<?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-3904567</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:46:58.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Natural Order of the things that I believe.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>817</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-107606801201985175</id><published>2004-02-06T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T03:49:12.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok in case you're wondering, I am now located &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/diannecooper_t"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its better, you can post full on comments, you dont have to do the stupid tagboard thing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-107606801201985175?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/107606801201985175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/107606801201985175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107606801201985175' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-107362934873257892</id><published>2004-01-08T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T22:24:11.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SO i'm chucking this in and selling out to get a livejournel, because it makes sense. to me... probably none of you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this fucks up for too many people apparently. i'm in town waiting for steph so we can go forth and enjoy the musical delights of TURIN BRAKES.... oh la la INDEED! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work work work... has been naff but still, its a bookshop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rah, becky is online and her name is THE CURE FOR GLASTONBURY. is it wrong that if the cure are playing glasto i might chuck in having a 21st and go to the uk early so i get the cure on my birthday? did i not say this time last year that that was what i wanted more then anything in the world, when i thought i was still going to glastonbury?? I WANT THE CURE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, nys was good. resolution to stop rambling. not working.&lt;br /&gt;more specifically my resolution was to stop staring at men and talking too much [rule three - read the rules] but rah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uumm..... nothing much to say really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must try and get livejournel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-107362934873257892?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/107362934873257892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/107362934873257892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107362934873257892' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-107243792388351900</id><published>2003-12-26T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T03:26:48.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am itchy and para that i caught the nits off my cousin like my sister did last christmas. i didnt last christmas becaue i didnt wash my hair for a month. unfortunatly, i washed my hair the other day to make my mum happy when she saw me. she was, i was not, alas... i have caught the dreaded nits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... thats disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;also, i think i have ticks off astroboy. that horse is getting a swift kick and a good spray when i get home tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to bed, mum can have duran duran later.&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-107243792388351900?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/107243792388351900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/107243792388351900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107243792388351900' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-107243474045060903</id><published>2003-12-26T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T02:33:45.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src = "http://www.coopertempleclause.co.uk/img_fs/651.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooper Temple Christmas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Photo Time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://images.snapfish.com/339565%3B523232%7Ffp54%3Dot%3E232%3A%3D856%3D54%3C%3DXROQDF%3E2323485%3B%3A9%3A65ot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Darkness Car - Alright!! Parked outside Feelers gig couple of weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://images.snapfish.com/339565%3B523232%7Ffp54%3Dot%3E232%3A%3D856%3D54%3C%3DXROQDF%3E2323485%3B%3A9%3A67ot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Coolest Kitty Ever - Mr Elvis. &lt;br /&gt;He lives at this place Kirsten housesits. I watched The Black Stallion there. It is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://images.snapfish.com/339565%3B523232%7Ffp58%3Dot%3E232%3A%3D856%3D54%3C%3DXROQDF%3E2323485%3B%3A9%3A68ot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remain unimpressed - but check out my new Care Bears watch!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://images.snapfish.com/339565%3B523232%7Ffp58%3Dot%3E232%3A%3D856%3D54%3C%3DXROQDF%3E2323485%3B%3A9%3A6%3Aot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little bro should be advertising chips. he stuck his whole head into the chipbowl. this is the result. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUTE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://images.snapfish.com/339565%3B523232%7Ffp58%3Dot%3E232%3A%3D856%3D54%3C%3DXROQDF%3E2323485%3B%3A9%3A74ot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a piiiiig"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://images.snapfish.com/339565%3B523232%7Ffp58%3Dot%3E232%3A%3D856%3D54%3C%3DXROQDF%3E2323485%3B%3A965%3Bot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hummel the Builder. Please note way cool Maisy Badge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://images.snapfish.com/339565%3B523232%7Ffp58%3Dot%3E232%3A%3D856%3D54%3C%3DXROQDF%3E2323485%3B%3A9663ot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAH! Me kicking Kung Foo ARSE on this new Playstation toy my cousins have.&lt;br /&gt;ITS GREAT!!!! the dancing game is the most fun, I CAN DANCE!&lt;br /&gt;Note: hand pulled back ready to punch little evil kung fu guy, mouth poised in concerntration. pity you cant hear the excellent sound effects i was making!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://images.snapfish.com/339565%3B523232%7Ffp54%3Dot%3E232%3A%3D856%3D54%3C%3DXROQDF%3E2323485%3B%3A9664ot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, thats the lot of us... my mad Tanner side of family..... note extreme age difference between me and rest of cousins... weird sister in middle and my pose. NZ Idol... ahh, if only i had gotten my application in hey?!  On closer inspection, i suddenly realised how freakishly tall my father is......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://images.snapfish.com/339565%3B523232%7Ffp54%3Dot%3E232%3A%3D856%3D54%3C%3DXROQDF%3E2323485%3B%3A9668ot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I present to you... Rune Hollow... IDLEWILD!!!!!!!! shes so CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://images.snapfish.com/339565%3B523232%7Ffp54%3Dot%3E232%3A%3D856%3D54%3C%3DXROQDF%3E2323485%3B%3A966%3Aot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astroboy! I love him! he tried to eat me all morning, and is so cuddly!!!!! hes my favourite boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, thats all... shows over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uumm... to anyone who I havent contacted for ages, I'm sorry.... I'm conserving funds, plus, I've turned crap. Dunno why... but you all should have my number, if not, Frankie does, she'll give it to you. But I love everyone... I do have the means to check email at work *illegally* so keep in touch, I'll pop back on this old thing when I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-107243474045060903?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/107243474045060903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/107243474045060903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107243474045060903' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-107243314056034901</id><published>2003-12-26T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T02:07:05.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wait, another survey - courtesy of Lambus Chopus&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WHAT TIME DID YOU GO TO BED LAST NIGHT? About 10. It was Christmas, i had spent all day drinking beer,&lt;br /&gt;I was tired and Ever After had just been on. [thats mu excuse for early beddy byes.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. IF YOU COULD CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOURSELF WHAT WOULD IT BE? My nose, it does this weird up thin on one side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. PAPER OR PLASTIC? plates? plastic. plastic is FANTASTIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK/MAGAZINE YOU READ? I work in a book shop and read too much. currently reading the new Garth Nix book - Grim Tuesday...&lt;br /&gt;Last read... Popular Music by Mikeal Neimi. It was weird and Swedish... I'm also reading&lt;br /&gt;the Wee Free men by Terry Pratchett, and Do Not Pass Go by Tim Moore. OH OH and I read Prozac Nation by Elizabeth Wurtzel last actually, in the weekend after &lt;br /&gt;I finished weird Swedish book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A TV SHOW YOU CAN'T STAND TO WATCH? Fear Factor. Eels. need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT DID YOU EAT FOR LUNCH TODAY? It was Boxing day so More Christmas food at other family... STEAK and Sausages with a light sandwich,&lt;br /&gt;Followed by a Pav and slice of Berry Cheesecake, three chocolates and four glasses of red wine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IActually, where is the rest of that box of Chocolate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. DO YOU LIKE TO BE SURPRISED? ... Yes. Bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WHAT COLOUR IS YOUR TOOTHBRUSH? I have three, they're all red. Wait, i have FOUR! one is White. and tiny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WHAT BRAND OF DEODORANT DO YOU WEAR? Either Mum spray stuff... Impulse to cover smells and roll on when I'm lazy. Mostly all three at once,&lt;br /&gt;I've developed this weird I SMELL paranoia as a result of not showering much when travelling. I hate backpacker showers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. YOUR FAVOURITE STORE TO SHOP AT? Dymocks, the booklovers bookstore.&lt;br /&gt;heh heh heh... Sounds [say YES Steph!] and Real Groovy. &lt;br /&gt;.... and Fopp. I LOVE FOPP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. WINTER, SPRING, SUMMER OR FALL? Fall over.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in america so i dont know this FALL you speak of, I like AUTUMN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. FAVOURITE DESSERT? Signature Range chocolate Icecream. It tastes like&lt;br /&gt;Frozen Dairy Food!!! &lt;br /&gt;[a kind of chocolate youghurt stuff... like... pudding?! MUH!]&lt;br /&gt;Or Banoffi Pie.&lt;br /&gt;I think Steph, Anna, and Take That for introducing me to Banoffie Pie. Banana, Toffe. BANOFFEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHICH ONE WOULD YOU PREFER - MAID OR PERSONAL CHEF? I do not condone slavery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. FAVOURITE CANDY? ummm.... uuummmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;millions? purple? PINAPPLE LUMPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. REGULAR OR DECAF? I am against coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. FAVOURITE RESTAURANT? Portifinos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 . WHAT CHARACTERISTICS DO YOU ADMIRE? Good Hair and the ability to buy good shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. FAVOURITE HOLIDAY? Do i even need to answer this? it was so good I'm forcing myself &lt;br /&gt;to be a pauper so I can move there and make it life! ENGLAND 03!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. FAVOURITE TIME OF DAY? PUB TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. FRUIT OR FRUIT SMOOTHIE? Smoothie. I prefer not to chew unless nessecary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. HOW MANY RINGS ARE YOU WEARING? three.&lt;br /&gt;I took the one ring off.... actually, I think i lost it. Oh dear....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR MEAT PREPARED? well done. bravo. good work!&lt;br /&gt;I like my meat so fresh you can still hear it moo.&lt;br /&gt;ahahahaha.... no. IN A PIE WITH CHEESE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. WHAT WAS THE LAST CARD YOU SENT SOMEONE? I sent Frankie the cutest I MISS YOU card, but apart from that, I suck&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Yes I suck so much I am having trouble even articulating how much I suck.&lt;br /&gt;You know that hair that gets stuck in the plug hole in the shower and goes all... slimy and... sticky...&lt;br /&gt;I SUCK WORSE THEN THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. WHAT RADIO STATION IS ON WHERE YOU ARE RIGHT NOW? None.&lt;br /&gt;Actually probably 1zb. I'm at grandads, he likes talkback....&lt;br /&gt;I'm against radio myself.&lt;br /&gt;[although b plays coopers - i endorse that!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as a side note, if anyone ever sends me a quiz with this at the end:&lt;br /&gt;25. WHO DO YOU LEAST EXPECT TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU? &lt;br /&gt;RAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. WHO IS THE PERSON YOU EXPECT TO SEND THIS BACK FIRST? &lt;br /&gt;RAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THOSE QUESTIANS!!!&lt;br /&gt;now you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. ONION RINGS OR FRENCH FRIES? Neither. &lt;br /&gt;I like big fat CHUPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. DO YOU LIKE TO PLAY CARDS OR BOARD GAME?&lt;br /&gt;i dont fucking know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[/end of survey]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-107243314056034901?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/107243314056034901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/107243314056034901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107243314056034901' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-107243157140234825</id><published>2003-12-26T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T01:40:55.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well Well WELL.... long time no postage.&lt;br /&gt;To clear a few things up - &lt;br /&gt;-No, I HAVEN'T gone and got myself a boyfriend, you're all still in with a chance&lt;br /&gt;-Yes, I AM still Alive&lt;br /&gt;-Yes, I HAVE got a life&lt;br /&gt;-Yes, I AM crap....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...... and No, I didnt send anyone a christmas card, so dont take lack of one personally. I love you all, but am POOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I dont think I have much to write about. i mean, I'm sure theres tonnes, but I'll be here all night innit. &lt;br /&gt;Work is ace as. Love all the people I work with immensly. Flat is ok... couple of Flatmates are complete twats but really thats a guy thing..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thinking of interesting things that have happened to write about*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work Christmas do was fun. Drank copious amounts of red wine, walked Susan home because she was drunk as convinced she was lost. played on the swings for two hours by myself and freaked people out by sending them incredibly depressed text messages. Sorry to all those involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, had a terrible TERRIBLE night the other night. I cant disclose what happened because... well... I cant remember..... Which is that saddest thing. basically my friend Francesca who I've known FOREVER took me to a backpackers for free drinks, and they started feeding us Red Wine and shots of Vodka. I cant remember anything after 8pm and my flatmates woke me up the next morning to make sure I was still alive and I was SO incredibly freaked out because I still have NO idea how I got home.... apparently flatmate Will had to carry me to the toilet to throw up. Still cant decide whether I'm relieved or dissapointed that i woke up next to.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... a bucket.&lt;br /&gt;A BUCKET?!&lt;br /&gt;You'd think if I was going to get so drunk I cant remember I'd at LEAST make an effort to pull. &lt;br /&gt;Apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to work the next day, hideously, hideously... still drunk..... and smelly wearing same clothes I had not only been wearing the day previous, but had also sslept in and thrown up all over. Charming. I am now Token Drunk Girl at Dymocks Atrium. Woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see the new LOTR, man.... it was pretty freaky. too many horses died for my liking I tell thee. spent 3 1/2 hours curled in foetal position in movie theatre [thank god went to theatre with big fuck off seats] good though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;Tonnes of Photos from Christmas to share.&lt;br /&gt;oh FECK my gran has deleted all of my links off the computer.... rrrraaaahhhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, lots of other random photos to share first. photos are more interesting then anything I have to type... so enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;*waiting for pictures to upload in snapfish. I mean... snipFUSH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heres a Random Survey i found I had saved in my folder....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. IF YOU COULD BUILD A HOUSE ANYWHERE WHERE WOULD IT BE? I dont need to build a house, I just have to work on kicking Liz out of Winsdor, and change it to THE COOPER TEMPLE.&lt;br /&gt;but failing that.... scotland or kare kare beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE ARTICLE OF CLOTHING? jeans and my darkness tshirt. ps, has someone stolen my fucking tctc tshirt? its GONE. just... VANISHED. &lt;br /&gt;[edit - it has returned, my sister stole it. and I love my purple stripy shirt F gave me more.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. FAVORITE PHYSICAL FEATURE OF THE OPPOSITE SEX? *cough* hair and shoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. THE LAST CD YOU BOUGHT? technically Kick up the fire and let the flames break loose by tctc. but i got the best of james and international noise conspiracy from stephs work for free, and a bunch &lt;br /&gt;of rolling stone [the magazine] cds from work which are great and have the cassanovas.&lt;br /&gt;[edit] and I got the best of Duran Duran and the strokes for Chrimbo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WHERE'S YOUR LEAST FAVORITE PLACE TO BE? It would be easy to say Auckland, but i'm kinda happy here right now, so... just ... alone. thats a place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE PLACE TO BE MASSAGED? at the hairdressers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WHAT'S MOST IMPORTANT, STRONG IN MIND OR STRONG IN BODY? strong in haircut. &lt;br /&gt;[edit - i like these answers, I am amusing!!]&lt;br /&gt;8. WHAT TIME DO YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING? 7 weekdays - work, around 2 in the weekends recently due to heavy beverage intake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE KITCHEN APPLIANCE? BEANSLICER definatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT MAKES YOU REALLY ANGRY? missing England and all the fun to be had there, and knowing that when i go back i'll just miss here and all the fun to be had here.&lt;br /&gt;i also miss melbourne and all the fun to be had there.... ok, what makes me really mad is countries. why cant all the people i love live in one place?!&lt;br /&gt;[edit - I KNOW!!!!! and how weird is next christmas going to be? and how wrong is it that I spent all this christmas thinking, fuck, how weird is next christmas going to be!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. IF YOU COULD PLAY AN INSTRUMENT, WHAT WOULD IT BE? How dare you suggest i cannot play an instrument, Token hot Boy WILL take over the world!&lt;br /&gt;and my tamborine skills will help us do so! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cello. or Double bass. something big that screams FUCK OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.FAVORITE COLOR? red and black. together as one. but purple tastes better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHICH DO YOU PREFER, SPORTS CAR OR SUV? fuck cars up the arse. [or exhaust, as the case may be.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.DO YOU BELIEVE IN AFTERLIFE? no, reincarnation all the way. I believe in a thing called love&lt;br /&gt;[just listen to the rythem of my heart!] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. FAVORITE CHILDREN'S BOOK?   Where the Wild Things Are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON? English Summer. NZ Autumn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. IF YOU COULD HAVE ONE SUPER POWER, WHAT WOULD IT BE? be able to turn into anything i want at any time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. IF YOU HAVE A TATTOO, WHAT IS it?  nope. to scared of my dad, plan to get one when i skip the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. CAN YOU JUGGLE? manderins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. THE ONE PERSON FROM YOUR PAST YOU WISH YOU COULD GO BACK AND TALK TO? Grandad, I owe him an I Love You Too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE DAY? another sunday sleeps before the monday riot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. WHAT'S IN THE TRUNK OF YOUR CAR? fuck cars up the arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. WHICH DO YOU PREFER SUSHI OR HAMBURGER? Hamburger, a girl needs her insulation.&lt;br /&gt;[edit - ahahahahah!!! I'm building myself up a nice layer of blubber before i hit the uk for winter!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CARTOON? Spongebob Squarepants and TMNT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE MEAL? Chicken Fettucinne.&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOR Chips from the tron. Ahh, The Tron!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[/end of survey]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia from work saw them filming the new Powerrangers movie in Aotea Square the other day. Thats the coolest thing EVER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[rah, posting now... waiting for photos to upload...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-107243157140234825?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/107243157140234825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/107243157140234825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107243157140234825' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106821938988590973</id><published>2003-11-07T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T07:36:49.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was meant to upload so many mor epictures, but i cant be bothered. i went to a halloween party BY MYSELF which was random, but fun. met tonnes of cool people.... made a few new friends, got taken to a CRAP bar afterwards dressed in random Karen O/80s get up... it was random but fun and i drank to much and lost my voice the nest day but Steph and Anna came round and we ate Smores and watched some random program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Works cool. I got tonnes of free books and badges. and they love me. *toot toot* that was my own trumpet, but i fucking work my arse off so they should bloody love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm spent, still tryingto make cd and email photos to respective recievers..... damn augustino!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106821938988590973?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106821938988590973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106821938988590973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106821938988590973' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106821537998607345</id><published>2003-11-07T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T06:29:59.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, and my cooper wall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://images.snapfish.com/338%3B442323232%7Ffp45%3Dot%3E232%3A%3D856%3D54%3C%3DXROQDF%3E2323467%3A%3B%3B536ot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Frankie and Michelle and Rennifer and Morgan and Lambchop and.... English people in general.&lt;br /&gt;i got asked if I was british today, i laughed. Alot. its well good, innit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have a david beckham stand up at work. me and Kirsten are going to steal it and take him on a road trip. David, 'es well good an all iniit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106821537998607345?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106821537998607345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106821537998607345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106821537998607345' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106821521123615150</id><published>2003-11-07T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T06:27:10.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;More Random Pictures:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://images.snapfish.com/338%3B442323232%7Ffp45%3Dot%3E232%3A%3D856%3D54%3C%3DXROQDF%3E2323467%3A%3B9%3A43ot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats my big gay tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://images.snapfish.com/338%3B442323232%7Ffp46%3Dot%3E232%3A%3D856%3D54%3C%3DXROQDF%3E2323467%3A%3B9%3A87ot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough* yes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my fantastic glowing legwarmers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://images.snapfish.com/338%3B442323232%7Ffp45%3Dot%3E232%3A%3D856%3D54%3C%3DXROQDF%3E2323467%3A%3B%3B4%3C7ot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106821521123615150?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106821521123615150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106821521123615150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106821521123615150' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106821130206876470</id><published>2003-11-07T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T05:22:01.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*cough*&lt;br /&gt;*watches a tumbleweed tumble past*&lt;br /&gt;So.... here I am... three weeks later. Yes, i'm still alive. Sorry to all [if you ever read this again, or have you given up?] I haven't contacted recently.... lifes been intense, but very very good. &lt;br /&gt;Where do I start? At the beginning I suppose. &lt;br /&gt;The day after I last posted here my Mum did me a tarot reading, and all i wanted to do was come here and post it, because i knew I would forget what it said. and Guess what? I FORGOT. All i remember is that I got THE MOON as the me card, which is brilliant.... and I pretty much got all really negative cards. Except for one which meant something like I'm going to encounter a strong male person or something... rah rah rah whatever, I snorted at that one....