<?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-13782792</id><updated>2011-11-27T03:36:45.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extra coffee with my cream</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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>126</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-3964687018814026208</id><published>2007-09-19T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T05:37:27.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>! (the blog formally known as)</title><content type='html'>Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted on ye' old E.Coffee in ages, and it is such a shame because i was just reading all the happy blogs we used to have and then it made me sleepy. I did not dream of blogs though. What did i dream of, you ask? That story is for another day, my friends, another day....i remember one time i had a dream where i was trying to make a vacuum cleaner appear like magic...because, you see, i knew i was in a dream! HAH. Ok next paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO MUCH has changed since i last started using this. It's fucking incredible. I look at the blog links on the side of this page, and they link to peoples blogs, and i'm not even friends with some of them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Now, to start off, i might have to remind you old E.Coffee fans that i have always had a forgetful memory of events and happenings, and it was a main aspect of my everyday posts back in the day. So, instead of saying what has CHANGED, i'll just tell you where i am now, and you can sort of compare it with previous posts or some fuck like that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1&lt;br /&gt;I have the most awesomest girlfriend Courtney, who is in Year 12. We play Mario Kart and are very competitive at it. She listens to good music, we hang out a LOT, we love each other, and the world has never been merrier for Jim. I could tell you so much more, but i doubt anyone will read this anyways. I think we'll be together for a while though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111892350490996098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QUktmDp4Vro/RvEXAkENbYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PcmN9W6_FPw/s320/courtney+%2B+me+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;I'm able to grow facial hair these days, and i went through a phase where i would grow goatees then shave them off when i got bored.&lt;br /&gt;#3&lt;br /&gt;I'm much better at guitar and bass, being able to play along with almost anything (music i listen to, and with other people). Me and Marty recently jammed to some Beck, Akira Yamouka and Bomberman/Mario Kart themes. I wanna join some crazy bongo/dual guitar solo/operatic singing/guitar feedback band.&lt;br /&gt;#4&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a lot closer to adulthood, which is scary because i don't want to be one of those middle-aged people that DON'T want to play DDR, drink bourban, play playstation, watch anime, talk about animal sex, whip people with flicky hair, etc.&lt;br /&gt;#5&lt;br /&gt;I hate so much more people in our year level than I used to! I remember in Year 9 everyone kept telling me how loving i was towards everyone. I'm still nice to people, but some others can just get the fuck away! Fook off.&lt;br /&gt;#6&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Squirrel is now a worldwide phenomenon. Is that how you spell it? My friend in Ohio just got his first pube. This statement was false, but it was a space-filler. LMAO at me hitting Dav's dog with a bible really hard.&lt;br /&gt;#7&lt;br /&gt;I'll soon be a busker, because of very influential shit. After watching a whole range of movies, and listening to stuff like David Bowie all year, it has made me want to reeeally do something like busking, so i start that pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;#8&lt;br /&gt;HOMGZ HEAPZ MORRE IZ DIFRENT CUZ IT BEEN ALMOSD A YEAR&lt;br /&gt;#9&lt;br /&gt;Nah there isn't a #9 i'm done now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaps have changed though...i still listen to the same music, but a lot more better bands though...i'm slowly appreciating more genres of music, which is good.&lt;br /&gt;RECENT EVENTS - manifest, etc (cbf going into detail, ill do it later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo's have slowly grown over time too. Wow, this feels like i'm writing a review on how the world has changed in a years time...fook off quitely.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Jim&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-3964687018814026208?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/3964687018814026208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=3964687018814026208' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/3964687018814026208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/3964687018814026208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-formally-known-as.html' title='! (the blog formally known as)'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QUktmDp4Vro/RvEXAkENbYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PcmN9W6_FPw/s72-c/courtney+%2B+me+4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-117257304086829284</id><published>2007-02-27T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T02:44:00.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright, hear this</title><content type='html'>OKAY i just decided to re-write what i just spent 15 minutes writing.&lt;br /&gt;So here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REASON FOR COMING BACK TO EXTRA COFFEE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myspace and MSN are gay, blogs are cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCHOOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get school off my mind, probably because i'm stressed out from THREE intense subjects i'm doing (literature, biology, history) and i'm avoiding study, whilst at the same time, becoming afraid of failing. D+ on my first SAC, and i did embarresingly bad on my LIT essay which i did a couple of days ago.&lt;br /&gt;Also, it's good not having as many animals roaming the joint, although some have decided to stay, and it's just wasting everyones time because people dont find them funny anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Also, i'd like to welcome the newest member of the group, named Max, who is tall and we've been camping many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEEKENDS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've bene too tired to do anything super cool on most weekends, so...Metal Gear Solid records and working have become COMMON. I'm super good at Metal Gear Solid because i play it lots, and i brush my teeth when i watch spongebob squarepants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AFTER SCHOOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been coming home, playing my new JAZZ GUITAR which is an Ibanez, priced at $900 (but bought for $750) and she plays like a....dream. It's amazing. Oh, and this also means that PINEAPPLE FUSION will be starting! Although, ive been tired (due to unknown reasons) lately, so my guitar skills havent been top notch, so ill just wait another day like i always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OTHER THINGS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-'The Corn' video clip is starting to be planned out. Note - 'The Corn' goes for 20 minutes and 3 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;-Mr Squirrel The Squirrel released his 26-track album, although there has been none purchased. Featuring hits such as '3 Minutes And 50 Seconds Of Flanger Feedback And Effects', 'In The Key Of Splah' and 'Funky Insurance'.&lt;br /&gt;-I know i've already said it, BUT I BOUGHT A FREAKIN' JAZZ GUITAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;-I've bought a lot of anime, games and cds. I've bought 19 albums over the couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;-Pineapple Fusion starts soon. They will be playing songs from artists such as Regurgitator, Beck and A.C&lt;br /&gt;-I bought a Super Nintendo&lt;br /&gt;-Me and Beef had a milkshake drinking contest. He won. I dont know what happened to him, but when i walked home i broke out in a cold sweat, feeling dizzy, and when i came home, the first thing i did was sleep for 2 hours. I felt so sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah man theres probably more, but i can't be bothered sitting here thinking about it for hours. I have better things to do, such as listen to The Corn, and....etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Jim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-117257304086829284?