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  <title>dam asians peeing on my lawn!!!</title>
  <subtitle>fuckin fuck!</subtitle>
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    <name>darryl</name>
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  <updated>2005-10-15T09:33:42Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dawall:10401</id>
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    <title>dawall @ 2005-10-15T18:52:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-15T09:33:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-15T09:33:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">rowing camp was pretty cool, we've all gotten better aqquanted with each other and the year 10s are finally starting to wise up and respect the skills we year 11s have. i actually spent alot of time sleeping, or at least lay down and have a few moments to myself.....to think and whatnot, i reckon its time that i learnt from my mistakes. and not just with my sport.     anyways i think its time i go catch up with a few of my original friends, the ones who accepted me back in the day when i was a fatty boomba.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dawall:10158</id>
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    <title>dawall @ 2005-09-19T17:18:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-19T08:06:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-19T08:06:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the verve-bittersweet symphany</lj:music>
    <content type="html">why the heck do i still fill this thingy m'bob out? &lt;br /&gt;i dont even kno if i exist nemore to sum people, meh i may as well do it neways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my weekends havs all been pretty much the same lately, work saturday all dang day then go home, or more likely to stuarts house to watch some foxtel or new movies that his dads gotten off the net, and if its good weather me and him go out and kill ourselves on his halfpipe-learning to skate agains pretty hard, especially when ur doin it in a pair of school shoes! anyways then sunday-my recovery day, i sleep in till like 10 oclock then usually go and help daddy with his crap in the garage, then he hauls my ass of down to training, then i get home and like sleep till dinner time-and then hw if im assed to do any. holy shit on saturday i was walkin home from work at like 6.30 and sum p-plater car followed me the whole way back! i was scared shitless! well halfway home the car passes me, stops at the kerb and like 3 of the checkout chicks from my work were in the car giglling there little asses off, and offering to drive me home! this was pretty wicked, seeing as i smelt like fish and shaved meat! haha worst thing is that i only got one of their names-kristal or sumthing i think.........they were also like tryin to kidnap me and take me to some party onb like the other side of town, i was like-maybe some other time......&lt;br /&gt;my little pocketbikes still fucked to the max, but i guess the less i ride it the less chances i have of gettin caught by the cops! finally gettin over this fuckin cold sum old bugger at meals on wheels gave me, hopefully now i can get back to gettin some proper ergo scores and put a smile back on van ruths face.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeh, failed my driving test, i was a nervous wreck and messed up on 2 of the manouvres, dang nammit!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dawall:9784</id>
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    <title>dawall @ 2005-09-12T22:28:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-12T13:08:42Z</published>
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    <content type="html">bugger how quick can shit turn around, i went to training expecting to be thrown into some shitty seat with the year 10s, but instead i was put in stroke seat! thats wicked shit to me! now all i gotta do is whip these other blokes into shape, bein the stroke of the winning head of the river 1st 8 looks pretty good to the state coaches. another bonus is that dave and lewis, like the 2 of the bestest guys i know will probably be rite behind me in the boat, the only prob will be that instead of lookin at the back of daves beefcake asian neck i'll have to be face to face with our little champion of a coxan james.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dawall:9619</id>
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    <title>dawall @ 2005-09-11T11:06:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-11T01:49:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-11T01:49:20Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">today im actually gonna go to my first proper training session! yep im actually gonna put my ass in a boat finally, i reckon itll be pretty funny for the guys to realise that the rower with the best ergo scores is actually pretty unexperianced in the boat, which kinda kills my chances of being stroke.  we had some copper come to our school on friday tryin to stop us from bein hoons in cars, he was pretty cool, turns out he collects muscle cars anyway and is a heaps good dirtbike rider, i stayed back and talked to him about bikes and racing for ages! but some of the shit he was sayin about car crashes and everything made heaps of sense, and i reckon that fuckin around in a car is nothin to me when i compare it to some of the riding we do in the club. and personally i'd rather crash my bike and only kill myself than crash a car and get my friends killed, at least the only person to blame is myself on the bike. so yeah my plans of gettin a hotted up v8 are becomin less and less of a reality.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dawall:9381</id>