&lt;br /&gt;So that was exciting number one. That weekend was the best. i went home to Mum and Dads, and spent all day Sunday asleep or on the front porch reading Trainspotting and Watership Down. I finished Trainspotting - better then the movie thats for damn sure. I read Porno, the sequal, not as good, but easier to read.I prefer books involving lots of drugs to books involving lots of sex. Does that mean something? I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;yes, that was a great weekend. The weekend after that was DATSUNS/AUGUSTINO/Labour weekend [thats a bandk holiday - three cheers all round folks!!!!] Which was possibly the best weekend I've had back in the country. Friday night I went round to Stephs and we watched C4 and Juice for a very very long time, then at the last minute decided to go buy dye and do stephs hair. so we got dye, food and beer.... and the movie Legend [sidenote: cute videostore boy no longer works at video store?! What?!] and then I did stephs hair and drank beer then we watched Legend - which we proceeded to turn into a porn movie. Its so has all the makings of PORN. I mean... the devil guy, check him out in all his porn star glory. Brilliant. I stayed at Stephs because I was well spent. Walked home the next morning - felt slightly hungover because It was the first time since i've got back that i've drunk quite a bit. It felt disturbingly comforting to be hungover. Slept all day.&lt;br /&gt;Datsuns that night, which Originally i didnt thik i could get to. In fact, originally we thought the steens were playing at the grand in HELENSVILLE?! What teh fuck?! Day trip to HELL[insville] indeed. Thank christ we saw Gareth at El Dattos so they werent. Got terribly drunk att he datsuns, drunker then ever intended. Spent copious amounts of cash. Hot Guy From Real Groovy is no longer Hot, becasue he wears OFF red pants so now he is 'Previous Hot Guy' but spent all night stalking Tanfastic. *cough* no, we're not sad!!!! got drunke rand drunker... The Cassanovas were VERY VERy good - they fucking RULE. Danced arse off to them. Saw Clifford from school which was weird as, but kinda cool. good to catch up. The Datsuns were fucking cool. Steph left me to kick strangers by myself... I woke up the next day unable to walk and with bruises all up my poor legs, which was hilarious. Slept in very very late the next day, worst hangover EVER. Not comforting this time.... at all. Walked to the bakery for Pie and Arano - oh how I've missed Arano and pie..... &lt;br /&gt;Augustino that Sunday night was the best ever. it was just like old times.... in fact I even asked myself a coupe of times... fuck, Why did I want to leave this much fun behind?? Turned up far to early and had to sit through to much shit music its not even funny. Asked Joel what was up with sending free copy of album to random girl in the UK, he was like, Well, I knew you'd be back Di... rah to him! Sean was incredibly drunk so it was one of THOSE gigs, which are always the best. There was a Mystery Band playing ... we told everyone it was us [Me, Steph and Anna] and Token Hot Boy, the greatest band ever, was born. Watch the skies... We're taking over the world. To start off we were called something that i cant even remember, then later in the evening we recruited Hot Nick and thus Token Hot Boy was born. He is our Token Hot Boy. He just stands there... looking hot. Steph was even good enough to get Photographic evidence of his hotness. Ahh, a digital camera is So the way to get a guys attention these days!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... Steens show was great. I was drinking Tequila Lemon and Lime [which is my new TVR... its pretty much just tequila. Brilliant.]  So I was drunk as a coot and dancing my arse off. I had a convo via textamafone with Marianne about being as drunk as a coot, actually!!!!  Used up all my money on my mobile calling Annie for the entire steens set. put the phone in front of Gareths pedals and he was thouroughly amused all evening and tryed to talk to annie but turns out i had already ran out of money, poor annie.  Halfway through Into The Grain a fight broke out behind us and Sean came out with the classic "You Pack Of Cunts" line.... much to some wee christian girls horror, according to steph. I cant remember any of this happening. i remember being shoved and remaning unimpressed.... no one shoves dianne cooper temple!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking pack of cunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes... good night all round... ending in wade and nick demanding boy band photos... and us having to carry out their gear. how did we end up being roadies? Pack of CUNTS! Steph loved it, I stole the stickers off Gareths keyboards. Muahaha!!! Gave Sean his oasis Book, which I think he was pleased with [he ran off ofterwards - i think he went to the shitter?] it was a great night, which even ended in PIES. yes, STEAK AND CHEESE PIES WHEN DRUNK. mmmm.... pie. Which equalled NO HANGOVER the next day - i'm telling you, pies are the cure!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ... Photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://images.snapfish.com/338%3B442323232%7Ffp46%3Dot%3E232%3A%3D856%3D54%3C%3DXROQDF%3E2323467%3A%3A%3C2%3C2ot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://images.snapfish.com/338%3B442323232%7Ffp46%3Dot%3E232%3A%3D856%3D54%3C%3DXROQDF%3E2323467%3A%3B49%3C%3Aot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://images.snapfish.com/338%3B442323232%7Ffp46%3Dot%3E232%3A%3D856%3D54%3C%3DXROQDF%3E2323467%3A%3B4%3A36ot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://images.snapfish.com/338%3B442323232%7Ffp46%3Dot%3E232%3A%3D856%3D54%3C%3DXROQDF%3E2323467%3A%3B4%3A43ot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106821130206876470?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106821130206876470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106821130206876470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106821130206876470' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106644743863350768</id><published>2003-10-17T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T20:23:58.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Ned Name is Janice McCandles.&lt;br /&gt;My friend is Jonny Parks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like The Stereophonics, Travis and Toploader. I have a Burberry Visor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106644743863350768?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106644743863350768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106644743863350768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106644743863350768' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106644663157205309</id><published>2003-10-17T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T20:10:31.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stole this from Wee Vallis blog [muahaha]&lt;br /&gt;choose a band &amp; answer only in song titles by that band: IDLEWILD&lt;br /&gt;are you male or female? Queen of the Troubled Teens&lt;br /&gt;how old are you? &lt;br /&gt;describe yourself: You Just Have To Be Who You Are&lt;br /&gt;how do some people feel about you? Satan Poloroid&lt;br /&gt;how do you feel about yourself? Last Night I Missed All The Fireworks&lt;br /&gt;describe your ex girlfriend/boyfriend: Live In a Hiding Place [ie - non exsistant?]&lt;br /&gt;describe your views on significant others &amp; crushes: Actually, Its Darkness&lt;br /&gt;describe what you want to be: Quiet Crown.&lt;br /&gt;describe how you live: I Don't Have The Map.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106644663157205309?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106644663157205309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106644663157205309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106644663157205309' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106644534117220516</id><published>2003-10-17T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T19:49:00.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I watched all the special featurees on the LOTR two towers dvd today. The next one looks fucking intense, dont know if i could handle it. Also, WHEN DID BILLY BOYDD GET REALLY, REALLY, REALLY GOOD HAIR? Ahh, wee Weedjie. Good hair..... wee Billy. Its great! They go to Real Groovy in Wellitron, REAL GROOVY! Brilliant. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106644534117220516?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106644534117220516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106644534117220516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106644534117220516' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106644414309229795</id><published>2003-10-17T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T19:29:03.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish i had discovered this sit ebefore i went to glasgow, I want to count leather shorts at the trongate!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106644414309229795?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106644414309229795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106644414309229795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106644414309229795' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106644335359701085</id><published>2003-10-17T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T19:15:53.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so amused. Neds are hilarious. I might buy my sister some Burberry for Christmas. In fact, I am DEFINTLY going to buy her some burberry. If she insists on acting Ned Like, i at least demand the full ned yard [which is 10 centimetres]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106644335359701085?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106644335359701085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106644335359701085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106644335359701085' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106644279169795342</id><published>2003-10-17T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T19:06:31.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MORE NED MADNESS!!!&lt;br /&gt;www.glasgowsurvival.co.uk - check out them well hard neds in the gallery of neds. socks over trackies, high cap angle.... hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;I have to ask myself, have these people ever been to Inverness? Or Inverned, as I like to call it. Because although glasgow IS the home of the ned, There were definatly a few million residing in Inverned. Although, i cannae get over the large amount i witnessed in Glasgow. And if i remember them being in Glasgow, they must have impacted on me in a big way, because i donnae remember much else aboot glasgae. Apparently a river runs right through the middle of it? may have to check with lambchop. I dont remember no river, mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://www.glasgowsurvival.co.uk/pictures/burbMobile.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it with Neds and Burberry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106644279169795342?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106644279169795342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106644279169795342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106644279169795342' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106640554410675773</id><published>2003-10-17T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T08:45:43.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This is for MORGAN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"ned" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Non-educated-delinquent. &lt;br /&gt;Term used refering to those who hang about shop corners drinking cider, abusing old ladies and cats etc.Also seen in sport shops purchasing shellsuits, tracksuits and white trainers. See also townies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give that old grannie her pension book back you filthy, ignorant ned.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRILLIANT!&lt;br /&gt;oh, wait, Morgan, THERES MORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"ned" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scots : A young waster who lives in the Glasgow area; a hooligan; a gang member, with skip cap, tracksuit and socks tucked into trainers. Poss. from "Non-Educated Deliquent"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah'm no a ned"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a wee ned was seen drinking buckfast up a lane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The most common use for the word 'townie' in England is that which describes a person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A townie is normally aged between 11 and 15. Listens to so-called 'garage' music such as Blazin' Squad and So Solid Crew, neither of which is REAL garage music; simply pop music with a stammering kid in fake diamonds fronting the band. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A townie will normally dress in grubby shell-toed Nike trainers, rolled-up Adidas tracksuit bottoms and an unmatching jogging top, regardless of the sex. &lt;br /&gt;If female, the jogging jacket will most likely be pink or baby blue, most likely purchased for £5 at the local market and will have the word 'PRINCESS', 'BABE', 'BLING BLING' or 'FCUK' spelt out in white across the front. &lt;br /&gt;If male, the townie's jogging top will most likely be white with blue sleeves, again purchased for £5 at a market; and will have the name of an American city spelt out across the front, ie. 'BOSTON', 'DETROIT', or 'CUBA'; ..despite the fact that these creatures are not intelligent enough to know where the places they advertise on their chests are. Most, upon asking, will not even realize that 'BOSTON' is a city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A townie will often smoke because &lt;strong&gt;"it's alrigh', innit?".&lt;/strong&gt; All townies own &lt;strong&gt;at least one item of clothing with the disgusting beige/brown Burberry print upon it.&lt;/strong&gt; Obviously, this garment is not genuine Burberry, and instead of the £400 charged for a real Burberry bag/scarf, will have been purchased for £1.50 down the local market. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A female townie will have poorly dyed blonde hair with split ends and two inch long roots, gelled back into an impossibly tight bun/ponytail held by a &lt;strong&gt;fake Burberry hair-tie.&lt;/strong&gt; The ears will also be adorned with at least three fake gold earrings &lt;strong&gt;("only two quid fer eigh' pairs dahwn 'a marke'")&lt;/strong&gt; and will have some form of acne, vainly covered up by layers upon layers &lt;br /&gt;of cheap foundation, blue eyeshadow and neon blusher. Eyes will also be caked with smudged eyeliner and clumpy blue mascara. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A male townie will not wear make-up, but will normally have a diamanté stud in one ear and boast that he did it himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All townies look down upon anyone who: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) is intelligent &lt;br /&gt;B) has a future that doesn't involve the words 'McDonald's drive-thru' &lt;br /&gt;C) owns an item of black clothing &lt;br /&gt;D) doesn't listen to So Solid Crew &lt;br /&gt;E) doesn't smoke &lt;br /&gt;F) doesn't have a forced Cockney accent &lt;br /&gt;G) shows ANY sign of refusal to conform to the masses; ie. INDIVIDUALITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'Orrigh'?" said one townie to another. &lt;br /&gt;"'Orrigh'," replied the other townie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did the townie cross the road? To punch someone in the face for no reason &lt;br /&gt;Whats the difference between a dying townie and an onion? An onion makes you cry. I rest my case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it hilarious how the brits catagorise EVERYONE. I was just informed that there is even catagorisation WITHIN the catagories?! How Funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my personal favourite.&lt;br /&gt;Mosh: to "dance" to rock music, throwing about you're greasy hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i like to mosh to atomic kitten&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;and with that, i'm off to bed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106640554410675773?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106640554410675773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106640554410675773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106640554410675773' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106640056943037286</id><published>2003-10-17T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T07:31:58.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Flaming Lips looked SO cool in the 80s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://www.flaminglips.com/media/gallery/PressPhotos/big/BandHistory/89_Blakesberg_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106640056943037286?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106640056943037286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106640056943037286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106640056943037286' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106639796147961582</id><published>2003-10-17T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T06:39:21.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lambchop is my favourite Weedjie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she sent me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Di - this job would be perfect for you I bet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;From: "SCE" &lt;br /&gt;&gt;To: &lt;br /&gt;&gt;Subject: FW: Temporary Administrative Assistant - London SE1 &lt;br /&gt;&gt;Date: Thu, 16 Oct 2003 12:49:02 +0100 &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt;-----Original Message----- &lt;br /&gt;&gt;From: Arts Jobs [mailto:artsjobs@listmail.artsfb.org.uk] &lt;br /&gt;&gt;Sent: 16 October 2003 11:56 &lt;br /&gt;&gt;To: Arts Jobs &lt;br /&gt;&gt;Subject: Temporary Administrative Assistant - London SE1 &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt;---------- &lt;br /&gt;&gt;This is a posting from the Arts Council England "arts jobs" mailing list. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;Please send any response direct to the sender rather than replying to the &lt;br /&gt;&gt;list itself. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;---------- &lt;br /&gt;&gt;YOUTH MUSIC &lt;br /&gt;&gt;Youth Music is looking for a temporary administrative assistant to work in &lt;br /&gt;&gt;the Policy and Programmes department until mid-summer 2004. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt;The person must have excellent computer skills with a good level of written &lt;br /&gt;&gt;English, be very well-organised and enjoy working as part of a busy team. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;For further information about the post, please look on the Youth Music &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would.&lt;br /&gt;Pity i'm not in London, hey? Grundlenumph poo fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106639796147961582?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106639796147961582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106639796147961582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106639796147961582' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106639326010343207</id><published>2003-10-17T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T06:13:07.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;OAN YI FUCKIN BIKE YI SPECKY RADGE!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song Of The Week:&lt;/strong&gt; Tomorrow - James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Financial Status:&lt;/strong&gt; $24.23 in bank account, 55c, 1p in wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overall State of Physical Health:&lt;/strong&gt; Exhausted, but generally Not to Shab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overall State of Mental Health:&lt;/strong&gt; Its got me going insaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-aaaaaaaaaaane....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number of times washed hair since Leeds Festival:&lt;/strong&gt; 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Savings for UK:&lt;/strong&gt; Not quite happeneing. YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the week in summery hey? Well....  Moved into flat on Sunday, its still weird. but kinda cool. Flatmates seem sound enough.&lt;br /&gt;Work is fucking intense.... like... driving me insane intense. Its weird, i like it becuase i am actually DOING sonething, where as at my old job, i wasnt so much. this job keeps me busy, and acutally doing stuff. although ikeep fucking things up... but it is only my first week by myself, right? right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant BELIEVE they took away the chutes at 42nd Street. i am devestated. And how can they have no Idlewild? they had Idlewild when we were there?!!!! Yay for Augustino messages remaining.... ahh... zee memories....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see Jesse malin play last night. It had the potential the be really, really crap because i was in a crap mood in general. I was as tired as fuck and really, really all i wanted to do was sleep, or curl up in bed and finish reading trainspotting, or at the very least get a hug from someone. I felt like death. But i had been looking forward to it all week &lt;strong&gt; [ANNIE: you'll be pleased to know that I went to Jesse INSTEAD OF POWDERFINGER. Happy? quite frankly their new album is shit.] &lt;/strong&gt; so i attempted to stay positive. Rather successfully, considering the level of misery I was feeling, i think i did quite well.  We sat in the beer garden and had drinks, Steph wouldnt let me give her money to buy mine, I feel awful, she has paid for so much stuff for me recently, includng tickets to last night, and wont let me pay her back. Rah! So I'm buying her a book from work. Jenny Coglan's newie. [muahaha i love my shop!]  So yes.... could have been crap, was ok. Found it slightly odd that i was going to see some guy i've never heard [but randomly have his autograph?!! Cheers for that one, Dan... or Sam... both?....]  over one of my favourite bands. but as i did just state, their new album is shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben King was Ok. He had red wine on a stool for show? Righto. Make him Ed Harcourt that did not. he had a pretty voice but wasn't as good as Tom either. basically he  sounded like every single other solo male artist ever... which bored the pants off me. his songs were ok, but not astoundingly interesting. He didnt make me wet my pants, lets put it that way.  Jesse was better, but again, not breathtaking. I probably would have thougth so if I had known the songs. they seemed like the kind of ace songs to sing along to and have a good time, but I wasnt in the mood to pretend to know them. I grooved a bit however, and he was very good. Took a bundle of photos. its weird, when i get a camera in my hadn i kinda forget what i'm supposed to be doing. i had to tell myself to put the camera away, and i had to actually put it in my bag, so i could pay attention to mr malin, and not fart arse around with me camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Examples:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://images.snapfish.com/33895%3B%3A723232%7Ffp8%3Enu%3D3239%3E765%3E45%3B%3EWSNRCG%3D3232548%3A6%3B964nu0mrj"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://images.snapfish.com/33895%3B%3A723232%7Ffp8%3Enu%3D3239%3E765%3E45%3B%3EWSNRCG%3D3232548%3A6%3B983nu0mrj"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://images.snapfish.com/33895%3B%3A723232%7Ffp3%3B%3Dot%3E232%3A%3D856%3D54%3C%3DXROQDF%3E2323457%3B5%3C8%3A5ot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[that ones one of my personal faves...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://images.snapfish.com/33895%3B%3A723232%7Ffp47%3Dot%3E232%3A%3D856%3D54%3C%3DXROQDF%3E2323457%3B5%3C8%3B%3Aot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://images.snapfish.com/33895%3B%3A723232%7Ffp47%3Dot%3E232%3A%3D856%3D54%3C%3DXROQDF%3E2323457%3B65784ot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://images.snapfish.com/33895%3B%3A723232%7Ffp47%3Dot%3E232%3A%3D856%3D54%3C%3DXROQDF%3E2323457%3B657%3A5ot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://images.snapfish.com/33895%3B%3A723232%7Ffp47%3Dot%3E232%3A%3D856%3D54%3C%3DXROQDF%3E2323457%3B66375ot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, we hung around, Steph had a few friends there to catch up with. I found it hilarious that her friend Jase didnt remember me, then spent the rest of the night telling me I had changed, I looked different, as if he thought I was insulted, i was like, dude, you dont even KNOW me, i dont give a fuck! I think all her friends thought I was rude.... oh well. I probably am.  One of her frie4nds was having her birthday, and wanted a hoto with Jesse, so she and steph snagged hm and went out into the lobby outside the ka [because its classy now, it has a lobby*. wtf?!] and they got photos and were having a chat. Hes really really lovley. he commented on my Jacket [I know its the best, he didnt need to tell ME that!] and my Joy division badge. I got a photo with him to [random] see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://images.snapfish.com/33895%3B%3A723232%7Ffp3%3B%3Dot%3E232%3A%3D856%3D54%3C%3DXROQDF%3E2323457%3B66352ot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny as, he was like, oh lets get one with the Jacket!&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant. He was so nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random observation of the evening:&lt;/strong&gt; Jesse Malin looks like a chicken, but smells nice. &lt;br /&gt;He gave me a pick, and I gave him some gum, somehow he got the entire packet.... what? maybe I just dropped it or something, but its gone. lucky i didnt pull out the sacred Orbit [haaaaellujah for special occasions only my son!] - I also scored an entire pockjet full of Strokes beer coasters, if anyone wants on, give us a yell because i have like 100 of them [ahaha, i did not stop at 19 young stephanie! NO SIR!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more random shots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://images.snapfish.com/33895%3B%3A723232%7Ffp47%3Dot%3E232%3A%3D856%3D54%3C%3DXROQDF%3E2323457%3B657%3B9ot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cigerette machine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://images.snapfish.com/33895%3C4323232%7Ffp47%3Dot%3E232%3A%3D856%3D54%3C%3DXROQDF%3E2323457%3B67%3B76ot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favourite building ever. The Clear building in takapuna. Its made completly of glass and is round, and has a cool sculpture in the middle of it. I drive past it on the bus to Dairy Flat. Took this photo tonight on the bus on the way home. You really cant tell what the fuck it is, but who gives a fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://images.snapfish.com/33895%3C4323232%7Ffp47%3Dot%3E232%3A%3D856%3D54%3C%3DXROQDF%3E2323457%3B67%3B78ot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exit. Stage left Even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://images.snapfish.com/33895%3C4323232%7Ffp47%3Dot%3E232%3A%3D856%3D54%3C%3DXROQDF%3E2323457%3B67%3B84ot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these two photos I took last night at the kings arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://images.snapfish.com/33895%3C4323232%7Ffp47%3Dot%3E232%3A%3D856%3D54%3C%3DXROQDF%3E2323457%3B67%3B96ot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://images.snapfish.com/33895%3C4323232%7Ffp8%3Enu%3D3239%3E765%3E45%3B%3EWSNRCG%3D3232548%3A92458nu0mrj"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i'm on a roll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://images.snapfish.com/33895%3C4323232%7Ffp8%3Enu%3D3239%3E765%3E45%3B%3EWSNRCG%3D3232548%3A92466nu0mrj"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Hamish make Cooper Art:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img ssrc = "http://images.snapfish.com/33895%3C4323232%7Ffp3%3B%3Dot%3E232%3A%3D856%3D54%3C%3DXROQDF%3E2323457%3B83396ot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a random photo of me Dan and gareth outside a random tube station.... righto?