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/117257304086829284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=117257304086829284' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/117257304086829284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/117257304086829284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2007/02/alright-hear-this.html' title='Alright, hear this'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-116988966057797862</id><published>2007-01-27T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T01:21:00.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Tommy Mottola</title><content type='html'>Yes, this blog is still dead, sort of.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, Marty and myself decided to revive the 'everyones top 5 favourite songs' thing from about a year ago, which i held on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously people have changed a lot since then, personality-wise and music-taste-wise, and they still will, and this is just a very interesting list to look at.&lt;br /&gt;And MY GOD its hard to restrain from changing my top 5 favourite songs. But, here we are anyway.&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marty Hicks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 'Can't Say Goodbye to Yesterday' - Felix Farrar Orchestra feat. Carla White&lt;br /&gt;2. 'Adieu' - The Seatbelts&lt;br /&gt;3. 'Too Young' - Phoenix&lt;br /&gt;4. 'The Predatory Wasp of the Palisades is Out To Get Us!' - Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;5. 'Passenger Seat' - Death Cab for Cutie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jim Sellars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. 'God's Hotel' - Nick Cave &amp; the Bad Seeds&lt;br /&gt;2. 'Big Time Sensuality' (live and unplugged) - Björk&lt;br /&gt;3. 'Ask' - The Smiths&lt;br /&gt;4. 'I Love Tommy Mottola' - Regurgitator&lt;br /&gt;5. 'The Loser' - Derrick Harriott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daniel DiBattista&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 'Aerodynamic' - Daft Punk&lt;br /&gt;2. 'The Aeroplane Flies High, Turns left, looks right' - Smashing Pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;3. 'Half Empty, Half Full, i never got a glass to start with' - Moneen&lt;br /&gt;4. 'Clint Eastwood' - Gorillaz&lt;br /&gt;5. 'Refused Are Fucking Dead' - Refused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rosie Moffat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Happy Little Vegemites song&lt;br /&gt;2. 'Gimme Danger' - The Stooges&lt;br /&gt;3. 'I Love To Boogie' - T-Rex&lt;br /&gt;4. 'Sesame Street' - Frenzal Rhomb&lt;br /&gt;5. 'Twist and Shout' - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matt Priddy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 'Hey Jude' - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;2. 'Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band' - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;3. 'She Said She Said' - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;4. 'The Great Gig In The Sky' - Pink Floyd&lt;br /&gt;5. 'Where The Streets Have No Name' - U2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah Hotchin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 'Zak and Sara' - Ben Folds&lt;br /&gt;2. 'Drops of Jupiter' - Train&lt;br /&gt;3. 'Chicago' - Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;4. 'My Sundown' - Jimmy Eat World&lt;br /&gt;5. 'Passenger Seat' - Death Cab for Cutie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tom Webb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 'Hey' - The Pixies&lt;br /&gt;2. 'Heroin' - The Velvet Underground&lt;br /&gt;3. 'The Bucket' - Kings of Leon&lt;br /&gt;4. 'Pennyroyal Tea' - Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;5. 'You Made Me Realise' - My Bloody Valentine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kimberly Deylen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 'Bohemian Rhapsody' - Queen&lt;br /&gt;2. 'Lean On Me' - Al Green&lt;br /&gt;3. 'Ain't No Mountain High Enough' - Marvin Gaye&lt;br /&gt;4. 'Kiss Me' - Jewel&lt;br /&gt;5. 'Strawberry Fields' - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erich Ung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. 'Killer Queen' - Queen&lt;br /&gt;2. 'Is This The Way To Armarillo' - Tony Christie&lt;br /&gt;3. 'Tear' - Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;br /&gt;4. 'I Can Run To Iraq' - The United States Marine Corps&lt;br /&gt;5. 'The Ballad of the Green Berets' - Sgt. Barry Sadler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rachel Ferlazzo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 'Track 4' - Gut Buckets (Insomniac's Dream album)&lt;br /&gt;2. 'Army' - Ben Folds&lt;br /&gt;3. 'One Angry Dwarf and 200 Solemn Faces' - Ben Folds Five&lt;br /&gt;4. 'Chips and Salsa' - Phil Collins Big Band&lt;br /&gt;5. 'Feeling Good' - Muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woody Woodman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 'New Slang' - The Shins&lt;br /&gt;2. 'Californication' - Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;br /&gt;3. 'Learn Yourself' - The Beautiful Girls&lt;br /&gt;4. 'Where Do We Fit' - Xavier Rudd&lt;br /&gt;5. 'Float On' - Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gemma Taylor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 'Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go' - Wham!&lt;br /&gt;2. 'Pictures' - Sneaky Sound System&lt;br /&gt;3. 'All This Love' - The Similou&lt;br /&gt;4. 'Footloose' - Footloose&lt;br /&gt;5. 'Under Pressure' - David Bowie and Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daniel Nealon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 'Softly, As In A Morning Sunrise' - Mark Copland&lt;br /&gt;2. 'Chameleon' - Herbie Hancock&lt;br /&gt;3. 'Gentle Thoughts' - Herbie Hancock&lt;br /&gt;4. 'Actual Proof' - Herbie Hancock&lt;br /&gt;5. 'Giant Steps' - John Coltrane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yellow Pudding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 'The Corn' - Yellow Pudding&lt;br /&gt;2. 'The Ape Chasing Remix' - Yellow Pudding&lt;br /&gt;3. 'Hell on a Stick' - Yellow Pudding&lt;br /&gt;4. 'Some Angry Kid With A Kite' - Yellow Pudding&lt;br /&gt;5. 'The Endless Interlude' - Yellow Pudding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brendan Forsayeth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 'Citizen Erased' - Muse&lt;br /&gt;2. 'Exit Music (For A Film)' - Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;3. 'For All The Cows' - Foo Fighters&lt;br /&gt;4. 'The Bronze' - Queens of the Stoneage&lt;br /&gt;5. 'Rush Hour Soul' - Supergrass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cam Hicks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 'Hey Jude' - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;2. 'Love Is The Drug' - Roxy Music&lt;br /&gt;3. 'Every Fucking City' - Paul Kelly&lt;br /&gt;4. 'Country House' - Blur&lt;br /&gt;5. 'Run To Paradise' - Choirboys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tess Sakkas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 'Kissed By A Rose' - Seal or 'Khe Sahn' - Cold Chisel&lt;br /&gt;2. 'Iris' - Goo Goo Dolls&lt;br /&gt;3. 'Fly Me To The Moon' - Frank Sinatra&lt;br /&gt;4. 'Let's Stay Together' - Al Green&lt;br /&gt;5. 'Hallelujah' - Jeff Buckley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leigh Olsson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 'I'll Close My Eyes And See' - Tim Davies Big Band&lt;br /&gt;2. 'All You Wanted' - Michelle Branch&lt;br /&gt;3. 'Earth Song' - Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;4. 'Learning How To Smile' - Everclear&lt;br /&gt;5. 'Baker Street' - Gerry Rafferty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sam Regester&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 'Fix You' - Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;2. 'Hallelujah' - Jeff Buckley&lt;br /&gt;3. 'Mmbop' - Hansen&lt;br /&gt;4. 'Suck My Kiss' - Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;br /&gt;5. 'Last Resort' - Papa Roach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Max Gedge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 'I Believe In Anarchy' - The Exploited&lt;br /&gt;2. 'How Soon Is Now?' - The Smiths&lt;br /&gt;3. 'Time Will Tell' - Slick 46&lt;br /&gt;4. 'If I Should Fall From Grace With God' - The Pogues&lt;br /&gt;5. 'Why?' - Discharge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laura Dodds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 'For The Widows In Paradise; For The Fatherless in Ypsilanti' - Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;2. 'Pictures' - Sneaky Sound System (Tonite Only remix)&lt;br /&gt;3. 'Daughters' - John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;4. 'Love Don't Let Me Go' - David Guetta vs. The Egg&lt;br /&gt;5. 'My Love' - Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ross Hetherton&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 'Price of Gas' - Bloc Party&lt;br /&gt;2. 'Still Take You Home' - Arctic Monkeys&lt;br /&gt;3. 'Australia' - The Shins&lt;br /&gt;4. 