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    <title>dawall @ 2005-09-05T23:10:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-05T14:10:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-05T14:10:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">* Starting Time: 11.13&lt;br /&gt;* Name On Birth Certificate: Darryl danger Stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Nicknames: dazza, stoney, dimebag&lt;br /&gt;* Net-Nicks/Alias:  &lt;br /&gt;* Starsign: sagitarius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* School: christian bros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Location: modbury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Email address: go get fucked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Hair colour: Blonde&lt;br /&gt;* Shoe Size: 13-14&lt;br /&gt;Brothers/Sisters: 1 sis&lt;br /&gt;* I live with: mum, dad, sis&lt;br /&gt;------------------HAVE YOU EVER------------------ &lt;br /&gt;* Missed school bcoz it was raining: no &lt;br /&gt;* Put a body part on fire for amusement: yeh (plus for other peoples amusement, ive riden a bike with its back wheel on fire)&lt;br /&gt;* Been in a car accident: countless bike accidents and yeh a few cars&lt;br /&gt;* Been hurt emotionally: yes, but its always my fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Kept a secret from everyone: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Had an imaginary friend: no&lt;br /&gt;* Cried during a Movie: yeh, monsters inc.&lt;br /&gt;* Ever thought an animated character was hot: poccohontas&lt;br /&gt;* Been on stage: no&lt;br /&gt;* Been sarcastic: yes&lt;br /&gt;*Smoked a ciggie: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------FAVORITES------------------ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Shampoo: whatever mums bought&lt;br /&gt;* Soap: whatevers in the shower&lt;br /&gt;* Fav colour/shade: blue&lt;br /&gt;* Car Company? holden&lt;br /&gt;* Summer/Winter: summer&lt;br /&gt;* Cartoon Characters: spider-man, stuey&lt;br /&gt;* Drink: Non alcoholic- water &lt;br /&gt;Alcoholic- carona&lt;br /&gt;*ice cream: choc&lt;br /&gt;*animal: - dogs&lt;br /&gt;*persons: true blue blokes&lt;br /&gt;* Girls name(s): zoe&lt;br /&gt;Boys name(s): phelonious&lt;br /&gt;* Chick Movie Star: paris hilton&lt;br /&gt;* Guy movie star: johnny depp and jude law&lt;br /&gt;* TV show: family guy, simpsons &lt;br /&gt;*Sound: the sound of my bike flyin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Smell: the beech, &lt;br /&gt;*Band: thursday, shihad, fity cent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------RIGHT NOW------------------ &lt;br /&gt;* Wearing: singlet, work pants, school shoes&lt;br /&gt;* What color underpants: black&lt;br /&gt;* I'm feeling: ambitious, about the race coming up&lt;br /&gt;* Eating: sweet nothing&lt;br /&gt;* Drinking: sweet nothing&lt;br /&gt;* Thinking about: going for a ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Talking to: chantelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Listening to: music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------IN THE LAST 24 HRS------------- &lt;br /&gt;* Cried: no &lt;br /&gt;* Met someone new: yes&lt;br /&gt;* Cleaned your room: no&lt;br /&gt;* Driven a car: yes&lt;br /&gt;---------------DO YOU BELIEVE IN------------------ &lt;br /&gt;* Yourself: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;* Santa Claus: no &lt;br /&gt;* Tooth Fairy: no &lt;br /&gt;* Angels: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------FRIENDS AND LIFE------------------ &lt;br /&gt;* Do you have a soul mate?: no&lt;br /&gt;* Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend?: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Do you like anyone?: i guess so&lt;br /&gt;*Who have u known the longest of your friends: stuart, the only guy who's stayed my friend since i lost weight&lt;br /&gt;*Who's the weirdest: sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Who has seen you cry: none of em&lt;br /&gt;* When have you cried the most: when my old dog died, poor lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*what's the best feeling in the world: eing told by ur dad that his proud of u for everything ive done&lt;br /&gt;* Worst Feeling: being laughed at after asking a girl out&lt;br /&gt;-----------------ABOUT GUYS FOR GIRLS TO FILL OUT--------------- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Boxers or briefs: &lt;br /&gt;* Long or short hair: &lt;br /&gt;* Six pack or muscular arms: &lt;br /&gt;* Good or bad guy: &lt;br /&gt;* Hat or No Hat: &lt;br /&gt;* Stubble or neatly shaved: &lt;br /&gt;* Rugged or sporty: &lt;br /&gt;* Accent or not: &lt;br /&gt;--------ABOUT GIRLS FOR GUYS TO FILL OUT -------------- &lt;br /&gt;* Painted nails or not: not&lt;br /&gt;* Cute n' mysterious or wild n' crazy: im not too fussy&lt;br /&gt;* Dressy or casual: casual, but not too casual &lt;br /&gt;* Dark or blonde hair: if it suits the girl i dont care&lt;br /&gt;* Dark or light eyes: light&lt;br /&gt;* Hat or no hat:  no  hat&lt;br /&gt;* Good or bad girl: good&lt;br /&gt;* Intelligent or average: either&lt;br /&gt;* Hair up or down:  up for work down for play&lt;br /&gt;* Jewelry or none: not much jewelry&lt;br /&gt;* Tall or short:  tallish (im 6ft remember)&lt;br /&gt;* Curly or straight hair:  straight&lt;br /&gt;* Pants or dress:  dress&lt;br /&gt;* Tan or fair: tan&lt;br /&gt;* Accent or Not: not&lt;br /&gt;* Shy or outgoing: i dont mind either&lt;br /&gt;-----------------FOR EVERYONE TO FILL OUT----------------- &lt;br /&gt;* Silver or gold: gold (aim for the best)&lt;br /&gt;*diamond or pearl: diamond &lt;br /&gt;*sunset or sunrise: sunrise &lt;br /&gt;* Have you ever gone skinny dipping: yes&lt;br /&gt;* Do you sleep with stuffed animals: i sleep with a live animal warming my feet&lt;br /&gt;* Have you ever broken/sprained/fractured a bone: try and find a place i havent fucked up&lt;br /&gt;* Rain, sun or snow? sun&lt;br /&gt;* How is the weather right now?: its night, but not cold i guess&lt;br /&gt;* Do u like cookies? im a junior cookie monster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* What makes you happy?: when im riding and i feel free&lt;br /&gt;* Are u too shy to ask someone out?: i dont kno anyone to ask out, but yeah&lt;br /&gt;* What's the stupidest thing u have ever done?: cant say, too many council people out there lookin gor us&lt;br /&gt;* On the phone or in person: in person&lt;br /&gt;* Who won't respond: probly every1&lt;br /&gt;* Finishing time: 11.39</content>
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    <title>dawall @ 2005-09-04T19:16:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-04T09:57:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-04T09:57:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ran into the girl i had the biggest crush on in primary school at the show yesterday, and for the first time ever i actually got talked to by her like i was an actual person. i went to school with her for 8 whole years, i stared at her every chance i got, and not once could i ever string together a measly sentence or two to her. there is light at the end of this tunnel.</content>
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    <title>dawall @ 2005-09-01T18:57:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-01T09:30:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-01T09:30:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ur rite i am too much of a fuck. i finally get a few friends who im sorta comfortable with and then i go and push them away. so i guess the persons who's to blame is myself.</content>
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    <title>dawall @ 2005-08-29T19:15:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-29T09:59:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-29T09:59:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Thursday - Signals Over The Air</lj:music>
    <content type="html">im pretty sure nobody reads these livejournal thingys of mine, so im just typin this crap in for my own sake. right now i should be happy as can be- ive broken the 8k mark at rowing, which only 3 of us could do at the very end of last season, and ive just spent a weekend doing the one thing i truly enjoy, that is dirtbike riding, even better is that dad actually said his proud of me, for what ive done in rowing and how good ive been riding lately. ive pretty much made a fair few people around me happy, my parents, my teachers, my coach, but im still sad as ever. its a pretty bad feeling when u go away for three days and u dont get a single missed call or message on ur phone, its kinda shocking when u realise that despite all the friends uve got, none of them truly care about what happens to u. &lt;br /&gt;i think i should really try and go pro with my dirtbikes and everythin, if im travelling to races all the time, i'll have no room for proper friends, which suits me pretty good.</content>
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    <title>dawall @ 2005-08-23T19:27:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-23T10:49:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-23T10:49:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>ben harper-diamonds on the inside</lj:music>
    <content type="html">u kno i reckon 1 of the subjects i truly do enjoy learnin is physics, i kno it sounds odd but i actually pay attention and get small amounts of satisfaction when i understand shit. i reckon i should have a career with sum kinda physics init, i could even try and combine 2 of my great loves with physics! i know theres heaps of it to do with rowing, i did an essay just on the drag involved in rowing and i doubled the amount of pages it was meant to be! hmm things are starting to make sense in my gauntlet of a brain.</content>
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    <title>dawall @ 2005-08-19T12:56:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-19T03:36:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-19T03:36:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>one word-kelly osbourne</lj:music>