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://images.snapfish.com/33895%3C4323232%7Ffp3%3B%3Dot%3E232%3A%3D856%3D54%3C%3DXROQDF%3E2323457%3B83399ot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight me and Steph were meant to do something fun.... initially we thougth we'd go to the dogs and get drunk, maybe call the lads and see if they wanted to go out [that was stephs idea] then we thought we would watch videos or something and drink at home, but stephs mum wanted to watch somethign so we didnt end up doing and i spent $10 to catch a taxi from my house into town just so I could catch the 8.15 bus to my grans. Not an entire waste of time, i got to watch Pirates of the Carribean [say yes to pirated pirates, savvy?!]  which i may watch again in the morning [can't beat a bit of Johnny Depp with breakfast]  and I think she has Finding Nemo too... my Uncle got them in Singapore or something. Brilliant!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Steph went out for coffee the other night, it was nice. We can do it all the time. In some ways its crap not living with flan, but the fact that we can go out for coffee and actually have tuff to talk about because we havent seen eachother for a few is a great thing. We stayed in frasers til like 11 talking about everything, which was great.  Doing it again early this week also, brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh rah, the D4 are playing this weekend and I cannae go, most upsetting. As soon as I get paid on Thursday i'm going to buy ticket for the Datsuns however, I cant NOT go and see the datsuns. I was thinkign about it was Jesse, I just want to go to see a band that I can go ABSOLUTLy mental to. i want to jump around, i want bruises, I want to get drunk and fucked up. I havent done that since leeds, and by crickey, i miss it.  I hate saying it, but I'm going to mosh my arse off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i can get a ticket. if not, then its off to the kings arms [weird that all of a sudden we go THERE again all the time, i miss the dogs!] to see Pan Am. Which will mean no jumoing around, no bruises, no fun of the semi violent manner..... just eh, lets stand here and bop our heads becasue we're to cool to have a good time.... ah, Auckland eh?&lt;br /&gt;Love Pan Am however. So will not be bad alternative. I may not have pent up anger and frustration at end of next week anyway. I reckon I will, but lets work on NOT needing to kick people randomly in a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got radgey at people on the ssmb... muahaha. I'm wearing my Canteen Bandanna like a buvva in da hood. westsiiiiiiiiiiiide. I have been wearing it like this ever since i finished work and had a semi zany moment as me and liv walked out the door. her in clown pnts, me in wassup bandanna n aw. The people at my work are funny as. Me and Jony spent all day monday and tuesday talking like Father Ted and bernard Black, me and Liv keep calling everyone 'love', and kirsten is cool as. She has travelled lots and has interesting and amusing tales to tell.  Everyone is cool. I work in a bookshop... how fucking cool is that?! Pretty fucking cool. Cant wait til i work on the floor and get to wear clown pants..... *insert circus music here* brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is on MSN.... I am alooooooooooooooooooone, its 1am and i'm talking to myself. WHY?!  cos your a bloody eejit thats why. Have a cup of tea... a cup of teas JUST what you need... ahahaha.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been missing England/freinds alt recently. I dont know whether its a result of having to re-adapt to a new environment, or whether its because i've been feeling incredibly lonley recently in general, but I had a wee cry this mornaing when I got a  text message from Michelle that said something along the lines of "we're having Lasagne for tea tonight, so I'll see you around 5? glad to hear you have new job adn flat sorted, now start saving so you can com eback becaue i mmiss you." I basically read it then BURST into tears for about 10 minutes before I left for work this morning... not a good start to the day. Its terrible. I've never felt this.... left out? or just missing people this much. now I have my own flat and phonebill I'm going to be TERRIBLE with tollcalls.... maybe I shouldnt have got a pin number for safty sake. but I miss everyone and everything SO much. It was Basement night last night, i wonder if Gareth and Dan and Lauren went. Unfair. Rah..... I just want to talk to Ren Ren. i miss her tonnes, I havent spoke to her since I got back and it sucks. I need a cooper rant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah, starting to feel miserable and sorry for myself now, not right. I just want to have fun, i havent had fun for so long, like... real crazy drunk mad FUN. Fun without thought, without having to think about what people are thinking, or who I am with, or how I have to act. i miss being happy and having a good time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the perfect quote from Trainspotting applies here.... &lt;em&gt;"What was once a good, grotty local where you could fling beer over your mates and get sucked off in the womens or mens toilets is now a frighteningly sanatised hole"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106639326010343207?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106639326010343207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106639326010343207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106639326010343207' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106579979315847507</id><published>2003-10-10T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T08:29:52.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>English boys dress better then kiwis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm going to bed before i fall asleep and land on the z key like that episode of Sabrina. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;Probably wont be on for ages... i think i sent you all my details for new address phoennumber all that malark, if not, fuck it, youve all got my number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to get on in the weekends, but have no money so cant garuntee nuffink.&lt;br /&gt;xx THAT IS ALL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106579979315847507?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106579979315847507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106579979315847507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106579979315847507' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106579908701131280</id><published>2003-10-10T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T08:18:06.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got a textmessage from Annie, who is currently in Sydny, staying in our Redfern backpackers, for livid. It reads:" me laughing... wish you were HERE! Heroin adicts are coming with us tomorrow..YAY!!! they send their love xx talk soon"&lt;br /&gt;aww, I miss the Heroin Addicts in Sydney.................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106579908701131280?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106579908701131280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106579908701131280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106579908701131280' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106579836020539221</id><published>2003-10-10T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T08:06:00.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been awake for 21 hours. Brilliant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106579836020539221?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106579836020539221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106579836020539221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106579836020539221' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106579729695747758</id><published>2003-10-10T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T07:48:16.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish i had friends to hang out with. Like, I'm bored *ring up friend* lets do something pointless....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Erin like mad, cant wait til summer when she comes back, then we can sit around, drink red wine, eat chicken and watch Jeff Buckley Docos like last year. I miss her like mad i do.... I wish I had freinds to go out with randomly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wh am i thinking about this again. i thought I had gotten over it... but I fully only ever hang out with Steph. Not a bad thing at all. Do you know what it is? its SO pathetic. i'm paranoid that at my new flat they'll lik ehave a party, and say Invite some friends, and I dont HAVE any friends to invite. if they ever have parties I'm jus tnot going to go... I'll go home to mum and dads or something. It would be to embarrassing when no one I know turns up. Which will happen. I mean, I know I have quite a few freinds, but conveiniently they are in Australia and England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;That pretty much sums up why I want to move overseas I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently discovered that I SUCK at Minesweeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan is eating Sausages. She is Yellow. &lt;br /&gt;I want Yum Yums. Why cant you get them here. i was so sure i knew wher eyou could get them, but i dont. OH which reminds me, I found somewhere that sells redbull concerntrate for $1.50 a bottle. I'm going to buy some as soon as I get paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which isnt for SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO long [SOOOOOOOOOOOO LONG!]&lt;br /&gt;I got given a free disposable camera at work the other day. because i dont really want it, i'm taking random photos of people wearing burberry for Frankie. She loves Burberry. I'm going to see Aphex Twin at BDO. I hope i can get the day off work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i did Stocktake at Stephs work, I for international Noise Conspiracy and James' best of. As soon as I get home tomorrow I'm going to my bedroon and listening to James and pretending i'm in a backpackers in Scotland again. Brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still suck at Minesweeper. I've been playing it with Madz for like, 2 hours or something. I suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Morgan are going to kill Chris Martin. then eat Yum Yums. After we have found Mr Woomble. I dislike Caramel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the best book free from work yesterday. Its called The Art Of Looking Sideways. Its HUGE and i almost actually bought it from real groovy a very long time ago, its pretty much a really random collection of qoutes, soties, pictures, things... all in a book compiled buy some designer guy. its great. Its like if you turned my life into a book, it woul dbe lik eit.... it has some hilarious stuff in it, but its in the other room and i'm a lazy tart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus none of you care really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats right, I knew me and Bodie discussed something relevant the other night. Me and Bodie spent about 10 minutes [while steph was at the bar, it was hilarious.] discussing how pretty Dolf De Datsun is. Then I went to the bar, while steh was there, got a drink like that *clicks fingers* and steph was still in line, shes too polite. I gave up being polite after that CUNT of a bartender in Maidenhead. What a prat. Also I was in a bitch of a mood that night, some chick pushed past me and I was just like OH FUCK OFF right in her face, she gave me the hard core evils, I laughed and apologised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a slag.&lt;br /&gt;it was a good night, i repeat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106579729695747758?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106579729695747758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106579729695747758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106579729695747758' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106579138601703360</id><published>2003-10-10T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T06:09:46.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gareth is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAh BIANCA AND KEVIN ARE GETTING MARRIED!!!!! oh oh, how FAB! awww..... i am sad I couldnt go to their party the other night..... yay for them!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god, i cant get over toms AWFUL hair....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106579138601703360?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106579138601703360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106579138601703360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106579138601703360' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106578993425089549</id><published>2003-10-10T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T05:45:33.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rah, so weird, it will let me post photos here, but not as an avatar on mbs. Righto. Just to be a bastard....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are Whirlwind Heat photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://images.snapfish.com/33889%3B9523232%7Ffp8%3Enu%3D3239%3E765%3E45%3B%3EWSNRCG%3D3232546488%3A28nu0mrj"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favourite one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://images.snapfish.com/33889%3B9523232%7Ffp8%3Enu%3D3239%3E765%3E45%3B%3EWSNRCG%3D3232546488%3A35nu0mrj"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drummer from the Mint Chicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://images.snapfish.com/33889%3B9523232%7Ffp8%3Enu%3D3239%3E765%3E45%3B%3EWSNRCG%3D3232546488%3A39nu0mrj"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://images.snapfish.com/33889%3B9523232%7Ffp8%3Enu%3D3239%3E765%3E45%3B%3EWSNRCG%3D323254648%3B63%3Cnu0mrj"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kings Arms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://images.snapfish.com/33889%3B9523232%7Ffp8%3Enu%3D3239%3E765%3E45%3B%3EWSNRCG%3D323254648%3B646nu0mrj"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://images.snapfish.com/33889%3B9523232%7Ffp8%3Enu%3D3239%3E765%3E45%3B%3EWSNRCG%3D323254648%3B65%3Bnu0mrj"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random guy with great hair:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://images.snapfish.com/33889%3B9523232%7Ffp3%3B%3Dot%3E232%3A%3D856%3D54%3C%3DXROQDF%3E232345557%3C577ot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a random Shocksy.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://images.snapfish.com/33889%3B9523232%7Ffp8%3Enu%3D3239%3E765%3E45%3B%3EWSNRCG%3D323254648%3B639nu0mrj"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106578993425089549?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106578993425089549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106578993425089549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106578993425089549' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106577991541856512</id><published>2003-10-10T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T02:58:34.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so massive catchup to do. I will first proceed to empty inbox of email.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, whats this, an email from ERIN. Titled. ITS THE 80s.... DI THIS IS SO YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, i love that I am 80s girl, my 21st will be the best ever...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....&lt;br /&gt;[side note: am currently on the phone listening to BRMC live in Auckland, because Steph is the best ever and rang me, but my phone just ran out of battery WHAT A BASTARD........... it was my fave song too!!!! i fucking HATE being poor! more on that soon... back to inbox...]&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU REMEMBER THIS!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You grew up in the eighties if...... &lt;br /&gt; 1. You've ever ended a sentence with the word "PSYCHE". &lt;br /&gt; 2. You watched the Pound Puppies. &lt;br /&gt; 3. You can sing the rap to the "Fresh Prince of Bel Air" &lt;br /&gt; 4. You wore biker shorts under your skirts and felt &lt;br /&gt;stylish. &lt;em&gt; [oh yeah, i had like 5 pairs. my best ones were black with purple sidepanels, i was the coolest ever...]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You yearned to be a member of the Baby-sitters club and tried to start a club of your own. &lt;em&gt;[False. I was a Sweet Valley girl.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You owned those lil Strawberry Shortcake pals scented dolls.&lt;em&gt; [yes, you can get those again, its so wrong you can get EVERYTHING from my youth again. todays generation is trying to STEAL everything I loved. Bastards.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You know that "WOAH" comes from Joey on Blossom. &lt;em&gt;[False, its TOTALLY a Bill and Ted thing, dude.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh....Joey....what a stud!!! &lt;em&gt;[you use the word stud?!]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Two words: M.C. Hammer &lt;br /&gt; 9. You ever watched "Fraggle Rock".&lt;em&gt; [I wish i bought that shirt from ... shop i have erased from memory so i didnt buy it... in Edinburgh]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You had plastic streamers on your handle bars.&lt;em&gt; [I did not, my bike was too cool, it was a tenspeed for rugged terrain]&lt;br /&gt; 11. You can sing the entire theme song to "Duck Tales". [ooOOOoooh]&lt;br /&gt;12. It was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons. &lt;em&gt;[I KNOW I mean WHAT HAPPENBED THERE?! Now its only worth waking up on a sunday for Gummi Bears, then going back to bed because thats the ONLY decent thing on television these days, how RUDE!]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 13. You wore a ponytail on the side of your head. &lt;em&gt;[hey man, i still do. Frankie did we get photos at Leeds?!]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You saw the original "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" on the big  screen. &lt;em&gt;[DAMN straight. has anyone seen the new TMNT? its so wrong. its all... asian cartoony, and has a different theme song, no crang, and NO BEEBOP AND ROCKSTEADY?! ]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Hong Kong Fuey...number one super guy...  &lt;em&gt;[hong kong phooey... faster then the human eye...]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 16. You made your mum buy one of those clips that would hold your  shirt  in a knot on the side. [ok, i did not know you could get a clip that did that, but if i did, i would own one today.]&lt;br /&gt;17. Gay was happy, butch a kind of dogfood and camp meant a tent and the outdoors.  &lt;em&gt;[Tux keeps them full of life... fit as a fiddle, sharp as a knife.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. You wore Jordache jean jacket and you were proud of it. &lt;em&gt;[yeah i have no idea what that means but i still have my black acidwash jacket. it doesnt fit, but its there. i wore it right up until 5th form. people threw things...]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. L.A. Gear... &lt;br /&gt;20. You wanted to change your name to "JEM" and have flashing earrings. SYNERGY STARS!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;21. You remember reading "Are You There God? Its Me Margaret".  [&lt;em&gt;Brilliant. personally, i preferred 'Starring Sally J Freedman as herself" ]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 22. You know the profound meaning of "WAX ON, WAX OFF" &lt;br /&gt; 23. You wanted to be a Goonie. Goonies NEVER say die!!!! &lt;em&gt;[I KNOW!]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. You ever wore fluorescent clothing. Yeah, and more then one colour  at a time!!! &lt;strong&gt;[note to SOMEONE WITH ACCESS TO CAMDEN MARKETS: PLEASE BUY ME PINK LEGWARMERS FOR XMAS. PREFERABBLY FLOURESCENT]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 25. You can remember what Michael Jackson looked like before his nose  fell off... &lt;br /&gt;26. You have ever pondered why Smurfette was the only female smurf.&lt;em&gt; [I feel a Donnie moment... they dont even have reporductive organs under those... little... white... pants...]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 27. Blurple iceblocks!!! Oh, YEAH!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;28. Slapbracelets. &lt;em&gt; [Yes, am wearing one RIGHT now...... Hello, slapband QUEEN!]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. You still get the urge to say "NOT" after every sentence. [&lt;em&gt;urge, what is this urge, i do. NOT!]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. You remember Hypercolor t-shirts. &lt;em&gt;[they never made it to Wellsford]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Barbie and the Rockers were your favourite band. &lt;em&gt;[no. I loathed barbie. the misfits all the way]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. You thought She-ra and He-Man should hook up. &lt;em&gt; [ahahaha]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 33. You thought your childhood friends would never leave because you exchanged friendship bracelets. &lt;br /&gt; 34. You ever owned a pair of J e lly-Shoes.&lt;em&gt; [ahahaa, annmarie in 4th form]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 35. After you saw Pee-Wee's Big Adventure you kept saying "I know you  are, but what am I?" &lt;br /&gt; 36. You remember "I've fallen and I can't get up" &lt;br /&gt; 37. You remember going to the skating rink before there were in-line  skates. &lt;em&gt;[and breaking a boys arm on the bus on the way home. Shot Dianne, you broke the most annoying boy in schools arm. MUAHAHAHA!]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 38. You ever got seriously injured on a Slip and Slide. Who knew grass  could burn??!!? &lt;em&gt;[IIIIIIIIIIIIIII KNOW!!!!!!]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 39. You have ever played with a Skip-It. &lt;em&gt;[skiip it.... skkiiiip it!!! they should change this to "your dad ran over your skipit." I had three because he kept running them over.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 40. You had or attended a birthday party at McDonalds. &lt;em&gt;[No, Gerogie pie. I was in NZ, afterall. Gerogie Pie was the BEST EVER]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 41. You've gone through this list occasionally saying  "This wasn't  from  the 80's!"  &lt;em&gt;[  ireckon, i had my skip it when i was like 10, that was not the 80s.]&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;42. You remember Popples. &lt;em&gt;[*hugs popple* my popple is my best friend]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. "Dont worry, be happy" &lt;em&gt;[say NO to that song, anbd my father singing it to me to try and cheer me up, and it being on an advert on tv right now, and him going aww, its dis song! every time its on.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 44. You wore like, EIGHT pairs of socks over tights with high top  Reeboks. &lt;em&gt;[what? no... i never had hightop reeboks, i had gumboots. what, i grew up in the country!!!!]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. You wore socks scrunched down. &lt;em&gt;[yes, and dreaded the day when i had to go to highschool where they MADE you pull them up. ahahaha, i HATE socks scrunched down now!!!]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 46. There was only ever one movie playing at a time at the theatre not  multiplexs &lt;em&gt;[and it costed $3 tp get in, and had halftime]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. You remember boom boxes vs cd players. &lt;br /&gt;48. You remember watching both "Gremlins" movies. &lt;br /&gt;49. You know what it meant to say "Care Bear Stare!!" &lt;em&gt;[DUDE! whats with the recent carebear comeback?!!! and its still not as good as gummibears. its too nicey nicey. it lacks comedy.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 50. You remember watching Rainbow Bright and My Little Pony Tales" &lt;em&gt;[*cough* ihave36mylittleponies*cough* you all knew that... muahaha]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. You thought Doogie Howser was hot. &lt;em&gt;[no, i fancied his friend who climbed through his window.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. You remember Alf, the lil furry brown alien from Melmac.&lt;em&gt; [who ate cats!]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. You remember New Kids on the Block when they were cool. &lt;em&gt;[what? they stopped being cool?! ahaha]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. You know what a wuzzle is, and think bumblelion is cute &lt;em&gt;[Bumblelion is the greatest]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 55. You know all the words to Bon Jovi - SHOT THRU THE HEART. and you're to blame, you give looove a bad name &lt;br /&gt; 56. You remember the Garbage Pal Kids &lt;br /&gt; 57. You watched Rainbow, with Zippy, Bungle and George &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... i needed and 80s rant. thankyou erinkitty!!!!&lt;br /&gt;its over, i promise. &lt;strong&gt;SERIOUS about those pink legwarmers&lt;/strong&gt; however *glares at Lauren* Xmas... Legwarmers, I cant believe i forgot to get them!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRANKIE MET FRANKIE!!!!! 'I play Bass...." BRILLIANT!!!!! I am going to ring Frankie as soon as i get home tomorrow morning so she can tell me more.... FRANKIE POULAIN!!!!! AAAAAAAAAARGH! I had random as message on my phone this morning, and was like, what the fuck? just sounded like alot of noise. I guessed it was frankie, somehow... IT WAS THE DARKNESS i completly forgot what day she was seeing them on..... ooohhh i cant wait to hear how they were!!! I miss the darkness... oh, i have that album on this computer.&lt;br /&gt;*puts on the darkness*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom changed his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am distraught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;did a gay quiz thing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(18-26 points) &lt;br /&gt;You are DORIS DAY OR ROBERT YOUNG: You are fun, friendly, and popular. You &lt;br /&gt;are a real crowd pleaser. Have probably been out on the town your share of &lt;br /&gt;times, yet you come home with the values that your mother taught you. &lt;br /&gt;Marriage and children are important to you, but only after you have fun. &lt;br /&gt;Don't let the people you please influence you to stray. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok sop Toms hair is AWFUl and I'm going to CRY.&lt;br /&gt;No. NO NO NO.&lt;br /&gt;Its so bad.&lt;br /&gt;Very bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106577991541856512?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106577991541856512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106577991541856512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106577991541856512' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106531128777757991</id><published>2003-10-04T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T16:48:07.