'Caring Is Creepy' - The Shins&lt;br /&gt;5. 'A Certain Romance' - Arctic Monkeys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teegs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ‘Abracadabraca' - These Arms Are Snakes&lt;br /&gt;2. ‘Understanding in a Car Crash' - Thursday&lt;br /&gt;3. ‘Try Honesty' - Billy Talent&lt;br /&gt;4. ‘The Fix' - Minus The Bear&lt;br /&gt;5. ‘Oh Boy, That Girl Can Move’ - Kinison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jayde Powell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 'Adam's Song' - Blink 182&lt;br /&gt;2. 'Yesterday' - Staind&lt;br /&gt;3. 'Tongue' - Seether&lt;br /&gt;4. 'The Package' - A Perfect Circle&lt;br /&gt;5. 'This Love' - Pantera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kelli Brne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 'Blind Eye Halo' - Soilwork&lt;br /&gt;2. 'Blood Money' - Luke Pickett&lt;br /&gt;3. 'The Casino Brawl' - Luke Pickett&lt;br /&gt;4. 'Even In Heaven' - Luke Pickett&lt;br /&gt;5. ‘Empty Corridors' - Luke Pickett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joel Kuchta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 'Wait And Bleed' - Slipknot&lt;br /&gt;2. 'Bat Country' - Avenged Sevenfold&lt;br /&gt;3. 'Tears Don't Fall- Bullet For My Valentine&lt;br /&gt;4. 'You Know You're Right' - Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;5. 'Down With The Sickness' – Disturbed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emma Bowles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 'Otherside' - Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;br /&gt;2. 'Remain' - John Frusciante&lt;br /&gt;3. 'Cassandra Gemini' - The Mars Volta&lt;br /&gt;4. 'Country Feedback' - R.E.M.&lt;br /&gt;5. 'A Place Called Home' - PJ Harvey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sandy Ung&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 'Moon by Moon' - Sendi&lt;br /&gt;2. 'Still' - Ben Folds&lt;br /&gt;3. 'Chasing Cars' - Snow Patrol&lt;br /&gt;4. 'Fix You' - Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;5. 'Breathe In Now' - George&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-116988966057797862?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/116988966057797862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=116988966057797862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/116988966057797862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/116988966057797862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-love-tommy-mottola.html' title='I Love Tommy Mottola'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-116631306379061511</id><published>2006-12-16T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T15:56:39.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>None of Them Knew They Were Robots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7260/1225/1600/180310/nick%20cave%20portrait%20#1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="337" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7260/1225/320/458979/nick%20cave%20portrait%20%231.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7260/1225/320/575937/bjork%20portrait1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures are of my favourite male and female singers, coincidently my two favourite music artists right now, and possibly for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to leave this happy mark on my blog, as a warming sort of 'goodbye', unfortunantly. This blog has come a long way, but support hasnt been to common lately, when i scroll down and see ive got like 1 comment from every post, after writing so damn much. I may decide to keep it up every once in a while if i get support, but otherwise...extra coffee is dead.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to thank everyone who was there from the start of the blogging while, notably Shauno, Dav, Tess, Matt, Beef, DD, Laura, but MOST IMPORTANTLY Marty, for sort of introducing this whole thing to us, and for just reading almost all the shite i have written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i say, GOODBYE, take care, farewell,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Jimsy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7260/1225/320/280658/Jim%20in%20Nandos%20%28small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-116631306379061511?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/116631306379061511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=116631306379061511' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/116631306379061511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/116631306379061511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2006/12/none-of-them-knew-they-were-robots.html' title='None of Them Knew They Were Robots'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-116538726317094996</id><published>2006-12-05T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T22:41:04.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Voyage de Penelope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7260/1225/1600/427998/Nausicaa_of_the_valley_of_the_winds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7260/1225/320/359230/Nausicaa_of_the_valley_of_the_winds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another juice-filled few weeks have passed, with lack of updates on Extra Coffee. But if i were apologizing, very little people would take notice. Those people being (as usual) Marty and Dav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get this rampage furiously rolling, starting off with the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the after exams were celebrated and remembered dearly afterwards, purely consisting of unstoppable nonsense and drinking, perhaps some dancing thrown in. I'm not talking about Matt's party, im talking about the 'lads gettogether'. We werent invited to that party, so we gave a big 'fuck you' and had the best time of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, a few pointless events occured. One of which being my adventure to the school on Monday after Year 10 was officially over. I met up with DD, and the plans were to finish our cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cakes were finished.&lt;br /&gt;....so we headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day, i went in to finish my cake, lacking company and having to talk to Ms Hagli for an hour and a half. I gained a few kudos for actually bothering to finish my cake, although the care-factor is low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Wednesday i went in to sort out my subjects for next year, changing around a few things, leaving myself in satisfaction. Sooo...my subjects now are: English, Psychology, 20th Century History, Literature (i dont read, but who gives a fuck), Biology, General Maths (i wanted to ditch maths, but i need it for my psych uni course...annoying shit) and Human + Health Development.&lt;br /&gt;Nerdy subjects, but i spose thats expected for a Year 11 student.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and i met up with DD and Beef and shiz. People left, and i played basketball with DD for a bit before heading home. Good fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, i just can't be bothered doing all this pointless shit. Sooo much preperation for a future job, so much stress. I mean, if you take an accidental educational stumble in year 11 or 12... your future could be at stake, which is shit. But theres nothing we can really do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Thursday i cant really remember doing anything (mental blank).&lt;br /&gt;But on Friday (martayy's bday, happy bday for friday dude), i had invited Rosie, Max, Omar and Dav to my place for a sort of birthday celebration. Sadly and annoyingly, it was minus the lads, but that was because we're celebrating later on, looking in nerdy shops and shite like that. So the friday invited were people who probably werent gonna come to that birthday thing. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Max and Rosie rocked up, Max gave me a pink cowboy hat and a hip flask, and Rosie gave me a Mr Potato Head in the shape of a penis, then Max took me to my room and stalled me for a while, then when i came back into the lounge, my myspace friend Kell was sitting on my couch, as a surprise guest. First time id met her, and i was extremely lost for words. It was just so damn cool, and it was real nice of her to travel so far for something like that. Yep =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omar rocked up later on, gave me suspendors and a ninja turtle pez dispensor (sweeeeet) and then Dav rocked up casually, eating my food, and gave me an Astroboy dvd in which i was most satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;We just played Nintendo 64, watched movies, pranced around Mitcham and laughed at me wearing suspendors. Good fun. Everyone left eventually, except Omar. He stayed the night, and we just experimented on Mario Kart stunts until we fell asleep to an episode of The Young Ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, Omar launched marshmellows off of his afro and caught them in his mouth (also filming it all) and yeah, we stuffed around until he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was spent doing nothing, i was too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday i had the family come over for seafood lunch and birthdayness, because Sunday was my actual birthday. I received a lot of money, a guitar chord 'bible', a flanger effects pedal, chocolate, ticket to Big Day Out 07, clothes, and from my folks i got money and a quality set of huge headphones. I'm happy to say that i'm veryyy satisfied. So far with my money ive bought a double-disced Nick Cave album called 'The Lyre Of Orpheus/Abattoir Blues' which is awesome, The Breakfast Club on dvd (favourite movie of ALL FREAKIN TIME) and Nausicaa of the Valley Of The Desert which is now a new favourite movie. A picture of it is also at the top of this post, and on my desktop :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has just been spent lazing around pointlessly listening and watching and toying around with my new presents, and such things.&lt;br /&gt;This has been a long post, jimmy wants bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Jimmy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s the blog title has nothing to do with the picture&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-116538726317094996?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/116538726317094996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=116538726317094996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/116538726317094996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/116538726317094996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2006/12/le-voyage-de-penelope.html' title='Le Voyage de Penelope'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-116466599691038823</id><published>2006-11-27T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T14:19:57.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking retards to the zoo</title><content type='html'>Can i get a "ya-hoo"?&lt;br /&gt;Uh, what's that you say? All i can hear is incomprehensable confused mumbles.&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind, im requesting 'ya-hoo's because its the end of exams, and more importantly, Year 10. I'm so glad that the year is over, and that some of us are stepping up into year 11. So, goodbye to lots of jocks and idiots, and hello possible future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the after-exams/end of year was celebrated with the lads. We werent invited to Matt's shindig, so we didnt stress it, and had our own thing at Shaunos.&lt;br /&gt;I went to DD's place beforehand, then realised that we had 2 hours to kill before we went to Shauno's.&lt;br /&gt;So, we headed on down to the square to chill and eat chips for a while, talking about who may possibly be dropping out next year, shit like that, and then Tom rocked up out of nowhere and chilled with us for a bit. He had hired 'The Breakfast Club' on DVD which put a smile on my face because its my most favourite movie in the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, Tom left. Nicole (who was a former student at our school) came and sat down near me and DD with her shifty smokey looking friends, so me and DD eventually bailed and headed on down to Shaunos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rocked up, and we were the first there. Shauno introduced us to the alchohol, we smiled.&lt;br /&gt;Marty came shortly after, then Eric walked up the driveway carrying his bag and thrusting, as if to say 'i scored the scoochy'.&lt;br /&gt;So we had a fair bit of Jim Beam, and a 6-pack of Smirnoffs, and some other random shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say we got drunk early in the night, so the night eventually consisted of plenty of topless dancing to techno, playing Bomberman Tennis with one hand, holding a can in the other, singing along to Marty's tunes on the hammond, ranting and mobile phone documentaries (or as i like to put it, lad-umentaries), calling people, stopping Shauno from calling people, DD air guitaring, etc. Listen, Marty summarised the night really well, check out his &lt;a href="http://www.mushroomhunting101.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed early because drunkness makes me sleepy, then woke up early in the morning to join some conversation that was going on. Fell asleep again after putting up with Eric being strange for an hour, woke up at a reasonable time, and me and Eric headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day i basically just chilled, which i did tomorow aswell (playing Nintendo 64 games on emulators which bring back awesome memories) and today i'll be doing it too :D except i have to head into school to finish off my fucking cake for cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, also....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS MY BIRTHDAY ON THE 3RD OF DECEMBER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Exciting, im getting headphones, anime, bass gear, cds possibly, and money.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, hooray for birthdays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Jimsy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-116466599691038823?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/116466599691038823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=116466599691038823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/116466599691038823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/116466599691038823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2006/11/taking-retards-to-zoo.html' title='Taking retards to the zoo'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-116392479349485320</id><published>2006-11-18T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T01:00:20.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's more to life than this</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;For a second i gave up on this blog, the obvious reason being the lack of interest by my old fans, but i think this blog will just turn into a...self-satisfactory thing, free for anyone else to read over. Marty seems to be the constant and now the only reader, cheers heaps you son of a gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it seems a lot of events has happened since my last post. The problem is: i can hardly remember what i did a couple of days ago, let alone weeks ago. So i'll just post about the 'recent' news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last weekend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with Chris, Mick and Omar. We met up at Eastland (me being a bit late) and went straight into Hoyts to see Saw 3. The second grousome scene made me feel EXTREMELY ill to be honest. I went in expecting it to be sort of the same as the first Saw movie, but it wasnt, and it came as a shock. I actually starting sweating and shaking, and i left the cinema to wash my face and buy some water.&lt;br /&gt;Some other guy who was about 20 years old also left the movie. He said to me "this movie is just...too much" and i was relieved to find i wasnt the only one and said "YES, i just couldnt take it...i actually felt sick..." and he nodded his head in agreement. I said "im gonna go grab some water, i might see ya back in there" and he laughed and said "catch ya later" or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;I went back in, and the rest of the movie was fine, although it was still really grousome. I just had a bad start. Good movie =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after that, we chilled outside for a bit making jokes about Omar's mum, Mick and Chris smoking like fools. We got bored, and caught a bus to Blackburn to go to Mick's house.&lt;br /&gt;We arrived, grabbed a basketball, and left to go to our school.&lt;br /&gt;We mucked around a bit with the basketball on the court, playing a few games, and then i just remember us all deciding to play a game of "Strip Basketball". Just like Strip Poker, only with basketball, you should know what im talking about.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i was on Chris's team, Mick went with Omar. Items of clothing kept dissapearing rapidly, starting off with shoes and socks, drawing closer to belts and pants. I was the only one to be stripped down to only boxers, then we stopped playing. Many people in cars and walking past saw me playing some B-Ball in my boxers, oh the fun times we have.