    <content type="html">man having stitches in ur mouth is so fuckin annoying! yeah i got the thing cut outta my lip last night, i felt pretty scared coz there was like 4 nurses and 2 surgeons in the room when i walked in, and the nurses were all talking really calmy to me, then they like tied my arms down, injected me with sumthin and then covered my face with a cloth or sumthin! i could hear everything! i heard the doctors speak about me, it was damn weird coz i could think and hear heaps well but i didnt feel a damn thing! &lt;br /&gt;now its the day after and it feels like absolute hell, and its fairly swollen, id really rather go to school but im afraid of what some of the pricks in year 12 might say or do, and yeah my patience is wearin fuckin thin with one particular bell-end of a vice captain, i dunno how long i can take his shit before i take evasive measures, the only thing stoppin me is the fact that i would get suspended or even expelled, coz theres no way the teachers wont beleive their beloved vice-captain.</content>
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    <title>dawall @ 2005-08-16T20:37:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-16T11:15:03Z</published>
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    <content type="html">fuck yeah, i reckon sam and me are gonna get expelled sum time or other, coz we've had a pretty good run at getting away with everything, hopefully we'll keep it up and make it the whole way through school, but just incase we dont, and our parents do kill us, could u possibly send my ashes to the playboy mansion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news my pocketbikes still gotta busted frame, and its a couple of weeks till my next proper dirt-bike race, im cravin a ride real bad, they should invent nicotine patches for what i got!</content>
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    <title>dawall @ 2005-08-13T22:18:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-13T13:00:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-13T13:00:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>googoo dolls-iris</lj:music>
    <content type="html">my entire life ive been to afraid to say anything when i like a girl, so just about every girl ive ever liked has walked straight outta my life or gone for another guy, not that if i did anything theyd want me anyways, which makes me heaps sad coz there is a girl out there that i truly do like right now, but im still afraid, and i cant do anything, not long and some other guy will get her. when im on a bike i pretty much risk my life over and over, but i cant take that big step and simply confess to a chick that i like her. i guess a broken heart's worse than any broken bone.</content>
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    <title>dawall @ 2005-08-11T20:15:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-11T10:46:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-11T10:46:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">carrotcake carrotcaKE, HAVE YE ANY NUTS?????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CARROTCAKE HAS...................................NO NUTS!</content>
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    <title>dawall @ 2005-08-10T19:25:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-10T10:17:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-10T10:17:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ummmmmm...... yeh kinda found out that the lump in my lip is kinda tumurous, making it a tumor, fuck! i gotta get it removed fuckin quicksmart! before i was worried about waking up and having ugly stitches, now im worried about waking up and seeing mum and dad crying, telling me that its spread heaps. &lt;br /&gt;theres always been one thing that makes me feel heaps sad, everytime i go riding its always lurking in the back of my head, the one thing i never ever want to happen is me crashing badly and getting myself killed, and dad having to find me laying there on the track, lifless, and then him having to deal with the fact that i died doing something that if it werent for him i never would have done, and i know how guilty he'd feel if it happened. its extremely hard for me to write this, as im always imagining it happening, but i have no idea how to put it into words. &lt;br /&gt;there are some things in my life that i know have to happen, the main one being that my dad will not have to see me, his only son being buried. despite how much he yells at me and is disapointed in me, he's happy that i love doing exactly what he loves doing, and that he has with me something that not many fathers have with their sons. Theres nothing i want more than to make dad proud, and do the things that he gave up because of his wife and children. i just wish i could find the courage to tell him this, but i dont think i ever will.</content>
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    <title>tis' monday</title>
    <published>2005-08-08T09:57:18Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-08T09:57:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Grinspoon - Just ace</lj:music>