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey&lt;br /&gt;Got job,.&lt;br /&gt;Got Flat.&lt;br /&gt;flat in mt eden, kinda way out of the way but flatties seem nice enough and its tres tres cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant be bothered writing about how weird yestersday was so i'll just say, i fancy the pants off the drummer from the mint chicks, have photos. will post them when i can...... he has the BEST hair and a pretty glittery bracelet. Jacquita would love him NO end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whrilwind Heat were way excellent, had so much fun standing on pile of deckchairs outside taking photos and almost falling on drummer boy.... or as i like  to call him, Noel Feilding Cooper Girly Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i posted the most pointless message on the TCTC board hte other day i cant believe people replyed to it. I love Team Cooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going now.... wont be online very much at all... which sucks arse but hey, i have a job, i'll be home soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106531128777757991?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106531128777757991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106531128777757991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106531128777757991' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106505689478575607</id><published>2003-10-01T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T18:08:14.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am dead jeaclous, team cooper had the best time the other night... stupid new zealand.... i fully could have tayed in london for 27 extra days with only 100pounds...... rah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter nit, i have  job... i start tomorow and am looking at a flat in parnell tonight... then going to see goodshirt and a bunch of other bands for the xbox first borthday. ace. might score a free xboix, who knows. like i care... i want a nintendo 64. they are th way forward - even though they are backward really... hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing exciting happened over the last week. frankie rang me. jacquita rang me..... i was meant to be in melbourne the other night... like, was actually meant to be there, the beings were playing,m i was going to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snort*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this keyboard is all fucky.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i get this flat, its on york st [ahaha for some ofdd reason it amuses me] and is tres cheap, and has internet [back of the net!] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got the most amusing email from lauren: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello di bellamy pants, &lt;br /&gt;I miss you and your so great and we re going to live in the cooper temple and stalk coopers and have band sex and raaaaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uni is great but i have no money so i need a job, plus i need to save up for festivals next year, double raa, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you willy pants &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lauren xx &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn steph just emailed me a link about acne just because of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;. Keep your hair clean &lt;br /&gt;It is important to wash your hair regularly. Avoid oily hair products, such as anti-frizz products, because they may eventually spread over the forehead, causing blackheads. Remember to cover your face when applying hairsprays and gels. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like having dirty hair, and care not about the state of my face.&lt;br /&gt;RAH! ehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, going now, hve to actually find other flats in case this one falls through.&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106505689478575607?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106505689478575607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106505689478575607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106505689478575607' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106471106546427060</id><published>2003-09-27T18:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T18:04:25.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cant stop saying 'Righto' like my dad. spent too much time with Dad. Need a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106471106546427060?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106471106546427060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106471106546427060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106471106546427060' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106471104024738313</id><published>2003-09-27T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T18:04:00.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PETER GOT VOTED OFF FAME ACADAMY?!&lt;br /&gt;I AM MOST UPSET!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have smashing new Jeans to console me. I did the whole, Hi, can I have a pair exactly the same as these, but ... clean... thing. YAAAAAAAAAAY New Jeans, I feel bad they are meant to be my Chrissy pressie but Gran wants me to wear them now. not argueing, they are brill and work must begin IMMEDIATLY on the wearing in of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most. excellent.&lt;br /&gt;I have money on my phone yup yup yup and am wired on Redbull. Wahey! there is an Oneils in Takapuna! I freaked out, they even have the same food!!!!!! best they dont have Carling though, how rude. Still, Hurrah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say yes to &lt;a href="http://www.alan-partridge.co.uk"&gt; THIS &lt;/a&gt; Alan Partridge Site, found by Craig.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to buy DVDs when i get a job. And a DVD player *cough* Jackanackanory................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This computer is fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan:  Do you know what this bathroom says to me? Aqua. Which is French for water. It’s like being inside an enormous Fox’s Glacier Mint. Which, again, to me is a bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha... Alan is the best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan:  I remember I hit a fox once. Yes, in the Peak District. I remember seeing the reflection in its eyes just before I hit it. It was too late, of course. But I didn’t kill it, that was the tragedy, I had to go back and finish him off with a jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan:  Oh, very busy. I’ve been working like a Japanese prisoner of war. But a happy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan:  I need to watch my figure.&lt;br /&gt;Alan:  I’ll watch it for you! With my little binoculars – wooo! Mind you, I can’t talk; I’ve got a fat back.&lt;br /&gt;Susan:  What’s that?&lt;br /&gt;Alan:  It’s a build-up of fatty deposits just above the belt-line. It’s fairly well concealed in casual clothing, but you don’t want to see me in my underpants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is brilliant:&lt;br /&gt;Alan:  &lt;strong&gt;Here, listen to this, it’ll blow your socks off.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh thunder, apparently this means i have to get off the computer. What a bunch of Cock.&lt;br /&gt;Homeward bound an all then&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106471104024738313?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106471104024738313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106471104024738313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106471104024738313' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106466867897831902</id><published>2003-09-27T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T06:17:58.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How denied am I right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;26/09/03&lt;br /&gt;Transmission Club after Islington gig&lt;br /&gt;After they've played Saturday night's sold out Islington Academy show, the band will be heading to the Camden Barfly to Dj at the new Transmission night launch. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very, Very denied.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT COOPERS its not fair itsnot fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righto i'm off to bed... oh fuck i forgot to ring dad.... shit shit shitters.... now i have to wake up mega early to do so...  can i even be botehred going shopping tomorrow, i have NO money.... nooooooooooone so even if i do fine my little ponies [going to the flea markets...] I cannae BUy them... but gran said she'll get me jeans,maybe we'll just go straight to Route 66 and get them... ahaha, exactly the same pair as this please *point to arse* butnot so.. fucked up.....  i wish i had bought decent clothes with me... i have likee, my spam tshirt, my ratty photography jumper, my usa hoodie [its bad enough that i'm going to the SHORE.....] and my massive huge faux fur jacket. whioch is snuggle and warm... ahaha and the scarf i'm wearing is SO vile, its "white" which means, because its mine, that its actually wel... brown.... more grey actually. Like Tim Bisleys sweatband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god&lt;br /&gt;The hugest thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Frankie is sending me a package, right.&lt;br /&gt;Possibly almost as great as recieving TCTC album, notebook and kerrang with massive benedick.... SHE IS SENDING ME CINNAMON GRAHAMS! The best ceral ever... oh i cant wait to share them with steph... cinnamon granhams!!!! the food of leedsfestival!!!! FRANKIE IS THE BEST! FRANKIE IS THE BEST! oh oh oh..... the anticipation will KILL me. it is already. my mouth is watering no end! i'm all excited! like a puppy excited! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh.&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm off. mikes cooking baked beans, then we're going to polish his guns, and watch the a-team.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106466867897831902?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106466867897831902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106466867897831902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106466867897831902' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106466730642487301</id><published>2003-09-27T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T05:55:05.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everyone has left msn.... i might go to bed. no one to talk to.. ho hum....&lt;br /&gt;ergh, made myself bleed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have revived my most fave jumper from Photography, my Photography Jumper. It has holes in the sleeves and is too small, and ok no, it doesnt still smell of fix, i wish more then ever that it did..... i wish this was a real website so i could put pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106466730642487301?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106466730642487301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106466730642487301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106466730642487301' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106466714413001972</id><published>2003-09-27T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T05:52:23.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is final.&lt;br /&gt;For NZ Idol, Di  and Steph say Cheers will be dressing as The Darkness.&lt;br /&gt;We shall perform Get Your Hands Off My Woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall be a Huge hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has anyone actually read the words to get your hands off my woman?&lt;br /&gt;they are brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;You were young and you were surley, in latino lover mode&lt;br /&gt;we all know whats on your agenda&lt;br /&gt;we've broken the code&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got no right to lay claim to her frame&lt;br /&gt;shes not my possession&lt;br /&gt;you cunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[thats my personal favoutie bit. just the way its written. You Cunt. Fucking brilliant.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your hands off my woman, motherfucker.... etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;octoped you've got six hands too many&lt;br /&gt;and you cant keep them to yourself&lt;br /&gt;your too fat and too old to marry&lt;br /&gt;so they lef tyou on teh shelf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got no right to lay claim to her frame&lt;br /&gt;but you soiled my obssession&lt;br /&gt;YOU CUNT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get yur hands off my woman motherfucker etc etc&lt;br /&gt;OW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Walkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://www.bbc.co.uk/fameacademy/images/newsimage/peter_carol2_195.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106466714413001972?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106466714413001972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106466714413001972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106466714413001972' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106466374528633572</id><published>2003-09-27T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T04:55:44.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apparently, someone should hire me as a Proffessional Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeheheh, Steph said that. Which is brilliant. Normally she tells me I am too nice. I've had it up to here with little fuckheads pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will squash them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also cheat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://burns.thefinaldimension.org/contrib/edoom/cussing.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106466374528633572?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106466374528633572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106466374528633572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106466374528633572' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106466035858925959</id><published>2003-09-27T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T03:59:17.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Emptying of my Text Message Inbox:&lt;br /&gt;"I love you. I just read your blog, move here, i miss you!" - Jacquita, 27.9.03, 19:07austime.&lt;br /&gt;"I Heard your back in NZ Dude! How was the UK?!" - Bodie, 24.09.03, 10.47nztime [must keep so i remembe rot reply/ring bodie.]&lt;br /&gt;"aargh, not sure if this is the right area code, so if this getsto you, it'll be a miracle.but dude, i miss you and am coming back to NZ. Not sure when," - Jacquita24.9.03, 7.13amaustime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sidenote: New favourite phrase, stolen from Steph: CRAP AS CANOLA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;[canola is like margirine]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is my new number.hope ur well miss u loads i'm in my crib listeningto coopers i'm in love with them.u got a job yet? love ren the spagett" - Lauren21.09.03, 20.49pm uk time. [must remember to save number]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOME GOOD OLD TIMES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pub72.ezboard.com/faugustinofrm1.showMessage?topicID=7.topic"&gt;Gary, my hungarian boyfriend&lt;/a&gt; I do miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pub72.ezboard.com/faugustinofrm1.showMessage?topicID=9.topic"&gt;The days when we freaked out about Augustino like teens&lt;/a&gt; I miss those times.&lt;br /&gt;Oh... our Augustino board was great fort eh whole... month that it lasted before it got attacked by adverts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;Annie says:&lt;br /&gt;Vous recevrez le meilleur travail jamais et ils vous aimeront et vous serez le clown de bureau. ..the celui qui tout le monde fait rit. ..you EST Daisy Steiner &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be WAY mean on the SSMB, because i can and i need to vent negative energy.&lt;br /&gt;Have forgotten about Movie on telly because i am talking to steph and annie, which is amusing me no end, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106466035858925959?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106466035858925959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106466035858925959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106466035858925959' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106465372303837341</id><published>2003-09-27T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T02:08:43.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry, just got a text from Jacquita saying she read my blog... COME ONLINE JACQUI!!! TALK TO MEEEEEEEEEEE BEFORE YOU GO TO SEE THE BEINGS!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106465372303837341?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106465372303837341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106465372303837341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106465372303837341' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106465365601866747</id><published>2003-09-27T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T02:07:36.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Email from Annie that cheered me up slightly but then made me sad because I want Annie to visit me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I THINK YOU ARE THE BESTEST EVER!!&lt;br /&gt;AND IF I COULD, I WOULD CALL YOU EVERY NIGHT AND THEN COME OVER FOR A CUP OF TEA AND A CHOCCY BISCUIT ON SUNDAY AFTERNOON AND WE'D LISTEN TO COOPERS AND IDLEWILD AND LAUGH ABOUT HOW PRETTY TOM IS AND HOW MUCH I LOVE JON AND LAUGH AND LAUGH AND LAUGH!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Also, random mention of THAT 80S SHOW??!?! Well that just makes me bitter, i miss that 80s show... I miss pretending to be all 80s and having cool hair like Katie.... and have crao 80s parties that no one comes too but i get incredibly drunk at to the point of passing out.... oohh, those were good times.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been planning my 21st ever since i got back. I have decided, that if Augustino wont play [ I will try and con them into coming - there will be free beer] I'm going to make a HUGE pile of 80s comilation cds and have the best 80s party ever. Typically, the only people that will come will be Steph and Erin, and Annie... and maybe Jacquita....  but i dont care. I will dress up in my best legwarmers and ra ra skirt.... and.... and... get drunk and dance my arse off. because its MY 21st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay... annies cming annies coming annies coming.... i hope she brings her brither and sister, they are the biz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want to be Julia Deans.... and am going to dance outside Duran Duran because I cant afford a ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann marie is back from Brisvegas, She went to Australia Zoo. Steve was not there. i am dissapointed. as is she. Steve Urwin is GREAT and makes me laugh more then anything right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except Dude wheres my car, which is on telly tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night, i had the most fun trashing my bedroom. Me and Hamish locked ourselve sin my bedroom and had a fake festival. We played The Darkness and Electric Six [dad remains unimpressed by hamishes singing of gay bar... all he ever says is gay bar gay bar gay bar] and TCTC and spent about 4 hours jumping on my bed doing air guitar and tamborining, i might buy hamish a tamborine for christmas... i have a huge bruise on one leg from tamborining, and a dent in my roof from chucking it around. and the base of my bed is broken, but dont tell Dad. and i almost put my foot through my favourite painting, which was the reason we stopped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACQUI ONLINE NOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106465365601866747?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106465365601866747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106465365601866747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106465365601866747' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106464815059180117</id><published>2003-09-27T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T00:35:50.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am disgruntled, I am singing Robbie Williams and therefore want to blow my fucking head off. YOU CAN DO IT OZZY! BITE HIS FUCKING HEAD OFF!!!! Sorry, Little Nicky was on TV last night, I only saw that bit, but it was enough to keep me amused for ohh... five minutes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah.... i was in a good mood til i realised that I cant go to any of the gigs coming up, maily Whirlwind Heat. I couldn't go even if I could afford tickets... I think Stephs going with someone from her work straight from work, which means i would have no one to go with. And i cant keep crashing at her house, i feel bad. So... rah. RAH everything is SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah, i was in SUCH a good mood until i realised that. Fuck everything. Its not fucking FAIR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the reason I've been in a good - ok, it was more a confised but thinking mood. I might move to Melbourne like, next week if i dont get a job. like, seriously. I was talkingt o Jacqui last night and she was fully going on about how she could get me a job... and i could crash at her place rah rah rah, and its only $200 to fly one way at the moment, and i joked about it to Dad this morning and he was like, I can give you $200 if thats what you want to do... And i was laughing and he was like... no, I'm serious... find out all the info and if you are really that miserable here, then do it. I was in shock due to the fact that last time i mentioned going to melbourne dad was SERIOUSLY anti it..... I wonder if I could actually do it. I mean, i have about $180 in the bank... oh fuck, why am i even thinking about this, everyone knows i wont actually DO anything, i'm to crap. I never do anything. I do the same stupid thing every day. My life has turned into ... argh i should live in a trailer in america somewhere with my hair in curlers and.... lots of alcohol. All i ever do is wake up, look after my baby brother, try and kill myself on his skateboard, watch tv, sleep, watch tv, sleep, sleep, sleep, talk to myself... yes, i have acutally started having conversations with MYSELF because no one in my house ever listens to me becasue they are all sick of hearing about Leeds festival and the two breif months of my life that i actually spent happy....  fucking hell... all i ever do is complain... at least when i lived in town and went to gigs with steph i could pretend i knew people and had people to talk to... now i just feel like a big fat loner that no one can be botehred talking to, because i'm to far away. Fuck even my friedns that live in Helensville have not spoken to me since i got back. oh rah.. and now i'm going to cry.... FUCK FUCK FUCK i was in SUCH a good mood before.... Fur Patrol were on TV... and I was all set to come on here and rave about them and how hot Andrew Bain is, but now i dont give a fuck because even though he is really hot, its not like i'll get to go SEE htem if they played..... I need Erin, why is she in stupid dunedin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph feels shit too, its not fair. At least one of us should be happy so we can cheer each other up, but we're both all poopy.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah my Gran gave me $50 again, and i told her i didnt want it, but I wanted a pair of jeans for christmas because she keeps bugging me about christmas.... i fucking HATE christmas right now, and its not even october.... i dont want to be around my family this christmas, last christmas was the worst time ever, i might just do what i did last year and drink all the red wine until i [a] pass out [b] spew or [c] PASS OUT AND SPEW [ok, so that was a Spaced moment... i watched all of series two last night *apologies*] EVEN TIMBISLEY DIDN'T CHEER ME UP. It just made me realise that i try and live my life in some form of fantasy land or something... oh god, its so amelie, i'm to scared to actually Do things and i'd rather live in my head.... I actually felt myself thinking, hmm... i could be Daisy Steiner... fucking hell why cant i just be me....  and yesterday i actually sat on the end of my bed, in a huff because i wanted to ring someone but had no one to ring, and said out loud 'I want to go home'. My Dad heard me and was like, WHAT?! I felt really bad.... and for some odd reason i was like *cover my mouth* as if i had said something really awful.... fuck fuckity fuck fuck.... and i keep saying it'll all go back to normal when i get a job, but that wont happen any time soon. and i know myself wel l enough to know that when it DOES happen i'll completly forget about how i feel right now, and i'll be back in the swing of things and living in town and... wtill, have no friends... but at elast be able to go back to pretending i know people.... rah rah rah i'm just repeating myself complaining....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss too many people, its not healthy. i miss people i dont even know that well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to stop. i want to walk into the sea and never come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106464815059180117?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106464815059180117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106464815059180117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106464815059180117' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106445897927232692</id><published>2003-09-24T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T20:02:59.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eh... few hours later... have calmed down a bit after talking to Jamie and Wincy on MSN....  have decided that i lack motivation. cannot be changed. tryed before. am useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a text from Jacquita yesterday saying she was goin gto call me because she missed me heaps and heaps and was going to come to NZ to see me, which made me cry I was so happy because i hadnt heard from her in ages and miss her heaps... and again i cant actually afford to call her... i hope she comes over, i need to talk to someone. I might call Steph tonight... I miss Steph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not going to gigs is ok, i mean it means saving money right?!