&lt;br /&gt;Chris bought whipped cream and cookie dough, so we were eating that. Chris put whipped cream on his nipples then ate it, that image will be burned into my mind forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after Strip Basketball, me and Omar caught a bus home, and that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well Year 10 is nearly over, and everyone seems to be accepting the concept of our future. Stressing about 'careers' is pretty common amongst everyone, and exams (which are this week) appear to be another thing to whinge and whine about. As much as i dislike the stress that even the teachers purposely put on us, i'm going to try my hardest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joyful 'group' as we once know it has pretty much been cut into two by the large tension knife. Everyone claims that they "dont know why", but honestly, i "dont really care". It might just be a temporary thing, or maybe we're just adapting to our own little groups of friends that we're most comfortable with. It doesnt stress me, its interesting though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While everyone was also at their social peak, it seems one thing has stopped it. "World of Warcraft". I didnt think such a stupid game could have such a large impact on...well, everyone. It's turned Eric into some antisocial hermit, and i dont see what the big deal is. Oh, while im on the topic, people have also been obsessing over Techno and Dance music, listening to the same songs and acting all 'clubXcore'. I'm not saying it 'IS' lame, i just 'THINK' its FUCKING LAME AS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School itself has just consisted of studying. Study study study. Preperation preperation preperation. Classes are easy, yet boring, theres nothing more i can say. Shauno is going out with Nim too, just thought id mention it too because...im happy for him and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let met just say, amongst everything thats happened, nothing has managed to disband the lads at all. Quote: "Viva la Lads" - Marty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This weekend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents: We're gonna leave home on Friday, and come back late Sunday, k?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh okay. Where are you going then?&lt;br /&gt;Parents: We're going to the beach. Don't forget to feed the chickens and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh okay, see you in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;*parents leave*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i've been home alone for days, looking after myself. It isnt hard, when you think of how little ive actually done. I've kept myself alive off reheated pasta, 2-minute noodles, cereal and icypoles. The T.V has constantly been on for background noise, and Nick Cave has kept me in thought, with his effect of gloomy, powerful and extremely emotional music, which somehow makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;Friday and Saturday night were spend staying up till about 1 in the morning watching cartoons like Cow and Chicken, and eventually crawling to bed both times. AND both times in the morning, ive been woken up at about 6:30am from my chickens. This has left me extremely tired all weekend, which is the main reason for me not getting any exam study done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, ive spent most of my time on the computer, talking to my new friend Kell and myspacing. I got bored at one stage, so i recorded a lot of videos on mums camera of me beatboxing (i cant beatbox) around the house. Yeah, gotta love the WIILD teenage years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, dinner is served, ive almost forgotten what cooked food tastes like.&lt;br /&gt;Seeya round,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Jimmy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-116392479349485320?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/116392479349485320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=116392479349485320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/116392479349485320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/116392479349485320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2006/11/theres-more-to-life-than-this.html' title='There&apos;s more to life than this'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-116367749133494330</id><published>2006-11-16T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T03:44:51.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you forget this fucking singer so soon?</title><content type='html'>Nick Cave &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, obviously the comments have been lacking on the old Extra Coffee.&lt;br /&gt;So i spose its just fair if i lack in blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Jimsy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-116367749133494330?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/116367749133494330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=116367749133494330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/116367749133494330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/116367749133494330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2006/11/did-you-forget-this-fucking-singer-so.html' title='Did you forget this fucking singer so soon?'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-116133697829394003</id><published>2006-10-20T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T02:36:18.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch me, shiny magazine</title><content type='html'>The background noises consist of parents watching the Poltergeist sequel movie, my stomach full of a heap of fish and chips that were recently eaten. Myspace is being dodgy again, and i think "typical, for a friday night".&lt;br /&gt;A whole day of working at school today, just like all the others, and im a million miles ahead in maths. And i get fuck all credit for it. But thats alright, because im dropping maths as a subject next year. In English today we just finished watching the movie Billy Elliot, which i didnt think was THAT bad... the gay kid in the movie sorta looks like the gay lead singer of Placebo.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt go to double cooking, because...im fed up with that subject. First of all, its pointless to my education. I doubt that wagging Cooking will disallow me to get into uni to study human behavior. So, i spent two periods in the Photography class as the 'new photography student', working on album covers with Beef, and looking up porn with Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also today at lunchtime, a majority of the year 10's witnessed a year 9 band playing in the studio, featuring Gooch and Elija, and some drummer. They pretty much sucked. Then after the show was over, Beef proceeded to go apeshit on Marty, and tried to arouse Saska for about 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has gone by pretty quickly, probably because im pretty much used to the daily procedure, back to front. Mr Evans had fucked off to sailing camp, so i was pretty satisfied about that. A whole lot of other people went to sailing camp too, and it was pretty cool to have some calmer lunchtimes. Yeah, lunchtimes are still pretty boring. Tom is always there to entertain us with his...antics. But he's going back to Newcastle next year, which will really suck. We'll all miss him *tear*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of everyones week at school was probably Mario Kart 64 on the computers. Everyones playing it now, and Todd and Shauno have been wagging lots of periods just to play it *heroes*. Then after the school days, i go home and play it on my Nintendo 64, so this week has been pumped with a LOT of racing and shells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorow (saturday) im out for the day to try on my suit for my 2nd cousin Lee's wedding coming up (im one of the groomsmen), then on Sunday i get to finish off the Evangeleon story with DD and Eric. Misato is a babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7260/1225/320/Misato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Jimmy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-116133697829394003?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/116133697829394003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=116133697829394003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/116133697829394003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/116133697829394003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2006/10/touch-me-shiny-magazine.html' title='Touch me, shiny magazine'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-116099889064244721</id><published>2006-10-16T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T04:51:24.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There are few things more beautiful than surf saxophone</title><content type='html'>Ah, you gotta love the Colonel (otherwise known as Claypool). I still love Les as much as i always did, but ive been obsessing less. Which is healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, onwards to the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week.