
and maybe: less lameness
Friday, September 02, 2005
tomorrow i am doing the unthinkable...
I am actually going to exercise! AH!
I was just watching Harry Potter as Angus told me that I could sleep in today, so I did, but seeing as though I haven't actually had a real sleep-in in some weeks, I found it quite a hard tast so I got up at 8.45 and then got some breakfast and started to watch Harry Potter and the Prizoner of Azkaban. So I was watching it and I got the usual rush when Harry spots Sirius in the bushes, and the usual laughs when the fat woman blows up, and the usual sigh of relief when the night-bus saves harry from... the dark. But something that wasn't usual, was my excitememnt when Harry first enters the Leaky Cauldren.
You see, there is a rather good looking and talented wizard in there reading a book and stirring his soup. I have NEVER noticed it before, but I don't know if it was the 4 hot chocolate shots I had for breakfast, or the odour coming from my dog, but something in me goes "hey, that dirty wizard looks just like Ian Brown" - so I looked through the credits and didn't see his name, or anyone else that could have been that character. So I came on to my trusty yet rusty computer and looked it up, and sure enough. Mr Brown is the dude in the leaky Couldren.

I think I might watch Harry Potter more often now.
Oh, and for those that have absolutely no idea what crack I'm smoking -
Ian Brown is the ex-lead singer of the 80's/90's band, the Stone Roses. He also sings one of my all time favourite songs, AND he is just super cool. (and super up himself, but so is Lisa - and we still love ehr to pieces!)
ALSO, tomorrow I am paddling 4km randomly down the Yarra for the Victorian Schools Downriver Kayaking Championships, so please, if you could direct all your flowers, and gifts of adoration to my home address, and NOT to me directly, as I wouldn't like to be bogged down. And could you all please refrain from throwing me bunches of flowers to me at the finish line, despite the attractiveness, it is actually quite distracting.
The same rules apply for the Slalom championships on Sunday.
- Em xoxo