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously all i care about right now is getting a job and a flat. then all i care abou tis going back overseas. ok, or at least having $1500 in a savings account and a visa by next July. Then i can either go overseas, or keep saving for a bit. depending on how i feel. mum keeps making that 'oh what if you meet a nice boy' joke... ahahaahahah AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH Even if i did meet a nice boy, the nice boy would not like me and it would be pointless anyway. I think her and dad have written me off as a hope for grandchildren, its pretty obvious I'm going to die barren and bitter with lots of cats. I cant believe I've been thinking about that recently. How sad, I dont have a boyfriend... i want one rah rah rah... NO. I hate being a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough. Gran is going to post my Cv tomorrow and.... maybe I'll be ok. &lt;br /&gt;I wish that stupid job in the clothes store was taking cvs for longer then two days, how stupid is THAT. I bet they play crap music ANYWAY so THERE *flicks hair*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have picked my face..... I need to wash my hair... i am hungry and i want a cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;And soem candy fags, becausei keep talking about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a tape yesterday for Jamie and realised how out of the NZ music loop i am, it is the kind of tape i would have made 2 years ago. i bet Steph can predict the tracklisting: Letterbox Lambs, Shihad, Fur patrol, Weta, Breathe, Augustino etc etc.... I dont even know whats new anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know that the feelers are playing at the grand hotel in HELENSVILLE?!?!?! AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!! if I am still unemployed and live in the ville i will get mum and dad to take me, they'll love it i'm sure..... HELENSVILLE?!?!?!?! Madness. Elemeno P are playing to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god i think i am bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;My Mum yesterday told me i have an unnattural obssession with death and killing things. thats TWICE I've been told that. ....... excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106445897927232692?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106445897927232692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106445897927232692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106445897927232692' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106444500951527767</id><published>2003-09-24T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T16:10:09.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And i want to go to Whirlwind Heat and i cant get tickets becuase i cant get into town which also means i cant apply for this ace job in newmarket at Dymocks [book shop] because i'm not paying $20 for the bus just to drop my cv in, then have to come back a week later for an interview..... everything is going horribly wrong. i was meant to come home, find a job sweet as... move straight into town and be happy. but i cant get a job, i'm stuck in Helensville [oh, the joy!] and i dont even feel like i have any friends because i havent spoken to anyone whos not related to me and therefore HAS to speak to me for like, a week.....  and i cant afford to ring anyone because everyone is a tollcall from mum and dads and i dont have any stupid money.... and no one ever rings me anyway.. why do i always do teh stupid ringing up?! rah. everything is crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106444500951527767?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106444500951527767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106444500951527767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106444500951527767' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106444482882210081</id><published>2003-09-24T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T16:07:08.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, thats just typical. i just spent about 30 mintues putting an entire post in here, but because i cant even use a mouse properly without hitting the wrong stupid buttons i have deleted it. i'm bnot oging to botehr to replace any of it, although i am very very pissed off because i wrote out an entire hour by hour account of how EXCITING yesterday was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none of you care anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wasting space and should not even BE here.......&lt;br /&gt;Why didnt jacquita call me last night, damnit. i miss her, she always cheers me up. its not FAIR everything is CRAP and i HATE living here and not having ajob andno one will hire me because i'm SUCH A RETARD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARRRRRRRRRRRRGH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106444482882210081?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106444482882210081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106444482882210081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106444482882210081' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106428430058554731</id><published>2003-09-22T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T19:31:40.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok enough.. i'm off, i will buy the paper tomorrow with the jobs in it steph, and i will apply for some more... i would try the itnernet, but i dont uderstand anything. what even IS administration&gt; i am the stupidest person alive, and everyone knows it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rah to my stupidity&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to watch Suzys world. Educating!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106428430058554731?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106428430058554731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106428430058554731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106428430058554731' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106428077217806880</id><published>2003-09-22T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T18:32:51.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kinda weird how it turns out almost all of my freinds feel the sameas i do at the moment actually. &lt;br /&gt;So its not just me being crap. its my entire generation being crap.&lt;br /&gt;Yay! join the crap club, meetings held Fridays....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106428077217806880?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106428077217806880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106428077217806880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106428077217806880' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106428057268419064</id><published>2003-09-22T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T18:29:32.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>say no to the evil that is ebay and wanting the cure memorobelila.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106428057268419064?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106428057268419064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106428057268419064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106428057268419064' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-10642798528660527</id><published>2003-09-22T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T18:17:32.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I stole this from Beckys blog, which i hadnt read for ages. i always feel bad stealing things from peoples blogs.... sorry becky! but its relevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"---&gt;BEING TWENTY - SOMETHING &lt;br /&gt;They call it the "Quarter-life Crisis." It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now. &lt;br /&gt;You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you don't recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren't really cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you. &lt;br /&gt;You look at your job... and it is not even close to what you thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares you. &lt;br /&gt;Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantly adding things to your list of what is acceptable and what isn't. One minute, you are insecure and then the next, secure. You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life, but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward. &lt;br /&gt;You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lie in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better. Or maybe you love someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you are doing this because you know that you aren't a bad person. One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap. Getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. &lt;br /&gt;You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision. You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life for yourself... and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender! &lt;br /&gt;What you may not realize is that everyone reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ie, everything is shit shit shitty shit and i dont know what iwant or why i am even here right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurrah!!!!! Someone made it sound ... right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-10642798528660527?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/10642798528660527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/10642798528660527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#10642798528660527' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106427766133119735</id><published>2003-09-22T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T17:41:00.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://i19.ebayimg.com/03/i/00/92/87/72_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106427766133119735?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106427766133119735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106427766133119735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106427766133119735' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106427647683657448</id><published>2003-09-22T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T17:21:16.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Annies going to read that and laugh, i know it.&lt;br /&gt;Well Annie, to that I say:&lt;br /&gt;GET OFF ME YOU BUMMER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://www.comedycv.co.uk/simonpegg/2003-january-simon-pegg.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, wee Timmy B. I used to be like you once. Scraggly beard.... blonde hair... childlike ears..... When i get hom I'm watching Saced and theres NOTHING anyone can do to stop me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh, having so much fun looking at random pictures of comedians as i eat toasted sandwich....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWWW!&lt;br /&gt;I might cry, for I miss him so...&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt get any better then...&lt;br /&gt;BERNARD BLACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://www.comedycv.co.uk/dylanmoran/2002-sept-dylan-moran.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan Moran, the largest nine-year-old girl in the British Isles, &lt;br /&gt;HES SO GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harry Enfeild: &lt;em&gt;His latest venture is Celeb, where he plays ageing rock star Gary Bloke, based on the Private Eye cartoons of the same name. &lt;/em&gt;- AND ITS HILARIOUS! and he reminds me of SO many people, particularly Sean, which disturbs me no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frankie go &lt;a href="http://www.comedycv.co.uk/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; I think you'd love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106427647683657448?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106427647683657448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106427647683657448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106427647683657448' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106427575092632757</id><published>2003-09-22T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T17:09:11.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ehehe, looking for a teachers website [random i know] and i found this for Jacquita:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://www.comedycv.co.uk/boosh/2003-january-the-boosh.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can SO see why she loves Noel Feilding! I think I might love Noel Feilding just from that ONE picture!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad, sad sad sad sad sad sad.&lt;br /&gt;jacquita come back, i miss you... read this, freak out, ITS NOEL!!!! Still cant believe i didnt get to see Noel when i was in the UK.... how rude!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106427575092632757?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106427575092632757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106427575092632757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106427575092632757' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106427557167278211</id><published>2003-09-22T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T17:06:11.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src = "http://www.channel4.com/media/entertainment/t4/V/vernon_interview.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurrah! Its Vernon Kay!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I miss waking up to Veronon doing stupid things every morning, and Dawsons Creek.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106427557167278211?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106427557167278211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106427557167278211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106427557167278211' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106424685142133710</id><published>2003-09-22T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T09:07:31.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to watch people falling off skateboards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106424685142133710?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106424685142133710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106424685142133710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106424685142133710' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106424679467339578</id><published>2003-09-22T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T09:06:34.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;1] its 3.58am, i am so tired....&lt;br /&gt;2] PETER IS GOIONG TO BE ON TOP OF THE POPS?!?!?!? WHAT?!?!?!! THEY BETTER NOT CUT HIM OUT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt; SEE!!! SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://www.bbc.co.uk/fameacademy/images/image_gallery/1909_top_pops_3291.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, my tiredness is taking my sad, sad obssession with Peter from Fame Acadamy to a WHOLE new level.... its like being 15 again. oh god... NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3] i just had a random conversation about kiwifruit with Valli, how random!!!!&lt;br /&gt;4] i have been told i would like mclucksy?!  joy joy joy?&lt;br /&gt;5] i have to sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106424679467339578?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106424679467339578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106424679467339578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106424679467339578' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106423971021598770</id><published>2003-09-22T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T07:08:30.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM Daisy Steiner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://www.wooloa.fsnet.co.uk/spaced.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106423971021598770?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106423971021598770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106423971021598770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106423971021598770' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106423457563580758</id><published>2003-09-22T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T05:42:55.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;J'ai envie de des matières fécales, quelqu'un me tue, s'il vous plaît? &lt;br /&gt;J'aime Longwave si beaucoup son déranger me. &lt;br /&gt;Je parie les amours de Jon les aussi.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106423457563580758?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106423457563580758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106423457563580758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106423457563580758' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106423417431372138</id><published>2003-09-22T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T05:36:13.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SO yeah. Job interviews today went ... well... the actual interviews themselves were ok i guess. the first one, the one at the post production company was actually weirdly non-stressful. i wasnt even freaking out. I was juts like Hi, hows it going rah rah rah.... probably what my problem was. But i didnt say Um ONCE Annie! NOT ONCE!!!!! Then they said, so what are you looking to do with the future and i said well, i'm hoping to save up as much as i can and head back to the uk..... MISTAKE NUMBER ONE they say oh, we're looking for someone for the long term... like the next 5 years long term... sorry for wasting your time ta rah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there went that one, down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next one turned out to be just at the recruitment office.... because the job had been filled they took all my details and i did a couple of testy things which i actually got quite good in... but hey, anyone can type [ahahhaa i know!] and they said they'd give me a call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WOW Imogen is online! i havent talked to her for the LONGEST time!!!! SHE still has my Trainspotting cd, the wench!!! Bursary? I do not envy her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.... now I'm all upside down again as to what to do... i got an email from Steph saying I need to think about what I actually want to do when i get to the UK and if its logical to actually go etc... shes got a pont i guess... because everyone over there that i miss will be at uni etc, but i mean, i've spent like the last three weeks tryingto get my head around alot of stuff, and i've worked out that its not JUST the people in the uk that i miss, its the fact that i had the BEST time of my ENTIRE life. I dunno... I just ... had the best time. And I want to keep having the best time. and right now I'm not having the best time AT ALL. I know it will all get better when I move into town and can actually DO things etc... i dunno... just right now moving to the UK is what I want to do. For a while. its not like I'll move there and never come back [although i DID discover that i can do that.....] i just.... loved it so much. And it was more then the people... it was everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats what I'm doing. If in six months i decide I'm having too great a time here, I'll re-arrange my plans or something. But right now, i'm still on post - best-time-of-my-life-and-right-now-is-crap mode, and I want to be back at leedsfest. I actually woke up the other morning thinking i had grass in my mouth and was hungover and sleeping on a lean, turns out i had half fallen out  of bed, so i was on a lean, i was cold, and i had my hair in my mouth, not grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was the day i decided to wash my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasnt hungover though, because i have not had the oppurtunity to get absolutly smashed since I've got back. I could have on friday night because tequila lime and lemon was only $3, but i didnt, because i only had.... $5 or something. OH about friday, Heavy Jones was way weird. Me and Steph got ther eat like 9, thinking HJT were on second, but they werent we actually sat there til about 12 thinking we had missed them, then the SHIT other bands [SPA - with matching tshirts, tryingt to catch on the novelty band trend, and Surrealist, crappy crap crapper old buys... we named them all, natch, science guy was my favourite, he was so sciencey!] finished, and everyone left [everyone actually left after Spa]  and HJT played about 4 HJT songs then started doing random covers, none of which i knew. I was tired, steph was tired, but we were both rather bemused i think. So we stayed. I remember saying afterwards something about how it seemed like the kind of thing that one day, when someone writes a book about right now, we will be able to say, yeah, we were one of the five people in the audience.... like in the book about factory i'm reading at the moment. Brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la la la.... &lt;br /&gt;One Day This Will All Make Perfect Sense.&lt;br /&gt;Was that that song?! I cant remember. But it will, I'm sure. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not even allowed to think about the UK anymore. I just have to concerntrate on getting a job and a flat in town, and... sorting my shit out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://www.ukgameshows.com/atoz/programmes/c/crystal_maze/maze%20map.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha, The Crystal Maze... Hilarious!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106423417431372138?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106423417431372138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106423417431372138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106423417431372138' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106423037383265162</id><published>2003-09-22T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T04:32:53.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PETER SANG FRIDAY I'M IN LOVE?!&lt;br /&gt;DID ANYONE THINK TO TAPE THIS FOR ME?!&lt;br /&gt;IF NOT, YOU ARE ALL SUCKY BOYFRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://www.coopertempleclause.co.uk/img_fs/419.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Jesus loves the tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106423037383265162?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106423037383265162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106423037383265162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106423037383265162' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106402204537174270</id><published>2003-09-19T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T18:40:44.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. I'm at josies house listening to echo and the bunnymen. i might steal her album, when i finish listening to the huge mound of cds i just stole off steph [electric 6, the ceasers, pan am and powderfingers newie] which will tkae up all of this week i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty excited about job interview number one on monday. hope i get it, like mor ethen anything... must not fuck it up. freaked out by the second one. must buy paper today and arrange more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night was tres weird. caught bus into town and went to have lunch at falcon, which was nice. went to see josie at work to organise today. went back into town and spent three hours listening to pretty girls make graves in real groovy, i reeeeeeally want that a;bum, its very veyr cool. i wish i was as cool as andrea zollo, damnit i am So not her jamie!!!! shes too cool!!! they are great. as soon as i get a job i'm buying that album as a yay! i have a job PRESENT FOR ME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have the new coopers in real groovy, on vinyl. that dicky guy from last friday pulled it out and showed it to some guy right in front of me, after saying hello to me, and shoved it in my face, i was like, what a cock, i already HAVE it, WITH BONUS DVD AND A COOL NOTEBOOK! shove that up your 'i'm so indie it hurts' arse. what a cock sucker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH big excitement when i got home from grans the other night was package from miss lipsy, who is the greatest ever..... coopers on tape as promised and the nme. she spilt beer on it, how amusing. frankie threw up on my copy of kick up the fire.... brilliant. anyway.... so i have heard the new coopers album, but still cant wait for it on cd because the only songs i can remember the names of any songs... hurrying have to go soon as but I LOVE BLIND PILOTS and lipsy is the BEST for putting NOT QUITE ENOUGH on it... toms voice IS SEX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok rant not over, but i will return and it will be completed. i will end by saying...... i like guitars.&lt;br /&gt;BLIND PILOTS IS THE BEST and makes me feel funny. oohhh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106402204537174270?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106402204537174270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106402204537174270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106402204537174270' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106385270646917660</id><published>2003-09-17T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T19:38:26.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hamish is laughing his head off at Peter with a maracca, and saying Peter FUNNY!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Brilliant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106385270646917660?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106385270646917660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106385270646917660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106385270646917660' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106385260224844761</id><published>2003-09-17T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T19:36:41.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Peter MUSt win Fame Acadamy. It is VITAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://www.bbc.co.uk/fameacademy/images/image_gallery/2508_peter_mexican_3291.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to buy a plug adapter so I can recharge my phone and vote for Peter next Saturday. And this Saturday, if he goes this week I will KILL. KILL KILL KILL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://www.bbc.co.uk/fameacademy/images/image_gallery/02_peter_sing_329.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant. He will win. With my help, Peter will win.&lt;br /&gt;HuRRAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106385260224844761?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106385260224844761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106385260224844761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106385260224844761' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106384389814294136</id><published>2003-09-17T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T17:11:38.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont know why, but this picture had me in fits of laughter just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Annie, I present: Master Duncan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://www.newtonmore.com/monarch/hamishclarkandboat.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha..... nice legs.... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106384389814294136?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106384389814294136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106384389814294136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106384389814294136' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106384347179926770</id><published>2003-09-17T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T17:04:31.