    <content type="html">yeh, today was pretty shit,&lt;br /&gt;i woke up heaps early this mornin for trainin, which was a bitch, then i trotted off to the bus-stop at the usual 6:15, only to see that the bus was early, leaving me watching it zoom straight passed me, asshole busdriver. then i went back home, slept in my whole uniform until normal waking up time, and i caught the bus with dad like i do on tuesdays and thursdays. im also pretty fuckin sick, and tired as shit, which would explain why not much of this shit makes any sense. im also goin to the doctors on friday, not bcoz of my cold, but becasue ive gotta get a tumourous lump cut outta my lip, which will make me look fairly goofy for a while, havin ten or so stitches on my lip. plus i stacked my fuckin pocketbike on saturday, bendin the shit outta the frame. but on the good side of things it gives me a chance to take the whole body off, and to do sum more shit to the engine. plus ive finally come up with an idea on what kinda paint scheme im gonna do to it, im gonna go for a camoflage look, tis gonna be the total shit! i wanted to paint it blue so it looks like my proper bike but meh cbf.</content>
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    <title>dawall @ 2005-08-07T20:54:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-07T11:31:43Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-07T11:31:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>outkast-hey ya</lj:music>
    <content type="html">oh yeh and the drifting was pretty sweet, saw sum fuckin awesome rides, ahhh sumday (which wont be long at all! yay!) i will have 1 to call my own and put my own touches onto. also saw sum damn fine peices of ass walkin around too, in there little promo outfits, DANGGGGGGGGGGG! a boy can dream cant he?!! meh i mite sound a little gay here, but they were a little too sexy, like there good to look at but would be absolute hell to actually know or even go out with. &lt;br /&gt;except for the 1 extremely hott chick who actually knew shit about cars, i was shell shocked in amazement, she actually spoke about cars! well i'll end my journal on that high note, over and out.</content>
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    <title>dawall @ 2005-08-07T20:39:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-07T11:24:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-07T11:24:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">good times,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last nite breet picked me up in his little swift and we were gonna go down to his joint so we can get sum sleep so we could wake up bright and early the next morning to go and pick-up lewises ass and go to the drift comp. but, being the person i am, decided to see if my maid wanita was at her house so me and breet could pop over to say hi. it might just be me but it seems that our presence was not wanted at kamp kilburn, so breet and i decided to finaly go to his house and sleep. &lt;br /&gt;i was woken early this m orning by breets dad, only to be told that brett left 20 minutes ago for lewie and would be back in half an hour, coz breet couldnt wake my ass up, haha yeh i sleep like a brick! so i had to sit and eat breakfast with his whole family around me, who are quite close compared to my family who have never ever eaten breakfast together since i started doin rowing. &lt;br /&gt;we had a pretty relaxed drive to the track, until we spotted a few sick cars drivin pretty far in front so we made it our mission to catch up to them so we could check em out, which i thought would be easy, little did i know that breets car was infact slow as shit and struggled to do 110 k's an hour, while my bike can do about 175 no troubles! fuckin hell i love bikes.</content>
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    <title>dawall @ 2005-08-06T01:08:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-05T15:54:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-05T15:54:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>alex lloyd - comin' home</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i think this protein shake shit ive been drinking after training sessions is startin to fuck with my body, well mainly my heart, its as though when my muscles are all finally recovered from all the weights and shit, my hearts still racing as though im in the boat doin a race or sumthin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, why do i hear all these people sayin how they hate school and are always bludging coz they dont learn anything and they have better things to do! &lt;br /&gt;i gotta newsflash for you- your parents fork out soo much to send you to a school that gives you a head start at your career, you have no idea what your wasting. if i ever said anything about hating school to my dad he'd pull me straight outta cbc and send me straight to the public school around the corner, he wouldnt even wait for the thinking music to make that decision! i only moved to cbc in year 10, and i know how bad other schools can be, everything at cbc is done so well, the teachers actually care about what grades we get!! plus its thanks to the schools rowing club that i am who i am right now, instead of "who ate all the pies?!!!!", if u wanna know how bad just ask me for my old ID card picture. sumday i'll make it up to the rowing club and the rowers who i first rowed with who helped me out heaps when i tried to quit, pretty fucked coz all the guys in my first crew have quit now! except doube, who doesnt really show up much neways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah thats probably enough of me dribblin' shit.......for now!</content>