&lt;br /&gt;I cant remember anything interesting happening, except i watched two Clint Eastwood movies in the dark in one night. One of them being High Plains Drifter (one of my most favourite movies of ALL TIME &lt;3) and Fistful Of Dollars. Then the night after i watched Lost In Translation again, and it is just the most perfect movie ever. My hat goes off to Marty, for introducing me to the movie. I looove it so. Erm, but at school? Nothing really happens. Well, things happen, obviously. Its not like we go to school and sit around in white rooms in white clothes and not say a word or move. Things happen, i just dont remember them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i awoke, probably listened to Gerling or something, and hopped on a train to meet with Shauno and DD to go to Upper Ferntree Gully. When we arrived, we met up with Marty and got a lift to Knox, thus, entering another lads day out/night out. Eric didnt turn up this time. He gave us all a few lame excuses so he could stay home and play WoW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we rocked up at Knox and shopped around a bit, but mainly checked out the new Video Games heaven, which was AWESOME because they have Abe's Exoddus on playstation, and ive been looking for that game for like 3 years. So im gonna buy it this week. Once again i was lacking in the money (because i bought 5 albums previously a week before) so i didnt buy anything, nor did i have much to eat at the food court. The other guys bought some things, we pimped around for a bit, then we got back to Martys joint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting out of Martys mums car (after buying some munchies) we headed onwards to Marty's front door and got straight into some Mario Kart, which i brought along *smug face*. I had a great time owning, Marty and DD seemed to be getting into it heaps, whilst Shauno was getting frustrated the whole time and just gave up every race and did some burnouts in the middle of the track until the race was over. That was way fun, brought back some childhood memories, and then we got into some !!!BOMBERMAN 64!!! which was great! Shauno won a match, he seemed pleased about that. Also we got into some Perfect Dark and Conkers Bad Fur Day, which was an absolute joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got into some PS2 games, but the highlight of the end of the night was probably playing Silent Hill 2. Once again, that game just gave me the absolute heebie-jeebies. We made Nachos for dinner (whilst reminiscing over a few old times) and ate all these little bottles of soft drink, which was nice, and all i remember was falling asleep during some Silent Hill, or...something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some breakfast, then had to head home due to DD's parents being stingy again...so we waved g'bye to Marty, walked to the station, and headed home. I think the rest of the day i spent on Myspace talking to my new friend Kell, until sleep time. All in all, a farking great weekend, yet another succesful Lads time. Shit, i just realised how much i just wrote. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week.&lt;br /&gt;This week has just started, as if anything has happened. I did have a picnic with a few friends though. I brought bread and butter to school, my friend Sam (girl Sam) brought 100's and 1000's, so there was a feasting. That was fun. Lately, all ive been getting up to is watching movies, listening to more and more music (too many bands to name, but Regurgitator sure has been played quite a lot lately) and yes i still play as much bass and guitar as i ever did. I actually just finished watching 2001 : A Space Odyssey too, so my mind is still in a bit of a thought. Not much else to say, so ill be off then, i hope you've all been doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to Lago to paint the town red. You guys cant shoot for shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Jim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-116099889064244721?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/116099889064244721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=116099889064244721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/116099889064244721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/116099889064244721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2006/10/there-are-few-things-more-beautiful.html' title='There are few things more beautiful than surf saxophone'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-116027871905893685</id><published>2006-10-07T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T20:38:39.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Genius Fight</title><content type='html'>Connex, i wish much cancer upon you and your workers. BECAUSE. Today i was supposed to meet Rosie for an overdue catch-up and hangout, but i arrived at Mitcham station and the trains happened to be offline all day. Much panic arose, until i realised there was those replacement buses arriving every 5 minutes. I got on one, and i asked the driver if there was a bus going to the city. He said: "Nah, just get on this one and get off at Nunawading station, then get a train from there." I was like "cool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i got to Nunawading station to find that the bus driver lied to me, there were no trains arriving. So i called up Rosies mum Kate on a payphone (not having Rosies temporary mobile number) and got her to call Rosie to cancel our plans. Then i got home, explained my journey to the parents, then dad was like "uh, well the trains that go to box hill have trains running, so you could have just caught a bus to box hill. these trains have been offline on sundays for about a month now". So now im annoyed off at father, he could have told me earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yesterday i went over to Eric's place to watch the last couple of episodes of Evangelion. Ohhhhohoho yes it was good. Then thats all we did, until he invited me to sleep over, filling me in that DD was also sleeping over and they planned on watching the Eva movie. And I just finished the Evangelion series, so i thought it was a good idea to tag along too.&lt;br /&gt;So, i went home, ate, myspaced, listened to some of my FIVE NEW CDS that i picked up earlier that morning. Mum gave me Grandpas birthday money early, and i had money myself, so i bought five awesome albums which im still listening to now. I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gerling - Children of telepathic experiences&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beck - Odelay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Air - Moon Safari&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nine Inch Nails - Broken&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Smiths - The Very Best Of&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I'm very pleased with my selection. I also watched the first 20 minutes of Brazil which i hadnt seen yet, then ventured on down to Erics place.&lt;br /&gt;The night started off with us watching some YouTube clips, but Eric showed us some WoW clips which were really terrible, un-funny and lame. The music sucked aswell, even though Eric wouldnt stop ranting about it. Then Eric and DD played some fighting games on PC, until we sat down to watch the Eva movie, then afterwards watched some more Anime, then some Spanish film about soccer and sex, before falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;We fell asleep at about 1 in the morning, and i got up at about 6:30 in the morning...i the only person wide awake for about 3 hours until the others woke up. We had breakfast, then i left, which brings me to the CONNEX STORY which ive already told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there is my weekend. Hardly anything has happened at school, except for the fact that ive been picking up my grades heaps (due to a shit report last semester). A lot of insanity still occurs at lunchtimes though, for example, Tim and Beef's "sit down and throw objects at each others groin" game. Ubung keeps reforming and breaking up constantly, and Jordan and Luke are being major dickheads about it all, so thats the end of that chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i got my new Beatles t-shirt, it rocks. I'm wearing it now.&lt;br /&gt;And, if you've noticed that i havent been on msn much lately, thats due to the fact that i dont go on in much anymore, because...i dont like msn much, its frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7260/1225/320/Jim%20in%20Nandos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Thats my new hat (for anyone who hasnt seen it), its darn cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Jim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-116027871905893685?