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arrr, it be a grim day 'ere in dreary Kaukapkapa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;och, the pirate thing just ain't cutting it today, because I miss Scotland. Damnit, I was in Soctland for TWO WHOEL WEEKS, more if you count T in the Park, and I did not find a SINGLE suitable Scottish boy. Hmph. Damn that Duncan and his kilt, and stupidity... and bouncy castle... Steph went to a 21st that had a bouncy castle. i want a bouncy castle. I might getold macdonalds farmyard at my birthday. Because you knoe, I want pony rides. not that i cant provide horses of my own or anything... which reminds me, another reason i have to get a job soon, mums threatening to make me help her break horses in. This means two things. [1] sore bum and [2] probably falling off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i am still sore from skateboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am continuously troubled by the brits obssession with neighbours. its WEIRD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106384347179926770?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106384347179926770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106384347179926770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106384347179926770' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106380739756204236</id><published>2003-09-17T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T07:03:17.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one last thing before i quit: Frankie Hates JET.&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106380739756204236?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106380739756204236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106380739756204236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106380739756204236' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106380714757354746</id><published>2003-09-17T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T06:59:06.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ahoy, i have t' go t' bed. Me am 'ery 'ery tired and it is 'ery 'ery late. Aye, me parrot concurs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Pirate name shall be The Bastard o' 'Ville.&lt;br /&gt;Stephs shall be Poopdeck Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://www.triangleranch.com/blackspot_no1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirates are well cool, innit?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106380714757354746?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106380714757354746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106380714757354746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106380714757354746' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106380661737620780</id><published>2003-09-17T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T06:50:16.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahaha, WHERE IS ANNIE?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Ahoy, hello thar boys, can i have a setlist for my ol' scalwag in Australia? Aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its the AYE that i particularly like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye, i lo'e the cooper temple clause, they be brilliant. Gar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;Ahoy, skateboards be e'il. Me dont like them any more. I am goin' t' stay away from them and sit in my room whar it is safe. Ye'll ne'er get me buried booty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ne'er! Ye'll NE'ER GET ME BURIED BOOTY!!!!!! GAARR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh.. so much more fun then french!!!!!! i poo poo de french, I like pirates, Aye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106380661737620780?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106380661737620780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106380661737620780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106380661737620780' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106380607989102782</id><published>2003-09-17T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T06:41:19.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://talklikeapirateday.com/"&gt;TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY!!!!!!&lt;/a&gt; thats when I'm going to see Steph! WE HAVE TO CELEBRATE TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY!!!!!!!!!!! I have an eye patch somewhere, SURELY! oh oh, and Annie wants me to get her a Heavy Jones setlist, I'll talk to them in pirate! arrr, gives me that there setlist... arrr!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRILLIANT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106380607989102782?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106380607989102782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106380607989102782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106380607989102782' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106380349087843084</id><published>2003-09-17T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T06:07:15.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Annie Wroted this:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking You Am I’s bassist Andy Kent about how he was feeling about releasing a ‘best of’ and ‘greatest hits’, and dare I say it, a ‘flashback album’, was perhaps a mistake.  He laughs. “Old. I feel old.” &lt;br /&gt;He’s not alone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An entire generation grew up on a staple diet of You Am I. Their distinctively filthy rock riffs and tales of suburbia have been devoured as the finest of quintessential Australian rock fare since the early 1990s. The passion and sensitivity of these rock-machines is legendary.  A fiery and alternatively bittersweet live act of incomparable intensity sees them more than a decade on a beloved and revered act both nationally and internationally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘The Cream and the Crock” was, says Andy, made for these core fans.  And, he adds, for purely selfish reasons. “It was made for us and for our fans we already have…those long established You Am I fans, but I think it would be very nice if our music was exposed to…”  Plastic pop listeners?  “Yes!” He continues. “If someone’s brother or workmate liked You Am I in the past but never bought anything, well, this could be the next album they buy.” None better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Am I’s “The Cream and the Crock” takes the classics from You Am I’s six studio records’: “Sound as Ever”, “Hi Fi Way”, “Hourly Daily”, “#4 Record”, “Dress Me Slowly” and “Deliverance”.  It includes the bands biggest hits including ‘Berlin Chair’, ‘Heavy Heart’, ‘Cathy’s Clown’ and the perennial live favourite ‘Purple Sneakers’ in a love fest of exceptional Australian music that makes up “The Cream”.  The limited edition version comes with “The Crock” bonus disc featuring 18 tracks hand picked by You Am I as their personal favourites including the brand new radio-only single ‘What They Do At Night’. “ “The Crock” was going to be 14 tracks…but we couldn’t decide…we couldn’t all settle on what those tracks would be…so we pleaded for 18 tracks. But we did laugh a lot and there was lots of debate and argument.”  The bonus disc includes such gems as ‘Cool Hand Luke’ from the classic 1993 “Coprolalia” EP, ‘Sound as Ever’ and ‘Minor Byrd’.  A trip down memory lane perhaps?  No, not really. “It wasn’t a nostalgic process…these songs are always being played and because of that they come to mean something different all the time. And that’s a good thing. They are still fresh.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The release of a greatest hits album rightly breeds fear in the heart of any true music aficionado.  Should fans be worried this is a sign of the end?  Should prayer vigils be organised? “Not at all!  We had to make it now…after six albums the time has come.  Could you imagine in three more albums time…?  It would be impossible!” He continues soothingly.  “There’s a natural sense of finality about any album called a ‘greatest hits’ but that is not the case with You Am I.  Let me emphasise that.  It’s going to be ok.”  Exhale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh.  God love You Am I.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie Colquhoun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love You Am I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106380349087843084?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106380349087843084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106380349087843084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106380349087843084' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106379775133313093</id><published>2003-09-17T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T05:29:03.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Annie is doing that French thing again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie says:&lt;br /&gt;Dianne est un wench fou mais je l'aime. ..as fait Bellamy de Monsieur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie says:&lt;br /&gt;J'aime la proposition de temple de tonnelier. ..we tout fait. ..they est des garçons doux adorables qui sera finalement épousé à nous. ..Dianne et Annie. ..they a nos coeurs. Je vous aime Jon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie says:&lt;br /&gt;Je veux avoir les enfants de Harpers de Jon. Ce tort est-il? &lt;br /&gt;Dianne Cooper Temple says:&lt;br /&gt;Oui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie says:&lt;br /&gt;Je pense que je pourrait tomber probablement tout à fait dans l'amour avec Kieran ou le poisson. ..yes...very possible je pense. ..but je toujours aimerai le celui qui a mon coeur. ..he qui sait il est.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie says:&lt;br /&gt;Je suis tout à fait partiel à Harcourt de Monsieur. ..oui.. est beaucoup ma hauteur Parfaite idéale. Il a aimé mes insignes. Je suis tombé presque quand il a dit bonjour. Mon grand Dianne d'ami est plus grand que lui. ..I est si heureux. ..hahhahhaaaa! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie says:&lt;br /&gt;Vous qui savez j'aime? J'aime véritablement le Monsieur Roddy Woomble. Je parie il parle Français et doest doit utiliser ce site de traduction stupide. Il rirait ha ha ha dans ma face. Je suis si honteux. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie says:&lt;br /&gt;Je méditerai sur les mérites d'affection de garçons intrabandes. ..it est beaucoup l'amusement. Je pleurniche pense d'autres raisons. &lt;br /&gt;Annie says:&lt;br /&gt;I shall ponder on the merits of liking boys in bands...it is a lot fun. I cant think of any other reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie says:&lt;br /&gt;No. Nous ne sommes pas de prostituée. Nous aimons les bandes pour la musique seulement. Si nous arrivons trouver un garçon dans une bande attrayante. ..hourra! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie has me in fits of laughter, its brilliant!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie says:&lt;br /&gt;Je ne peux pas concentrer pendant que vous continuez à faire me rit. ..i ne peut pas travailler sous ces conditions. VOUS, MADEMOISELLE TANNER, ETES UN WENCH&lt;br /&gt;Annie says:&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH: I cannot concentrate while you continue to make me laugh...i cannot work under these conditions.  YOU, MISS TANNER, ARE A WENCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CELA EST TOUT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106379775133313093?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106379775133313093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106379775133313093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106379775133313093' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106379388521525526</id><published>2003-09-17T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T03:18:05.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stupid bird on the SSMB is pissing me off, so I'm going to pay out on her until she cries.&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'll look like I'm joking. I love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RONALD!!!!  &lt;img src = "http://starsailor.hypnosismedia.co.uk/public_html/YaBBImages/undecided.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106379388521525526?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106379388521525526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106379388521525526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106379388521525526' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106378117773625876</id><published>2003-09-16T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T23:46:17.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH saw the TCTC issue of NME in Whitcoulls in Albany of all places today.... ooohhh I SO almost spent some of my very, very prrreecioussssssss money on it, but opted for photos instead. i think i have a copy of it in the post anyhoo.... also...... I had something else to write but I cannae remember it. grundlenumph. Oh yeah, this site is fucked. I know it, Frankie knows it... I am going to leave it. i cant be bothered fixing it, and no one reads it anyway, and its amusing me no end. Like... oh, I'm so useless ahahaa, even a simple enter your text ehre website wont work for me, because i am CRAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WHO CARES? Not I, said the fly..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monarch Of The glen is on telly tonight.&lt;br /&gt;have I spent too much time with my Grandparents lately?&lt;br /&gt;No..... I watched it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i ever meet Starsailor I am having words to them about their shite colour taste. What the FUCK?! Steph has assured me that if they ever do the whole just come to nz for shitty promo thing like the did last time, we WILL get in, for she has friends in EMI. Ahh, the lovely EMI....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph is the greatest. I keep thinking, She has such ace friends at work and uni and stuff, but she still loves me... ahh... yay for steph... i miss steph, damn my crapness... she must be pissed off i have not moved into town yet, i will though... i will.... I WIIIILLLLLL................................................................. eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ramble ramble..... stupid libertines stuck in my hid. Its Frankies fault, she made free pete posters, and i foudn mylibertines poster and i'm turning it into a pete poster by sticking pictures of pete head over all the others crap heads, and all i can sing is libertines songs. random. But good. Carls a fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid talk of tattoos made me get one, i should have got one when i was in the uk. I'll get one wheni go back, then i dont have to answer to the Wrath of Family. MUAHAHAHA they think I'm just going for a bit, but I will remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Steph will join me. YES. she WILL. and Augustino will come too.  then when Hamish is 16, he'll go to a really ace Art School.... oh the visions i have fo r that lad.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irrelevant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106378117773625876?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106378117773625876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106378117773625876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106378117773625876' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106378042813697596</id><published>2003-09-16T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T23:33:47.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Song of the Day: Boys in the Band, The Libertines. [not sure why?!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the headlines now. SKATEBOARDS DECLARED DANGEROUS. &lt;br /&gt;I think i have killed myself, in a deadly Cricket/Skateboarding incident yesterday. It appears that being unemployed can lead you to do stupid things. Such a be so bored, you try and take someones advice and get a hobby. Mine being ... skateboarding, just because there happens to be a random skateboard out on our front porch. I was about to write: let me tell you, NEVER AGAIN... but i said that to my mum after I almost broke my leg on Monday, and I was at it again yesterday, and I think I have permenantly damaged all ligaments, tendons and... all that stuff on one side of my body. i tell thee..... it smarts to move! But it was funny. I even stuck on my sisters Avril Lavigne CD, and had a cap on backwards. Watch out, here I come..... faster then a speeding bullet...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, i fell off, too many times in a row. It appears the skateboard randomly sitting on our front porch has dicky wheel alignment, and a mind of its own. Bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont even get me started on playing cricket with a kiddies cricket bat made out of some form of rubbery foam, and a small toy pumpkin. A small... knitted... toy pumpkin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I try and get a hobby, I tell thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday Frankei rang me in the morning, before i tryed to kill myself with a skateboard, then I got a package from [the transvaal... how strange...] Laurenzo. Ahh, coopers 7inch, making my room look pretty... and a mini cooper?! Random, but grand all the same. These two occurances made me reaslise i need to get my arse into gear and try and get a job. So today i woke up all positive, and went shopping with mum [got some photos back... HILARIOUS I tell you!!!!] and got a paper. I have two job interviews on Monday, but I also told my Uncle I want to apply for the mail person job at his work, which i will probably get, but I'd rather have the office lady job at the tv commercial making company. ooOOOoohhhhHHHHHhhhH!!!! who knows, I might become something decent yet!!!! So yeah, waiting to get address for the tv commercial company [who have a website &lt;a href="http://www.sparks.co.nz"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; for anyone still reading] so I can go in on Monday at 9.30 [please god let it be in town, please god let it be in town!!!] and another interview which may be slightly nerveracking at an agency, for a job in Newmarket. They want to 'Test my skills' which are non exsistant, so I may yet chicken out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completly irrelevant note, Stephs getting/got a Tattoo today. Wish I could see it. i think I'm going into town on Friday to see THE HEAVY JONES TRIO oh hurrah!!! HURRAH! i MISS Heavy Jones IMMENSLY!!!! so I'll see it then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised in the middle of the night the other..erm... night that I forgot to write about Augustino in here. Not much to say, they were great, I got hugs and kisses, I felt missed... I love Augustino. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am in shock, Annies inbox appears to be empty enough for me to bombard of TCTC pictures, and drunk photos from London, including Ed Harcourt [ok, its more Gareths nose... but Eds IN there DAMNIT!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Annies Review of Goodshirt.&lt;br /&gt;Please note: She wants to be Roddy Woomble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodshirt/Peabody/Quick 50&lt;br /&gt;ANU September 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small but vocal audience turned out to what would be a very, very high quality gig at the ANU.  Local four-piece and quintessential rock animals, Quick 50 were gobsmackingly good. Impressing all who witnessed their too cool for school set.  It was funny to note that the classic rock section of someone’s record collection definitely seemed to be saying hello. Thrashing à la seventies fashion and oozing with a filthy Datsun-ish swagger, the played their way through their sweetly dirty set with mountains of style, about a tonne of attitude and a self-deprecating sense of humour.  Did someone kick over a drum at the end of the gig in an oh-so-rock tantrum?  Note please:  the careful placement of a drum on the floor at the cessation of the set.  Peabody were next on the bill.  Already renowned as must-see live band, they lived up to their expectations.  With a strikingly big sound for a three-piece, Peabody proved themselves to be pop-monsters who produce crazy adrenalin-fuelled beasts of songs.  Dislike them at your peril. They dare you to.  Beloved New Zealand band Goodshirt exceeded expectations.  Although a bass-less group, the quartet expertly delivered, using their distinctive electronic sounds and general quirkiness to achieve a wild sonic variety.  Eccentrically sounding like a futuristic 60s soundtrack to a space adventure movie, they entertained flawlessly with such enigmatic, unconventional lyrics as: “…just ‘cause I know where she lives, I won’t stick around like adhesive.” Charismatic frontman Rodney Fisher made the gig a warmly interactive one, intermittently dancing and wearing his tambourine as a hat while inviting everyone to come closer…scraping of tables and rushing of feet towards the stage.  Equal parts a fun-filled 80s homage to electronica and a retro space movie score, The Goodies are most definitely a band everyone must experience live at the very least once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves Longwave, i must plug for her... www.longwavetheband.com [i think...]&lt;br /&gt;I am in fits, everytime i come up here i laugh at this... grans neighbours house is called Longview... ahhhahaha... they are annoying....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106378042813697596?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106378042813697596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106378042813697596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106378042813697596' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106346962297417036</id><published>2003-09-13T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T09:13:42.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who gives you rock before breakfast? The Darkness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JH: What is the end? What is at the end of the universe and what's stopping it and what is behind what's stopping it? I am going to fake my death. I can confirm that. You may think I am dead, but I am not dead, no matter how spectacular or tangible my demise, it will not be real. You will see me in supermarkets buying things. In terms of religion I am a lion. I walk alone. I have my own personal heaven and I don't want to share it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are here to annoy people. Just when you think were gone, we are going to be there, up your arse. All the time. We are going to be in your pub. You go home to try to escape, you can switch on the radio, the TV and we are going to be there. We are going to hound and harass you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FFUCKING LOVE THE DARKNESS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106346962297417036?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106346962297417036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106346962297417036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106346962297417036' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106346918271954175</id><published>2003-09-13T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T09:06:22.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We are an albatross. Albatross can fly across whole oceans. A solitary bird, like us, we are on our own, we are out there, we are on our own and fucking flying. &lt;br /&gt;- Daniel Hawkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106346918271954175?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106346918271954175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106346918271954175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106346918271954175' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106346760838062921</id><published>2003-09-13T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T08:40:08.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/arts/features/story/0,11710,1021811,00.html"&gt;I LOVE THE DARKNESS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106346760838062921?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106346760838062921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106346760838062921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106346760838062921' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106346692396901984</id><published>2003-09-13T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T08:28:43.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Several things.&lt;br /&gt;1] there was just a powercut, random.&lt;br /&gt;2] weirdly, frankie introduced me to all her 'online' friends just before. one of them freaks me out, and that biffy clyro guy, josh, is amusing.&lt;br /&gt;3] I MISS BERNARD BLACK WITH ALL MY LITTLE HEART&lt;br /&gt;4] I just heard the new Starsailor song [thank you craig!!!!] and i like it. Its bouncy. i could dance to it, which is wrong, for starsailor. Listened to a few random snippets of new album also. Should be acce. i want it!!!! I think Craig is going to burn it for me. What a dude!&lt;br /&gt;5] THE CURE are playing in the states, and it sold out. Fuckers. &lt;br /&gt;6] Party at Emilys house, her family are away.&lt;br /&gt;7] Frankie is number one.&lt;br /&gt;8] I hate that thing with MSN, where people are online... but you never know if you should talk to them or not....&lt;br /&gt;9] I really, really need to find a job.&lt;br /&gt;10] eurgh, no doubt to release greatest hits? god save us all.&lt;br /&gt;11] i hope i have mail soon. cooper mail. &lt;br /&gt;12] free cd with next weeks NME?! I WANT IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;13] i was just reminded of Cooper Kareoke in HMV in the 'Diff [thats CARdiff to all you NOT in the know] Brilliant. For a moment i thought i had horribly embarrassed myself and couldnt remember.&lt;br /&gt;14] I am sore... ithink i should get my bung knee like, looked at or something. its so sore i cant even walk properly for like an hour in the mornings, and it creaks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                     OH GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                 AM I OLD?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of this tomfoolery.&lt;br /&gt;aww, thats not as fun as it is on MSN, i lovethe new msn, i have programmed it so everytime i write tom, a picture of tom is posted. Oh, the little things that keep me going......&lt;br /&gt;Actually, read a funny thing in the paper today, it was was entitled: Things That Keep Us Awake At Night: Are the seagulls in Finding Nemo saying 'mate mate mate' because they are Australian, or 'mine mine mine' because they are selfish and greedy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilairous.&lt;br /&gt;God i have some random people i have never encountered before on my MSN list. I wonder where they are all from/who they even ARE?!?!? If i was a complete stranger, i would not want to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck, not posteed yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106346692396901984?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106346692396901984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106346692396901984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106346692396901984' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106345136332121487</id><published>2003-09-13T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T04:09:23.