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    <title>dawall @ 2005-08-06T01:00:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-05T15:36:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-05T15:36:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Put an x in the brackets if u have... &lt;br /&gt;(x)  smoked a cigarette &lt;br /&gt;(x)  smoked a cigar &lt;br /&gt;()  made out with a member of the same sex &lt;br /&gt;(x)  crashed a friend's car &lt;br /&gt;()  stolen a car &lt;br /&gt;(x)  been in love &lt;br /&gt;(x)  been dumped &lt;br /&gt;(x)  shoplifted &lt;br /&gt;(x)  been fired &lt;br /&gt;(x)  been in a fist fight &lt;br /&gt;(x)  snuck out of my parent's house &lt;br /&gt;(x)  had feelings for someone who didnt have them back &lt;br /&gt;(fuckin got close a few times, but im too fast!)  been arrested &lt;br /&gt;(x)  made out with a stranger COOL ROOM!&lt;br /&gt;()  gone on a blind date &lt;br /&gt;(x)  lied to a friend &lt;br /&gt;(x)  had a crush on a teacher &lt;br /&gt;()  skipped school &lt;br /&gt;()  slept with a co-worker &lt;br /&gt;(x) seen someone die &lt;br /&gt;()  been to Canada &lt;br /&gt;()  been to Mexico &lt;br /&gt;(x)  been on a plane &lt;br /&gt;()  thrown up in a pub &lt;br /&gt;(x)  purposely set a part of myself on fire &lt;br /&gt;(x)  eaten Sushi &lt;br /&gt;()  been snowboarding or skiing &lt;br /&gt;()  been moshing at a concert &lt;br /&gt;(x)  been in an abusive relationship &lt;br /&gt;(x)  taken painkillers &lt;br /&gt;(x)  love someone or miss someone right now &lt;br /&gt;(x)  laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by &lt;br /&gt;()  made a snow angel &lt;br /&gt;(x)  flown a kite &lt;br /&gt;(x)  built a sand castle &lt;br /&gt;(x)  gone puddle jumping &lt;br /&gt;(x)  played dress up &lt;br /&gt;(x) jumped into a pile of leaves &lt;br /&gt;(x)  gone sledding &lt;br /&gt;(x)  cheated while playing a game &lt;br /&gt;(x)  been lonely &lt;br /&gt;(x)  fallen asleep at work/school &lt;br /&gt;()  used a fake id &lt;br /&gt;(x)  watched the sun set &lt;br /&gt;()  felt an earthquake &lt;br /&gt;(x)  touched a snake &lt;br /&gt;(x)  slept beneath the stars &lt;br /&gt;(x)  been tickled &lt;br /&gt;(x)  been robbed &lt;br /&gt;(x)  been misunderstood &lt;br /&gt;(x)  petted a reindeer/goat &lt;br /&gt;()  won a contest &lt;br /&gt;(x)  run a red light &lt;br /&gt;(x)  been suspended from school &lt;br /&gt;(x)  been in a car accident &lt;br /&gt;(x)  had braces &lt;br /&gt;(x)  felt like an outcast &lt;br /&gt;()  danced in the moonlight &lt;br /&gt;(x)  hated the way you look &lt;br /&gt;(x)  witnessed a crime &lt;br /&gt;()  pole danced &lt;br /&gt;()  questioned your heart &lt;br /&gt;()  been obsessed with post-it notes &lt;br /&gt;(x)  been lost &lt;br /&gt;(x)  been to the opposite side of the country &lt;br /&gt;(x)  swam in the ocean &lt;br /&gt;()  felt like dying &lt;br /&gt;(x)  cried yourself to sleep &lt;br /&gt;(x)  played cops and robbers &lt;br /&gt;(x)  recently colored with crayons/colored pencils/markers &lt;br /&gt;()  sung karaoke &lt;br /&gt;()  paid for a meal with only coins &lt;br /&gt;(x)  done something you told yourself you wouldn't &lt;br /&gt;(x)  made prank phone calls &lt;br /&gt;(x)  laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose &lt;br /&gt;()  caught a snowflake on your tongue &lt;br /&gt;()  danced in the rain &lt;br /&gt;(x)  written a letter to Santa Claus &lt;br /&gt;()  been kissed under a mistletoe &lt;br /&gt;()  watched the sun set with someone you cared about &lt;br /&gt;(x)  blown bubbles &lt;br /&gt;(x)  made a bonfire on the beach &lt;br /&gt;(x) crashed a party &lt;br /&gt;(x)  gone rollerskating! &lt;br /&gt;(x)  had a wish come true &lt;br /&gt;(x)  worn pearls &lt;br /&gt;(x)  jumped off a bridge &lt;br /&gt;(????)  screamed bogies in class &lt;br /&gt;()  told a complete stranger you loved them &lt;br /&gt;(x)  kissed a mirror &lt;br /&gt;(x)  sang in the shower &lt;br /&gt;(x)  had a dream that you married someone &lt;br /&gt;(x)  glued your hand to something &lt;br /&gt;()  kissed a fish &lt;br /&gt;(x)  worn the opposite sexes clothes &lt;br /&gt;(x)  been a cheerleader &lt;br /&gt;(x)  sat on a roof top &lt;br /&gt;(x)  screamed at the top of your lungs &lt;br /&gt;(x)  done a one-handed cartwheel &lt;br /&gt;(x)  talked on the phone for more than 6 hours &lt;br /&gt;(x)  stayed up all night &lt;br /&gt;()  didn't take a shower for a week &lt;br /&gt;(x)  pick and ate an apple right off the tree &lt;br /&gt;(x)  climbed a tree &lt;br /&gt;(x)  had a tree house &lt;br /&gt;(x)  been scared to watch scary movies alone &lt;br /&gt;(x)  believe in ghosts &lt;br /&gt;()  have more then 30 pairs of shoes &lt;br /&gt;()  worn a really ugly outfit to school just to see what others say &lt;br /&gt;(x)  gone streaking &lt;br /&gt;(x)  played knock-door-run &lt;br /&gt;(x)  played chicken &lt;br /&gt;(x)  been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on &lt;br /&gt;()  been told you're hot by a complete stranger &lt;br /&gt;(x)  broken a bone &lt;br /&gt;(x)  been easily amused &lt;br /&gt;()  caught a fish then ate it &lt;br /&gt;()  made porn &lt;br /&gt;(x)  caught a butterfly &lt;br /&gt;(x)  laughed so hard you cried &lt;br /&gt;(x)  mooned/flashed someone &lt;br /&gt;(x)  had someone moon/flash infront of you &lt;br /&gt;(x)  cheated on a test &lt;br /&gt;()  have a Britney Spears CD &lt;br /&gt;(x)  forgotten someone's name &lt;br /&gt;(xxx dude i cant sleep unless im naked)  slept naked &lt;br /&gt;()  french braided someones hair &lt;br /&gt;()  gone skinny dippin in a pool &lt;br /&gt;()  been kicked out of your house</content>