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/116027871905893685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=116027871905893685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/116027871905893685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/116027871905893685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2006/10/genius-fight.html' title='Genius Fight'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-115945101131460141</id><published>2006-09-28T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T07:29:19.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the devil with a thousand eyes, what i don't see ain't worth my time</title><content type='html'>So, i kick back at just about 11 P.M on this quiet thursday night, after a day out with the guys, and stick on 40 minutes worth of soothing jazz (Art Blakey)...ahh, life is quite superb sometimes. Unfortunantly, the holidays are almost at an end, and you can already hear the children crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick note: I always bitch and complain about receiving no comments on these posts. Actually, the only re-occuring ones come from Marty. So, comments would be nice if you're actually reading, they sorta indicate that people still read Extra Coffee. Because im so close to just giving this thing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to the summary of the week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my memory is blank about this day, but i probably did nothing except watch Galaxy Angel. Daym that show is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good spongebath in redneck town, and it was pretty cheap too. That lasted for about 6 hours, then i went to meet Eric at Mitcham station to venture up to Martys place. All we did was watch shitloads of anime until 2 in the morning, then back at it again the next morning for another few hours.&lt;br /&gt;We got into Galaxy Angel, Eva, Excel Saga, Kino's Journey (man that show is good Marty), Love Hina, Cowboy Bebop, ROD the TV, Perfect Blue *shudders with insanity*, and probably more.&lt;br /&gt;We had nachos for dinner, made by the three of us, and we layered it with cheese and salsa. It tasted awesome. Later on we attempted some Muffins, but they ended up getting burnt and they tasted like ass/charcoal. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuesday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the day after 'Anime Sleepover at Martys joint', and we all just woke up and started watching more anime, making Perfect Blue and Eva calls and quotes until it was time to head home. Me and Rico walked back to the Belgrave station remembering the anime memories, then i just got home and basically watched more anime and went on the computer until sleep time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wednesday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day happened to be 'Regurgitator Non-Stop Marathon' day. From 12:00-4:30pm, i stuck on 5 Regurgitator albums and 1 E.P in my dads 6-disc stereo, set it to random, and had it playing all day, full blast. It happened to be the most awesome thing ever, and probably one of my most greatest ideas ever.&lt;br /&gt;It started off with 'Feels Alright!' which is perfect to get anyone into the Gurge mood. So yeah, all day i was just listening to loud Regurgitator tracks (i easily listened to every song) and singing along to most of them.&lt;br /&gt;A surprisingly satisfying day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thursday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Random Bus Day #2. Matt starred as a guest appearence, but unfortunantly at the beginning of the day we all got on a bus before he got to the meeting spot, until Marty was like "shit, wheres Matt!??!?" but we went back and got him. Sorry Matt dude.&lt;br /&gt;We spent a little while trying to find a bus that looked good, but at first all we found were bogan buses...i cant remember any of the bogan names, but they were shit!&lt;br /&gt;We all ended up going back to Chadstone to chill at shops and have lunch. We went to Myers to toy around with the Apple Mac gadgets, and made a lot of amusing photoshopped photos of ourselves. I plugged my iPod into the iPod speakers and blasted some J-pop, Smashing Pumpkins, Fantomas and much more, so i was satisfied. We left an insane mirror image of us doing crazy shit on the display computer for everyone to see. Oh the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then headed to St Kilda via tram (with Matt yelling out things like "Hey you with the face!" out the window).&lt;br /&gt;We got off the tram at some freeway, looking around like "wtf are we doing here" then saw a sign saying "St Kilda Reach" so we were all like "Ohhhh! Lets go to St Kilda Reach! Then maybe we'll visit the &lt;em&gt;beach&lt;/em&gt;!" (Someone scratched the sign to make it say Reach, if you're not catching on). DD had to leave early, so we all waved goodbye, and then i think it was at this stage where Eric started acting weird. Yeah, he also played more pokemon on his gameboy today, thus reducing the chances of Shauno and DD picking up chicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An arrival was finally made at the beach, where we chilled a bit and threw stones at seagulls, then played some burrito frisbee. For real. Until the burrito broke. We got some photos taken, Eric chased Shauno around a bit more, then we sorta headed back home...well, i stayed around the city by myself and got Simon and Garfunkel's 'Sounds of Silence' album for cheap, THEN i went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here i am :)&lt;br /&gt;I probably missed out on some things, but when i remember ill just edit those bits in again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Jim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-115945101131460141?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/115945101131460141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=115945101131460141' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/115945101131460141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/115945101131460141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-devil-with-thousand-eyes-what-i.html' title='I&apos;m the devil with a thousand eyes, what i don&apos;t see ain&apos;t worth my time'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-115900345837711946</id><published>2006-09-23T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T02:24:26.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*sounds of the crowd aplauding to the entrance of Pyramid Head*</title><content type='html'>Okay, i really wanna watch some anime, so ill keep this short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MANIFEST 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. What a freakin' cres experience. It was packet full of anime fanatics, and a large majority of the fanatics were dressed up as characters from anime series/movies and video games. There was some really good costumes, like Cloud (freakin cool sword), Link, Sailor Moon...we saw Luke there (not Luke Simms, but the Luke that lives at Dav's house) and he was dressed up as someone. But there was just loads and loads and LOADS of other sweet (and sometimes skimpy) costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most importantly, for the 'cosplay', someone dressed up as....PYRAMID HEAD. Fuck yes!&lt;br /&gt;Man, the moment they announced him on stage, i almost had a heart attack. People cheered like lunatics. One of the happiest moments in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, Manifest is pure insanity. The memories will be forever remembered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manifest was also packed with cool stuff to buy, like figurines and cheap manga, etc, and i ended up buying the complete collection of Galaxy Angel, volume 2 of R.O.D the TV and a Boo figurine from Super Mario. The other guys (Marty, DD, Rico, Kai, William) bought other cool shit too. They had a room for Dance Dance Revolution matches, a huge room just for video game tournaments, and various theatres for anime series viewings. Arghh, the excitement still lives on......&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i have finished my Manifest rant, although i really could keep writing more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other holiday occasions so far&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-Hung out with Rosie and Marty in the city. Went to state library and shops, had some coffee, and overall had a really cool day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The lads went to the city for shop browsing and purchasing. I saw Silent Hill at the movies for the first time (argh, so good) and Marty joined me because he just...wanted more, i guess. I dont blame him. Then after that, we all went back to Martys place, ate heaps of junk food, played a bit of Timesplitters, then got into some Tomb Raider and Lego Star Wars before we got too tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The next day, Joel's neighbours place. Yes, Joel got his neighbours place free again, so the lads (plus Stuart and Joel) all rocked up and played iToy and Timesplitters, with a bit of poker, and lets not forget the drinking. Only Marty, Shauno, DD and myself got drunk, but i was too tired and sick to do anything interesting, so the other guys seemed to make the night fun. I cant remember too much of what happened, but we danced to Daft Punk again and... other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, theres probably a few hilarious and memorable events ive missed out, so i do apologize, but i really wanna watch some Galaxy Angel, right now. Soooo...if ive missed out something, either blog it or comment it. Keep having a good holidays,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Jim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-115900345837711946?