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So. I went into town yesterday. woke up at 5am to catch bus at 655, actually bus i was meant to catch was 6.35, so i didnt get into town in time for my meeting with work and income, so i'm not on the dole. i have no money. so i rang up and cancelled that flat. then me and steph went to see Finding Nemo, which was brilliant and made me feel So much better... although i have to remember that childrens movies are NOT a good idea when emotionally frail.... yes, yes i cryed. but i laughed for about 90 minutes straight, which can only be a good thing. Mostly at the french shrimpy guy. Oui. It is clean. i am ashamed.... ahaha... brilliant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. so then we went and got lunch, and then steph went to class and i faffed about in town for a bit, made the mistake of going into the markets and wanting to spend [nonexsistant] money on [really pointless] clothes and junk. I need to train myself not to buy junk. I have too much, and i cant take it to the uk with me.&lt;br /&gt;Rah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went into borders and read half of Northern Lights, by Phillip Pullman [it was hte only thing there i could be bothered reading, i wish i hadnt now, becasue i only got half way through it and i want to finish it. may have to borrow stephs copy] an yet not because i'm half way through 1984, From Joy Division to New Order, and Gormanghast.  And Jane Eyre, which i gave up on because i got bored. I read too many books at once. I'll never finish any of them. Dont even get me started on Trainspotting. I have frankies copy, and read it for about 5 minute son teh train then stopped because it made me miss Scotland. WRONG WRONG WRONG. I will finish i, and i will return it to frankie. when i get a job, and can afford post. &lt;br /&gt;what was i even saying? oh yeah.. yesterday. anyway read book until steph sent me a text sayingto meet her at the pub, so i went and met all her uni friends, all of whom are way cool... i am so not cool enough to do that course, i'm glad i didnt get in i would be rejected for being a retard. Ate half her chips... went to see Augustino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO pissed off, Steph found me a copy of Film Maker/ Been Training Dogs for $1... ONE FUCKING DOLLAR int he singles bin at Real Groovy, and i took it up to the counter to buy it, right, and the guy [who thought he was all that and a bag of chips just because he had a pinstriped jacket on, whcih was NOT as cool as mine, i might add, cock] was all like, yeah, you cant have this, because it doens thave a cd in it. I was SO confuised, but i think cds off the cheap table normally have the cd in the case, becasue hey, they're cheap. So i went back and looked, and looked, and looked for the cd... i had about 4 randoms looking for it as well... to no fucking avail... so after the steens [who were as always, fantastic... btu it was really, really awkward because we were like, at the front, and not drunk, have i ever been sober when watching augustino before? not for FUCKING AGES. and Gareth has a beer belly. and a groupie, but i'll get into that in a bit] i went up to the counter to ask the guy [who gave me a flyer for "the best indie isco this year" i wanted to asy, well, i've been to a few... and then list weekender.... the one at the gaelic club... 42nd st... barfly.. rah rah rah... the cunt, shame, i was in LONDON] if i could keep the cd cover, becasue *flicked my hair* i already HAVE all these songs i just wanted the different cover. he was like, yeah, fair enough but NO. Bastard..... AND, while i was looking for teh cd he was putting cds away, and walkewd past and started pullingcds out and going hey, this is a good band, and this... to me, i was like, yeah... TURIN BRAKES.... thanks....... what a prick. [yes annie, I almost got tim bisley on his arse.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh.. caught bus home, watched two episodes of A Young Persons Guide, missed Glasgow and Lambchop for about half an hour, then went to bed....... what a terribly thrilliang day. I did a fucking cool painting today however, for mum and dads newly painted bedroom, typically, they think its shit, but fuck them i'll just keep it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ho hum..... so yeah i thought fuck i've got nothing else to do, i'm going up to grans to burn a heap of cds.  Looekd through my phot album on this computer and re-decided that i take fucking cool photos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally and katie are coming around for tea tomorrow night, should be ace to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Frankie on MSN.... i miss her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106345136332121487?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106345136332121487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106345136332121487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106345136332121487' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106323776852315606</id><published>2003-09-10T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T16:49:28.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ITS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got an email from frankie that made me burst into tears, becuase i miss her so much. &lt;br /&gt;SO yesterday i spent about an hour crying in front of my grandparents and mum becuase i am useless and will never get a job, and i have this flat but i cant actually PAY for it... and its stupid that i got the flat and i dont know when to move in, or how it even works because its so fuckign strange, and i really,r eally dont want to be here right now. My Gran started yelling at me for being depressed [thanks for that] and made me feel even worse.... then she started harping on as if she was going to pay for me to go back to england becaue obviously i'm just depressed because i hate everyone here, i was like... that is SO unfair, i want to be here just i dont want to be here unemployed, with NO money and ... i miss frankie.... rah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.. i'm all in a pickle about everything. i have NO idea what to do about anything and people are hassling me to have photos for them to see and i have no money to get any developed.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah, I'm dping the whole Amelie thing. Too happy in my fantasy world to go out and make an actual life for myself... at least Amelie had a job... and... Nino... its not fair!!!! NOTHING is fucking fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.............................. i need help, i think. or i at least need someone to talk to who will actually listen. My dad started yelling at me last night because i didnt ask the right qwuestions when i went to looka t my flat, i'm just like dad, how the fuck am i supposed to know what to ask?!?!?!? Oh yeah i forgot, i was born knowing EVERYTHING.  Fucking hell not everyoen is as fortunate as YOU, Father..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want coopers, its NOT FAIR.&lt;br /&gt;ending now, before i start to cry again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106323776852315606?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106323776852315606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106323776852315606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106323776852315606' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106311985596048740</id><published>2003-09-09T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T08:04:16.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the cooper temple clause are the single greatest thing to ever grace the planet earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all.&lt;br /&gt;i bid you good evening, even though i'm still not going to sleep. me andlauren are tryin to break teh record for amount of time spent doing nothing but discussing the cooepr temple clause. we have not mentioned a single other thing in about 7 hours. alright!!!!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106311985596048740?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106311985596048740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106311985596048740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106311985596048740' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106311754574080986</id><published>2003-09-09T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T07:25:45.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a huge sex wee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://www.virtualfestivals.com/pix/picturestore/imagecache/0003DEF6-B2C3-1F5C-A73BFB3CC3E0100E.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://www.virtualfestivals.com/pix/picturestore/imagecache/000C3603-B2E4-1F5C-A73BFB3CC3E0100E.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gareth just sent me &lt;a href="http://www.rockfeedback.com/thebasement_august_2003.htm"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt; to the gig we went to on my going away party. GIG OF THE YEAR?! Damn I'm upset i missed it now!!!!!!!!! I really cant remember any bands being on stage, but i remember ED!!!!! SEE! THERES A PICTURE OF ED!!! YAAAAAAAAAAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://www.rockfeedback.com/images/thebasement10_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106311754574080986?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106311754574080986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106311754574080986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106311754574080986' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106311483624304394</id><published>2003-09-09T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T06:40:37.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;you're a 23 year old male and you have a wet dream over tom bellamy, and you're not even gay! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;random snippets from hilarious convo with Renata:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Re: Didz's Nose.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he cooper temple clause are one systematic goverment, no one can trust them, i dont trust them. myself says:&lt;br /&gt;didx has the weridest nose&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Cooper Temple [the pheasents have no agenda.] says:&lt;br /&gt;NOSE?!&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Cooper Temple [the pheasents have no agenda.] says:&lt;br /&gt;nose?! random&lt;br /&gt;the cooper temple clause are one systematic goverment, no one can trust them, i dont trust them. myself says:&lt;br /&gt;yer it lok werid big from some angles yet perfect&lt;br /&gt;the cooper temple clause are one systematic goverment, no one can trust them, i dont trust them. myself says:&lt;br /&gt;its so big&lt;br /&gt;the cooper temple clause are one systematic goverment, no one can trust them, i dont trust them. myself says:&lt;br /&gt;but perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cooper temple clause are one systematic goverment, no one can trust them, i dont trust them. myself says:&lt;br /&gt;oh my god i found a photo of tom holding his ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://www.nme.com/media/images/coopers_040903_L.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ahaha, brilliant!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sudden Realisation:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cooper temple clause are one systematic goverment, no one can trust them, i dont trust them. myself says:&lt;br /&gt;fuck weve spend like 5 hours speaking bout coopers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhh............... brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106311483624304394?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106311483624304394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106311483624304394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106311483624304394' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106311322594737467</id><published>2003-09-09T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T06:13:45.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me and Lauren need help. &lt;br /&gt;Serious, help.&lt;br /&gt;All we ever talk about,a nd all we really care about, is the cooper temple clause. its hilarious. everything ever, is relatd in some way, to the cooper temple clause, as far as we are concerned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dont need help.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the world needs help.&lt;br /&gt;We are perfectly sane, thank you VERY much......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohum.... so, in case anyone is wondering, flight over was a big pile of shit, and i am still jetlagged [YES I AM!] but i found a flat and hopefully it will be ok, i'm a bit freaked out by it to be honest... its very strange.... but it should be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all i need is a fucking job. I just need to get the fuck back into the city, i'm SO sick of the boring country wher enothing every happens... rah rah rah, oh, i think dad shot my pet cow tonight, great....... really happy place new zealand, innit?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i had the best couple of days. i went into town yesterday, and applyed for a job at *cough* glassons ["Friends dont let friends shop at glassons, Dianne!!!" - cheers sal!!!] then went to look at flat, then went to old work to get eftopos card, then went into town and walkewd around aimlessly, then had coffee with sally, then went and sat in aotea square and read some more of "from joy division to new order" oh, how cool am i? so not cool. and then went back to stephs, and ate, and went to see Discopigs which was fucking brilliant, then went back to stephs and watched juice tv, beccuase its free to air now?!!! brilliant! saw in and out of no where video... scarey indeed!!!!! and went to bed then woke up when my dad rang at 8am [damnit i missed care bears!!!!] and rah rah rah... spent today watching juice and dvds at stephs, we watche pirates of the carribean [say no to re-finding orlando bloom INCREDIBLY attractive] and then posted HILARIOUSLY ridiculous messages on the starsailor board,... no, wait that was after we watched Bill Bailey DVD, god that man is brilliant. The Pheasents have NO AGENDA. Right on!!!! hes great great great!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fish Is God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rah, i so cant be botehred writing any more, for some odd reason i have spent the last week in the darkest pits of despair, hm, could it have anything to do with the fact that I'm back in NZ? I have NO money?&gt; THE WHITE STRIPES AND BLACK REBEL MOTORCYCLE CLUB AND POWDERFINGER ARE COMING... and i cant afford to go to a single one of them?! ITS NOT FAIR!!!!!  nothings fucking ever fair. and, the coopers released these random notebook things that you get with the album... i hope frankie can get me one. i am DESPERATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah, I want coopers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106311322594737467?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106311322594737467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106311322594737467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106311322594737467' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106265478436836828</id><published>2003-09-03T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T22:53:04.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my blog is still fucked and i cant fix it, even frankie tryed to no avail. cocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106265478436836828?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106265478436836828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106265478436836828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106265478436836828' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106265470870053908</id><published>2003-09-03T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T22:51:48.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAh Becky made me ring up about a flat on Mt Eden Road, its PERFECT oh god i hope i [a] get it and [b] find a fucking job bloody soon....... its fully furnished, on mt eden road RIGHT by our old place pretty much, so right by steph, right next to town, pretyt much excatly where i was living before, $130 per week inclusive of ALL bills, FULLY FURNISHED!!!! I dont hav to cart anything, jsuyt my stero and a backpack full of clothes, and cds..... &lt;br /&gt;oh ... oh please god let one thing for ONCE be good!!! I HAVE TO LIVE TEHRE!!!&lt;br /&gt;found two others, one in newmarket and one in kingsland.......  now all i need is a bloody job! will buy paper tomorrow. shut up, i WILL. &lt;br /&gt;looked at uncle j's website, turns out all the jobs re like, claims advisor,and... customer services, i refuse to do customer services, becasue i like my sanity [shut up, sane i am, jealous you are bling blong 118!!]  and stuff that needs ytou to be like... qualified.... oh i hope that house is still avaliable on monday, i bet i'll get tehre and he'll be like, yeah sorry you should have come in sooner, but i cant GET in sooner..... arrrghhhh to warkworth and all its crappiness..... i shoudl make steph go and pretend to be me and snag it for me, i MUST live there!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106265470870053908?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106265470870053908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106265470870053908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106265470870053908' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106264263395836311</id><published>2003-09-03T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T19:30:33.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i still love peter from fame acadamy, and am sad that ic ant see him anymore. what if he stops loving me! what if he forgets i exsist! i miss you peter... call me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rah, my uncle said i have to actually look for a job on his companys website.... rah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106264263395836311?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106264263395836311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106264263395836311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106264263395836311' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106264237716579573</id><published>2003-09-03T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T19:26:17.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahaha,m just re read that. I thought my Bum hurt then. well, words cannot express how sore my bum is now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a long story. basically, on my last night in London, we had the piss up to end all piss ups. I may never touch alcohol again*. We all met at the trusty old wetherspoons in camden. me and lauren are cheap, so we bougth coke and topped it up with our own vodka - oohh, tricksy!!! [rah, gollum......HILARIOUS] so we were drunk quick. wen tto the toilets... oh fuck i so dont remember much... we lingered in the loos for ages apparently, so much so that sam and dan had drinks againw hen we got back. tube was down so jen and meg couldnt get out to the paty, rah... i was saddened! aww i miss everyone.... anyway.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skip to the end, we saw the zutons and dogs die in hopt cars play, but i dont remember seeing ANYbands all i remember is crying for like 3 hours abou thaving to go home, in front of ed harcourt, after pouncing on him and telling him i utterly adore him, and we sat at the same table as him and oh god, it was hilarious... i had a vodka fight with gareth, somehow we ended up in trafalger sq [i have utterly no recollection of leaving the bar, let alone getting to trafalger sq?! wtf?!] and i think i may have thrown up there, but we caught a bus to gareths house, we worshipped the coopers garage, and i fell down the stairs at gareths house after posting a post about bustd on the ssmb. weird. but my arse hurts SO MUCH. gareth PUSHED me. &lt;br /&gt;rah, cant be botehred trying to remember more, but i keep havign flashbacks of that and leds, god i want to be back at leeds festival, why cant life be like that everyday. sun, sounds and..... something else starting with s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the coopers. someone send them to new zealand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to scan tom photos. &lt;br /&gt;end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://uk.f2.pg.photos.yahoo.com/edinburgh_in_august&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*we all know this is NOT true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106264237716579573?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106264237716579573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106264237716579573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106264237716579573' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106206867065797287</id><published>2003-08-28T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T04:04:30.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhh.... a hungoer entry..... i shouldnt be hungover, because its big party get so drunk i foget everything that has happened in the las two months night tonight, but fuck it, i had a good time last night. I'm at Laurens right now... we went riding yesterday and my bum hurts. Get off me you bummer! ahaha, ahh, Tim Bisley.... &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last night we went into Maidenhead [You know Roddy Woomble once said sometig about waking up in Maidenhead... its a pretty place. No I did not see Roddy Woomble, MORGAN.] and went  to a few places... i guess  i cal them bars, they werent pubs, innit! got well drunk. TVRs are the way forward. I bet you cant get them in stinky NZ and even if you can they'll be like, $400. Im making the most of being able to afford Vodka Redbulls tonight my friend, Yes... I'll have a jug of Vodka Redbull. How many glasses you say? None, just a straw.... Brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno whats going to happen tonight, or even whos coming... I think its going to be me, lauren, sam megan jenn dan and some random chick. I remember asking Laurens friends if they wanted t come last night, because they were fun to dane with. I almost jumped o a tbale last night, but got evilled by a security guard. I know i rang steph when the EXCELLENT covers band played LAST NIGHT by the strokes, because thats our song, and i called frankie when they played toploader, because we HATE TOPLOADER, but she says all she could hear was us going GOT YOUR NUMBER! 118 118!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while i'm here, i'm going to post photos from leeds. and of 118 118 if i can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/39433000/jpg/_39433391_118192.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOT YOUR NUMBER 118!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having issues finding pictures from leedsfestie... rah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaahh.. i have to laugh, last night we got back and watched cooper videos on laurens compuiter and i was so drunk i was pausing it every two seconds and going, awww, tom!!! and the funniest part, lauren wasnt even drunk, and SHE was doing it too!!! aww, tom... awww... ben....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno who these people are, but how cool are they? i wonder if they are the spandex guys? this is the only photo from leedsfest i can find...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://www.bbc.co.uk/leeds/music/leeds_festival/festival_2003/friday/photogallery/craig_alex.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sublime are SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;eh, bored now.&lt;br /&gt;getting terribly rattted tonight, ahh... wish we could invite heaps of ace people...................... &lt;br /&gt;hope i dont wake up in a hedge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106206867065797287?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106206867065797287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106206867065797287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106206867065797287' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106182753558894937</id><published>2003-08-25T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T09:05:35.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Song of the day: New Toys, The Cooper Temple Clause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I did yesterday? I saw The Cooper Temple Clause play. HURRAH! Leedsfest was a bundle of joy, as expected. went in on thursday, lined up for 3 hours to get in... fucking ques.... however you spell it...... got in, set up tent...... did nothing all day....... watched half of 24 hour party people whilst freezing our arses off...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP many bands are new favourites after this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;A Few:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;The Blueskins &lt;/strong&gt;- ace!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;The Sons &lt;/strong&gt;- Go Climbing man.... and cute little guitarist who recognised the greatness of Di and Frankie...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Radio 4 &lt;/strong&gt;- I discovered my dancing shoes this weekend, because of them. Yes, Dianne Cooper Temple now does officially dance....&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;The Futureheads &lt;/strong&gt;- great&lt;br /&gt;*Rediscovered the wonder of &lt;strong&gt;BellX1&lt;/strong&gt;, who i saw support Tom McRae in Edinburgh, they are so great. the guitarist threw badges out into the crowd, and i was denied, and he pitied me, and threw more out, and i caught one out of thin air [steph, it was fully a emporers new groove moment!] and he was impressed. brilliant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rah, tonnes, i am so munged out, as frankie has got me saying, and trying to eat heated up choccy cake before it goes well rank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coopers were so great. Got a cheap thrill because Tom remembered me and made a comment about how he was glad to see I wasnt as ratted as I was the last time we met.... i felt stink as. Kieran asked if I had changed my hair. Jon was sad I couldnt give him Annies phone number, and rud;ley assumed I was getting autographs for her, so made it out for her, but Ben crossed her name out because HA! ITS FOR ME THIS TIME!!!! ahh, Ben is great.... I was all weird and told Jon to 'do something gay' for a photo, so him and Ben pulled big gay faces.... it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cold tea is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love new coopers. They were the best ever.... crap crowd did not care around me and some cunt stole my beer that Ben CLEARLY was throwing to ME because he pointed at me before he threw it... bastard guy that stole it, but shame, i got a setlist, which i would rather have... i did quite well on setlist front. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Frankie were just walking bavck to tent last night and ended up walking along with Eddie from the Sights talking about how on speed he was right now, and trying to explain that there were no parties, and leeds was ages away, we should have told him to come back to our tent to drink beer.... hes so small!!!! smaller then roddy woomle even. aww, bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uumm.. camping was fun..... lots of grass.... so different from t.... crowd was more bdo style, all crap moshers [due to crap mosher headliners] blur were shite, i wish i had sen them befor ethey sold out and damon albarn decided he needed a security guard to hold his hand WHILE HE WAS ON STAGE fucking twat, i lost all respect for them last night........... wish i had seen 2 many Djs instead. 