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    <title>damn delivery fucker!</title>
    <published>2005-08-03T11:17:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-03T11:17:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>powderfinger-love your way</lj:music>
    <content type="html">man ive been waitin for like a week for my new exaust to come!&lt;br /&gt;and the fucking morning the delivery fucker finally gets it no-ones home to accept it! god damn it, my bikes been sittin there, all pretty and shiny just askin for me to go riding it, im even gonna start puttin down money and betting against the fuckers i race with (if thats wat u call zooming around the modbury ghetto's streets dodging cars and gettin chased by angry wankers!) yeh its heaps fun, sum of these guys really know how to ride, they think im just bein a wuss wen i say my bikes all in peices, ive never wussed outta riding, ever ever ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways meh aside from that nuthins changed at all, everyday same shit just a different day on the calender.</content>
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    <title>dawall @ 2005-08-01T23:16:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-01T14:11:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-01T14:11:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>ben folds five-brick</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i do soooo much shit, i work, i go places, i talk to heaps of people, im not afraid of talking to new people, yet somehow its very very rare for me to cross paths with a decent girl, well actually there are a few heaps cool chicks in my life these days, i mean a girl that i actually like, and when i do theres always something thats tops anything from ever happening with her, let alone starting in the first place. theres always a friend of hers that i dont wanna hurt, or she lives heaps heaps far away, or she's too old (more like im too young!), or my friends dont like her, it seems theres always something stopping me from finding a girl id actually have fun with, thats all i want, i wanna girl who id be happy with and have fun with, knowing that she's happy as well, then why is it so fucking hard??? im not asking for fuckin victoria silvstead-playmate of the year or nuthin!!!&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i'll give it a rest, im happy enough as long as i can still ride me dirt bikes with dad and have a good row now and then, no need gettin worked up about females.</content>
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    <title>dawall @ 2005-07-28T23:51:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-28T14:28:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-28T14:28:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>triple j hottest 100 volume 5</lj:music>
    <content type="html">yeah yeah i know i should be sleeping, i should be preparing for tomorrow mornings training session, but meh. its gotten 2 a point where i dunno if i should try anymore, theres no1 left to beat! but nah im not gonna quit trying, itd take alot for that to happen. but y do i go to training, i could sit on my ass until the season starts and still make the 1st 8, i could, but i dont, and i wont. Even worse Ive started taking meal suppliments, to make me stronger and give me more muscle, wat am i doing? i think i should start another sport, that im not nearly the best at, and devote my effort to that, anyways thas enough of me bigmouthin myself for now, out</content>
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    <title>my mum</title>
    <published>2005-07-26T13:10:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-26T13:10:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>shihad-pacifier</lj:music>
    <content type="html">to my mum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how long ive hated everything you do to me, how long ive hated everytime ive missed out on something important 'just because' you said so, but one thing i could never hate is the way you love me more than your words could ever say. i'll never meet anyone that would ever do the things you do for me, and give up everything you have for me, and do it all without ever expecting any appreciation, even worse sometimes i get mad and yell at you. despite this i just wanna say that in life you only ever get given 1 mum, i dunno how an ass like me got such a good mum like you, and im sorry i didnt turn out like you wanted me to. only recently, while you were bugging me to pack my bag for training tomorrow morning, that you actually do care, it would be so much easier for you to sleep-in every morning, but instead you get up early and get me ready for training, so i can go and do weights and become fitter and skinnier, you don't gain anything at all from doing this for me, except maybe seeing me become what i always wanted to be when i was fat, which is skinny.&lt;br /&gt;and knowing that this is all you need to do this every morning shows just how much you love and care for me, all i wanna say is thankyou, and i love you too mum.</content>