80s Matchbox B-line Disaster are another new fave, fuck they are cool....... and radio 4, oh, already said them....... the polyuphiclksdf;ohsd;f rah the spree were AMAZING i had so much fun dancing by myself... i was standing next to a guy with a pink mohawk wearing a robe, it had me in fits for a very long time. The music were amazing also, hometown and all the crowd were well up for it.... innit? why have i started saying well all the time?! fuckingbeen spending too long with brits! ahh, i love it..... yeah, the music were well good. danced my arse off, then had a water fight with frankie, then went and danced our arses off in the dance tent, then went to laugh at metallica, rang flan, then went and attempted to watch donnie darko but was too cold so went to bed. ended up with 4 of us in a two man tent, which was hilarious. many amusing photos may appear. the datsuns were excellent, freaked out with kiwis in the crowd who had flags, huge amounts of kiwi pride on display my friends..... danced arse off again, i never dance, its SO weird, i blame 24 hour party people..... [soundtrack to the festival,we wanted the happy mondays, damnit!!!] also .. I  LOVE THE DARKNESS!!! I mean, the D-Arkness.... bought a tshirt [fuck kings of leon, i'm sorry lambchop! they didnt even play!!!] frankie does the best frankie impersonation. I play Bass...... and the best kings of leon impersonation. brilliant... anyway the darkness, no one back home has a clyue, i bet, so i will be like, alone, with steph! am buying album before i leave. that and bellx1, who i adore..... my alphabet soup! yeah!!!!!!! aaahhh.... i love the d-arkness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH FRANZ FERDINAND!!! SO GREAT!!!!!! ahh.... love it love it love it... lots of shit bands also, ok, 3.... Stellastarr, Billy Talent and Colour of Fire. All. Utter. SHITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant belive that this time next week i'll be back in new zealand. it was bad getting to see coopers this close to leaving, i dont want to leave again, and haing out with cooper friends... they were ace, arrgh i really dont want to go home anymore!!!! especially with copoers just announcing a fucking TOUR!!!! RAAAAAAAAAHHHH.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, what can you do. &lt;br /&gt;I'm going to laurens in reading [hmmm...] on ... the 27th [day?!] and then back to london for huge fucking piss up on the 28th........... then home on the 30th........ &lt;br /&gt;rightnow however i have to eat this cake and drink this cold tea sn try not to fall asleep. gillian is coming around with cure dvds tonight, hurrah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all.&lt;br /&gt;oh, no, its not. havent written about scotland because i cant be arsed, if you care ring me up and i'll tell you.&lt;br /&gt;also, if you need my nz phone number for when i go home, email me and i'll give it to you, i'm sad, i give my number out to anyone......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end.&lt;br /&gt;ps... Ham are Yow?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106182753558894937?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106182753558894937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106182753558894937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106182753558894937' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106145603501879076</id><published>2003-08-21T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T01:53:54.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Photos from Edinburgh can be viewed here: &lt;a href="http://uk.f2.pg.photos.yahoo.com/edinburgh_in_august"&gt;EDINBURGH IN AUGUST&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks Morgan for the use of her digital cam and for uploding. YOU RULE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving for leedsfest now. muahahahaha... COOPERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106145603501879076?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106145603501879076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106145603501879076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106145603501879076' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106122302460203261</id><published>2003-08-18T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T09:10:24.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src = "http://www.bbc.co.uk/fameacademy/images/image_gallery/peter_shades_329.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter from Fame Acadamy, those are MY sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like him. Alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106122302460203261?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106122302460203261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106122302460203261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106122302460203261' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-106121933236471014</id><published>2003-08-18T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T08:08:52.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok this is weird... i hope this works!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At frankies now, just got back from scotland yesterday, was excellent. more on that later. LEEDS IS THIS WEEKEND and that means one thing only. COOPERAMA!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am denied, i went into a music store in Harrogate today [and bought 80s matchbox] and was DENIED the cooper temple clause poster in the window. They need advertising on my [non exsistant] bedroom wall! honest!!! not in a shop window!!!!!!! I NEED IITTT!!! the new artwork is excellent amigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK Morgan will be most annoyed if i do not do a decent update, so here i go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCOTLAND IN A NUTSHELL.&lt;br /&gt;[a blow-by-blow account of a most excellent time!]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDinburgh.&lt;br /&gt;Arrived around 4pm, booked into backpackers. I fgot lost twice finding my backpackers, because i kept going off the main road to read Bill Bailey posters. After spending the whole time at that Bill Bailey gig back home going PLAY THE FRINGE!PLAY THE FRINGE! guess what? He was  playing the fringe!!! So I was freakin gout. When I finally got to my backpackers around 6, i checked in, sorted my shit out, and got chatting to some guy who had walked past Bill Bailey ON THE STREET OUTSIDE MY BACKPACKERS no less then five minutes previous. Brilliant! He gave me his map of Edinb, and told me where to go to get BB tickets. So I rang the ticket line, DAMNIT! SOLD OUT!!!!! Bastard. Denied. So I went on a ghost tour instead. And fainted. It was hilarious. the lady was telling us this really excellent and gory story about a guy who was tortured and i just went BHAM onto the floor. next thing i knew, an american was standing over me going 'Here, drink some water' and pouring water on my face. I laughed alot. All the people on the tour were like, oh go and lie down, i was like fuck that i just paid six quid to find me some freaky shit, i am NOT sleeping. so we went on our way, and the rest of the tour was interesting.... rah rah rah... wanndered the streets of Edinburgh until it got dark, at 11pm, which i am still not used to. NExt day, met up with Morgan and we did the touristy thing in Edinb. Mary Kings Close was not as freaky as it appeared on Hot Guy Dean show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, rah, i'll finish this one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-106121933236471014?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106121933236471014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/106121933236471014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106121933236471014' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-105989824110222550</id><published>2003-08-03T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T01:10:41.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Michelle is coming to the Orkneys with me - HURRAH!!!! 4 star hotel in Inverness, ALRIGHT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-105989824110222550?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/105989824110222550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/105989824110222550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#105989824110222550' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-105984979067698743</id><published>2003-08-02T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T11:43:10.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am against Grease. HOW DAREit be on television while I am in the vicinity of a television. Damn Steph and Josie for making me watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-105984979067698743?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/105984979067698743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/105984979067698743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105984979067698743' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-105984975337886337</id><published>2003-08-02T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T11:42:33.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apparently it rains alot in Manchester. OOOHH, because it doesnt EVER rain in New Zealand!!! People alwayus say that. ou know it rains lots in Britain, HELLO! FOUR SEASONS IN ONE DAY! WRITTEN ABOUT NEW ZEALAND!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-105984975337886337?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/105984975337886337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/105984975337886337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105984975337886337' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-105984960415458670</id><published>2003-08-02T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T11:40:04.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BTW, are they REALLY making a New Zealand Idol? Like POp Idol? If so, Steph, WHEN? Becuase I seem to remember a certain drunken deal we made that we would audition if it occured, and I am SO still keen to go along and take the UTTER PISS out of them. you know Erika Tank Arse will judge, or Carly Binding... I just want to go so I can laugh at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahahah! ALRIGHT NEW ZEALAND POP IDOL!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-105984960415458670?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/105984960415458670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/105984960415458670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105984960415458670' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-105984944631693120</id><published>2003-08-02T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T11:37:26.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ANNIE IS THE BEST! she just sent me an egreeting saying she is one LUCKY DUCKY [ahaha] to have me as a friend! Too bloody right, it cost me £4 to send her that flamin Bang magazine today! WENCH!  eheh, i jest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the best walk today, for some odd reason me and Michelle came away both singing Soldier Girl by The Polyphonic Spree [ we decided it is because it was through feilds... like.. hippies...?!?!?!] Boston Spa is really really pretty. i could SO live here. But I bet I won't, rah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the pub *effects of a pint still lingering* It occured to me that my family would THROTTLE me if they knew I was drinking Fosters while I'm over here, which is shallow, but true. Ahaha, Fosters! Its so rank!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that site i posted before is a public information movie site, and is hilarious, see especially the one about underage drinking, a little TOO close to home for MY liking, I was actually turning bright red whilst watching it.... that EXACT scene has SO happened o me! SAD! Ahh, the joys of growing up in West Auckland....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough. Going to Scotland tomorrow, feeling a biut beter about it... but have to pack. the gainage of two jackets is provin to be a negative thing. NUTS. maybe I will leave my tent in the uk, i dont need it at home, and will use it at Leeds next year, right?! Right. So.... it stays. Hmpf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My msn wont let me sign in, and my fucking CD is not here, I bet anything it will get here on Monday, when i have left, typically, if its not i will have SEFVERE words to issue to the shite that IS the british postal system! BASTARDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-105984944631693120?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/105984944631693120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/105984944631693120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105984944631693120' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-105984755271406243</id><published>2003-08-02T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T11:05:52.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Go &lt;a href="http://www.markmcm2002.verysmooth.co.uk/pif_m-z.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Remember, Rabies MEANS Death!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-105984755271406243?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/105984755271406243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/105984755271406243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105984755271406243' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-105976657080274040</id><published>2003-08-01T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T12:36:10.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really do miss steph lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............................................. rah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-105976657080274040?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/105976657080274040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/105976657080274040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105976657080274040' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-105976616270093962</id><published>2003-08-01T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T12:29:22.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;More Random Notes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*House Of jealous Lovers by The Rapture is truely a shit shit shit song and I hate it. All I can see is Stupid Zane Lowe sitting on that ugly brown couch singing it at the top of his stupid lungs and I want to Kill him. Kick him and punch him till he is DEAD and an unrecognisable bleeding mass of pus. I hate him I hate him I HATE HIM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I like the new Cooeprs artwork, i like it alot. I like it so much I ... just... like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I feel shite and do not know if I want to go to Scotland. This could justbe becuase I am completly unwilling to spend two weeks in my own company with no one else to talk to. Morgan, I am depending on you to keep me sane for at LEAST three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I watched Benny and Joon last night and have decided after much deliberation, that i am goin gto go insane. It looks so much easier then actually using my stupid brain to do things with. i am sick of thinking... plus, I might get a Johnny Depp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ok, probably not]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Someone told me they are remaking Willy Wonka, with Johnny Depp as Willy Wonka. I think that I should be Veruca. I mean hello, faithul readers, you know me, I AM Veruca Salt. I want to play Veruca Salt, I want to play her NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Steph is going to Augustino Album release and I am dead jealous, I mis them, i miss everything. RAH. Oh well, it was bound to strike eventually, stupid... home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I was just sitting in front of the telly, as I do, thinking how much of a Beetlebum moment I was having, and Beetlebum came on TV. Freaky.... Fuck i love Blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I have notes, wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I wish I was as pretty as Brian Molko in the video for Pure Morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I like Punk Rock 101 by Bowling For Soup, Frankie assured me today that this IS wrong, I am ashamed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The Darkness are Spinal Tap, I watched Spinal Tap today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this band, right, called HIM. Michelle likes them, I kinda like what I have heard [ie, two songs that have been on high rotation on Scuzz, an off music station that never plays coopers grrrr] Anyway the guy is pretty. And he has good hair. Michelle has been on at me to wash my hair [which i did, so THERE!] and today Frankie informed us that this guy, whos name is weird and from finland, DOES NOT WASH HI HAIR EITHER!!! AHAHAHAH!!!! He is now my hero. Michelle remains unimpressed, and tryed to defend HIS not-washing-of-hair, but I still have to wash mine, which is UNFAIR!!!! Just because she LOOOVES hiim... she thinks hes goooorrrgeoousss.. she wants to da-aaaate hiiim... ehhehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I miss In And Out Of Nowhere more then anything, and Steph said the video is wrong and scarey, thank god I will never get to see it then, hey....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It feels wrong not talking to Steph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*When I get hoem to new Zealand, where will I live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Why am I thinking about too much stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY cant it all go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and more to the point, WHEREIS MY FUCKING COOPER TEMPLE CLAUSE CD FROM TIM!?!?!??!?!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK THE POST.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading Stephs Record of our trip. I miss her. Why couldnt she stay. Its so wrong........... soooo wwrrrroong SOOOO WRONNG [sung in to tune of SOPHIE by Goodshrit, who I also miss.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I not bing any damn kiwi music with me?!?!?!?! I HAVE NONE! NOT EVEN ANY AUGUSTINO!!!!! I havent heard Final Crush for like, /.... since i left. its thelast song i heard before i left. Final Crush by Augustino. ANd I havent heard it since. SO WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that is all.&lt;br /&gt;*feeling sorry for myself once again*&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Cooper Temple&lt;br /&gt;A Shadow of her former self&lt;br /&gt;[not really, but i watched 24 hour party people, and keep laughing at Tony Wilson, for Granada Reports.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-105976616270093962?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/105976616270093962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/105976616270093962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105976616270093962' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-105967841106530052</id><published>2003-07-31T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T12:06:51.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Random notes:&lt;br /&gt;*I just remembered that wn i spoke to mum the other day she told me I had been called in for Jury Duty, HILARIOUS!!!!! I'm sorry, but I'm... ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD! MUAAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Went to York oday to go to the Yok Castly Museum, it was ace. Dungeons, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*IIIIIIIII HAAAAAAAVE A PINSTRIPED JAAAAAAAAACKEEEEEET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it is blue, but tres tres dark blue, and {FITSD PERFECTLY and I look CLASSY AS, if I do say so myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Got a text message from Steph this mornin that made me cry, it said *pulls out phone* 'Awww! Last Night at the Dogs!Need You here. Miss you xxx'&lt;br /&gt;See, I CANT WAIT to get home really, can I. THE DOGS!!!!! I Miss the dogs more then i miss my family. I miss a FLAMING PUB more then i miss people. Wrong wrong wrong, but thats me really. Its weird, because just last night i was lying in bed, unable to get to sleep for various reasons, and I just suddenly thought, fuck, its thursday at home i wonder whos playing at the dogs tonight. and almost started crying because i miss going to the dogs in winter, in teh rain, getting there, sitting around, dancing to the strokes with flan and anna, chatting about bollocks, talking to the steens, stealing posters on the way to the toilet..... being excited about comin to england?! RAH! I spent too long doing those things, and now i cant wait to get back to nz to do them again!!!!!! The dogs is the best. Better then any pub in the ENTIRE FUCKING WORLD. Its smells nice, Radiohead guy is fun to laugh at [I'm sorry sir, your not wearing your radiohead tshirt, i refuse to accept you this evening!!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, having a nostaligic moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have fun in NZ for a few months whilst waiting to be able to come home. I WILL DAMNIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;PIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pie Awards were on back home, hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*THE WHITES STRIPES ARE PLAYING IN NEW ZEALAND... get this... WHEN I AM THERE!!!! *does a dance* at the FLAMING ST JAMES no less!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I have one thing to look forward to already when i get home! i hope i can get tickets. i have my credit card, i might order it from here if i cant get steph to wangle one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HURRAH! i hope the datsuns open for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, thats all. if I write more i will think more abou thome, and will get sad. i have to get a job the instant i land. I HAVE TO. Maybe i can get one at the dogs. OH MY GOD THAT WOULD RULE SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, i love the DOGS BOLLIX BAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-105967841106530052?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/105967841106530052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/105967841106530052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105967841106530052' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-105950626591382512</id><published>2003-07-29T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T12:17:45.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAAAAAAAAAAAAY NEW COOPERS NEW COOPERS NEW COOOOPPPEERRSSSS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*random*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went into Leeds today, the Corn Exchangey thing isn't as ace as I had expected, but then I only spent about 15 mintues there, and that was in one shop trying to find the perfect Army Jacket to replace my one lost at T. AND I DID! AND ITS TEN TIMES BETTER! but I still dont have my Modern Way badge, RAH! Its the best acket, i refuse to take it off! Its liek Megan and Jenns ones. so When i go back to London, we have to get together and take a photo of us in our Hitler Youth jackets. YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh RAH, Just got told that Starsailro are playing in London when I'm in Scotland, how typical is THAT?! I'm not as upset as I shoudl be, part of me doesnt even like Starsailor anymore, but part of me really really still loves them..... because, i used too... but... they just... arent very interesting right now....... rah! how DARE it occur when i am indisposed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ignoring the fact that Shihad are touring with .... fur patrol...... in August. Rah...... I am ignoring it so much that I am making myself cry.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT FUR PATROL AND SHIHAD ONCE MORE!!! WITH WETA! Oh well as long as I know Weta will never tour with them again [it would be my luck that they will announce something like, now... rah]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I washed my hair, by the way, for all those who were beginning to worry for my scalps safty. yes, yes i washed.. my hair.....&lt;br /&gt;Rah, i hate having clean hair. i started to wonder why, when my hair felt and looed so off when dirty, but it feels even worse when clean. its like... all over the place. oh well, at least i did not condition it. it remains... unconditioned. So really it is only partially washed. plus i did  ahlf arsed job with this really weird shampoo i got for 29p, its like.. mousse. it smells nice however, so no more smelly scalp. ARGH my fringe is off however and starting to part, not unlike Didz's. It is off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing better to discuss. Although i like the way i have stopped writing what i actually care about here and just ramble. its quite good to just ramble. rambling is what i do best i have decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-105950626591382512?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/105950626591382512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/105950626591382512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105950626591382512' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904567.post-105947181753852594</id><published>2003-07-29T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T02:43:37.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OOOHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29/07/03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kick Up The Fire, And Let The Flames Break Loose&lt;br /&gt;The title of The Cooper Temple Clause's second album has just been confirmed as Kick Up The Fire, And Let The Flames Break Loose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due for release on September 8th, the record is now finished - we heard it in full yesterday, and it sounds superb. "The record that See This Through And Leave should have been", according to Dan. Between now and release, we'll be introducing various tracks via the site, in a variety of ways... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kick Up The Fire, And Let The Flames Break Loose &lt;br /&gt;1. The Same Mistakes &lt;br /&gt;2. Promises, Promises &lt;br /&gt;3. New Toys &lt;br /&gt;4. Talking To A Brick Wall &lt;br /&gt;5. Into My Arms &lt;br /&gt;6. Blind Pilots &lt;br /&gt;7. A.I.M. &lt;br /&gt;8. Music Box &lt;br /&gt;9. In Your Prime &lt;br /&gt;10. Written Apology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to do when I get back from Scotia: EXTEND STAY BY TWO WEEKS. MUAHAHAHAHA!!!! I WILL HAV COOPERS! YES YES YESYESYESYESYEYSYESYEYSYEYS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to frankies lyesterday, it was like walking into my own bedroom, freaky. Took tonnes of ace photos which will be up in my Yahoo thingee when I get to her place, in Two weeks..... I think I should make a Di and frankie one. Frankie is the biz. Cant wait tili go to her place and get drunk with her and all her ace freinds, I will pretend to be 16, yes i will! MUahahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, going into leeds today. Will have money, yes. and will have bus ticket to scotland, yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;br /&gt;no, have pictures, hilairous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904567-105947181753852594?l=superstardi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/105947181753852594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904567/posts/default/105947181753852594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superstardi.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105947181753852594' title=''/><author><name>Dianne Cooper Temple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04633311196239901018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