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    <title>holidays</title>
    <published>2005-07-21T06:04:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-21T06:04:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>end of fashion-oh yeah</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i havent really noticed, but i havent seen none of the kilburn lasses since last friday, i guess ive been a tad bit busy every day to really step back and see that ive neglected sum people a fair bit, but at least im having fun whilst neglecting and shit, went on an absolutely sick dirt-bike ride on sunday, everything was just perfect, in our club im the youngest and because im on my L's i cant ride a faster bike yet, but lately ive stepped up and started thrashing everybody in the club, they say i have to wait a while till the season starts and me and another guy who's fairly quick can start up a proper team with proper sponsors and all! i never ever thought id be able to even get close to dad, he's always been my hero and all but now im beating him, even though his bike is heaps faster, he's even admitted that im good and that i will win, awesome. perhaps i wont have to be an engineer or an architect after all!&lt;br /&gt;plus sum guys that live close to me and i took our pocketbikes to this like go-cart track, had us an awesome fucking time, i dont even know who won, we just rode and rode for ages, and our bikes are all absolutely fucked as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah anyways was it me that gave alicia the name WANITA?!!! haha i hope i didnt say anything to offend anyone when i was drunk, all i remember is goin 2 work with fuckin make-up on my face, that went down REAL well with the sexy young lasses on checkout! nah jokin just never ever do it again!</content>
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    <title>dawall @ 2005-06-25T15:24:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-25T06:16:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-25T06:16:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the distillers-drain the blood</lj:music>
    <content type="html">1) First Grade Teacher: all my memories from then have been blocked away forever&lt;br /&gt;2) Last word you said: fuck&lt;br /&gt;3) Last song you sang: foo fighters-the best of you&lt;br /&gt;4) Last person you hugged: chantelle/ chloe this mornin, but she's a dog -dont count&lt;br /&gt;6) Last time you said 'I love you': not long ago, but had no reply at all-really makes a guy feel special dont it?&lt;br /&gt;7) Last time you cried: wen i saw monsters inc. last&lt;br /&gt;8) What's in your CD player: a cd!&lt;br /&gt;9) What color socks are you wearing: school socks &lt;br /&gt;10) What's under your bed: my extended sticker collection, chloe probably&lt;br /&gt;11) What time did you wake up today: 5.00am&lt;br /&gt;12) Current taste: sausage roll&lt;br /&gt;13) Current hair: semi-straightened from last night&lt;br /&gt;14) Current clothes: wife beater, work pants&lt;br /&gt;15) Current annoyance: weather&lt;br /&gt;16) Current longing: going riding tomorrow with dad&lt;br /&gt;17) Current desktop picture: head of the river photo&lt;br /&gt;18) Current worry: that i might not outlive my dad, or even my grandad&lt;br /&gt;19) Current hate: money&lt;br /&gt;20) Story behind your username: family guy&lt;br /&gt;21) Current favorite article of clothing: nah it's all fairly gay&lt;br /&gt;22) Favorite physical feature of the opposite sex: boobs&lt;br /&gt;23) Last CD that you bought: ha like id buy anything&lt;br /&gt;25) Least favorite place: home&lt;br /&gt;26) Time you wake up in the morning: 5.45am&lt;br /&gt;27) If you could play an instrument, what would it be: tamborine&lt;br /&gt;28) Favorite color: blue&lt;br /&gt;29) Do you believe in an afterlife: if i did do you think id try so hard improving myself NOW if i get to start over again? my bodys fucked enough it had to stop&lt;br /&gt;30) How tall are you: 6ft or so i guess&lt;br /&gt;31) Current favorite word/saying: shut the fuck up&lt;br /&gt;32) Favorite book: street machine-commodores&lt;br /&gt;33) Favorite season: summer-rowing season!&lt;br /&gt;34) One person from your past you wish you could go back and talk to: the girl that ive had the biggest crush on since i 1st saw her in kindergarden, i havent talkied to her properly once, i still couldnt&lt;br /&gt;35) Favorite day: saturday&lt;br /&gt;36) Where do you want to go: california&lt;br /&gt;37) What is your career going to be like?: i havent decided what i wanna do&lt;br /&gt;38) How many kids do you want?: as many as i can love at once&lt;br /&gt;39) What kind of car will you have: a vl calais v8, and if god permits i'll keep riding the bike i got just updating each year, coz my bike doesnt come any better&lt;br /&gt;40) Type a line you remember from any song: theres a little boy standin at the corner of the corner shop, he's been waitin' down there, &lt;br /&gt;41) Fave bands: cky, afi, thursday, foo fighters, grinspoon, metalica, QOTSA, milencolin and the RHCP's</content>
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