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/115900345837711946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=115900345837711946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/115900345837711946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/115900345837711946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2006/09/sounds-of-crowd-aplauding-to-entrance.html' title='*sounds of the crowd aplauding to the entrance of Pyramid Head*'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-115839020228466494</id><published>2006-09-15T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T00:03:22.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I cant think of anything to put here. Probably the first time.</title><content type='html'>Man, what an exhausting week. I really put a full effort into working at JB HiFi. 45 hours i worked, for $25 and a free misfits cd. Not worth it, although i like the money and cd very much. Basically all week i was doing all sorts of jobs. Basically labelling and packing hundreds of cds and dvds, storing shit everywhere, putting things on shelves, doing odd jobs, counting stuff, etc.&lt;br /&gt;For 8 hours a day, thats tiring, okay?&lt;br /&gt;But all the staff were really friendly and funny, and they all thanked me on my last day for doing a superb job. So it wasnt that bad in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, how are we all this week? Yeah, probably all tired. But you get that. But hey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE HOLIDAYS HAVE STARTED!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo yeah, thats right. Its very exciting. Havent got much planned though.Today i'm not even doing anything. Tomorow ill be seeing the papa which is always a cres day. I might go to the royal melbourne show if i can be bothered scraping up 50 bucks for cheap exhibitions, short expensive rides and showbags with useless crap in them. Yeah, maybe. Carnies need my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that i could have more to post about, buuut...nothing has happened apart from work expierience and i cant remember last weekend. Umm. Nah, i cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, if you wanna catch up these holidays, call me up. Especially if you're name is Josh McCall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Jim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-115839020228466494?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/115839020228466494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=115839020228466494' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/115839020228466494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/115839020228466494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-cant-think-of-anything-to-put-here.html' title='I cant think of anything to put here. Probably the first time.'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-115778627121846024</id><published>2006-09-09T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T03:45:59.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for the meat</title><content type='html'>Hey, how are you? First of all, apologies for the extreeeme lateness of this post, but hardly anyone visits so i thought: "fuck you all" and couldnt be arsed. But, now i can :) Once again, cheers to the remaining blog visiters, our kind will NOT go extinct...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, its been a huge couple of weeks, and yes, you heard correctly, Ubung has broken up. Because Luke and Jordan have moved into another band. So me and Saska are ditched. I was pissed off about the situation before, but now i dont care because i realised i dont really listen to metal that much (apart from Tool and Iron Maiden and whatever else) let alone PLAYING the type of music. So yeah. Its just a shame we didnt get to pull of one single kickass gig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night (couple of nights ago) i spent the night at Ash's place because she was having a gettogether with about ten people, and i was one of the invited kind. So i turned up. Was a good night, lot of interesting things happened, and surprisingly: no drinking. Which didnt mean we didnt have a good time. Got some chinese food for dinner and got hardly any sleep. Always a good scenario :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the next morning (this morning) i left the place at about 8:30, went home and got myself organised and ready to spend a day in the city with Rosie. We checked out the cafes and all the cool shops, and she toured me through the State Library which is the COOLEST PLACE EVER theres heaps there, but yeah. We got more photobooth pictures which are always nice, and in general just had a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got home not long ago, and im very tired because ive had a lack of sleep. I was invited to a party on the way home from the city today, i refused straight away because im exhausted and am wanting to play some nintendo. Or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things have happened throughout the past few weeks, i cant remember what ive done lately though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think thats about it, ill catch you all later, and please comment,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Jimsy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-115778627121846024?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/115778627121846024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=115778627121846024' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/115778627121846024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/115778627121846024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2006/09/waiting-for-meat.html' title='Waiting for the meat'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-115656061386959634</id><published>2006-08-25T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T19:56:48.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Release the bats</title><content type='html'>My fingers are absolutely disguistingly hacked because i play too much bass.&lt;br /&gt;I dont use a pick at all either, so its all fingers. Which means when im old i will have really bad arthritis or something...but thats only if i keep playing. Which i will :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as usual, how are you all? Seriously, noone posts blogs or comments anymore, so... why do i keep doing this? Probably because its like a diary. Comments would be appreciated at the same time though. I think me and Marty are the only bloggers of our kind left.... hooray us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you all go to school, because i rocked up for like a minute, saw how many people were at school in year 10, then left straight away. Instead i just spent the whole day with Luke. We cruised the towns (blackburn, mitcham, ringwood) buying Fish and Chips and meeting up with fellow people (sean, miki, laura) and Luke had a little bit too drink at my place so he was a little bit drunk. I didnt have anything to drink, because im saving my health for tonights occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is Shaunos birthday gettogether, which will involve Shauno (obviously), Myself, Rico, Stuart Fitton and Todd. Marty has backed out for understandable reasons, and unfortunantly DD cant make it either, but ah well, it should be a grand night, and hopefully another memorable one. If we play some drunken iToy, ill be satisfied. Its disguisting the amount of drinks we have tonight for 5 people, i wont even tell you how many cans we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after Shaunos gettogether, i will be hungover and hanging out with Lyndon. We went into GoLo the other day to try on hats, and they were going to throw him out because he was browsing the shelves wearing a GoLo dressing gown. Ah, GoLo people are no fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is the same, blah blah. Nothing cool has happened, well, none that i can remember. Had a third Ubung rehearsal (minus Jordan and Peady) which was okay, but we were lacking in the 'what songs to play' department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking cannot wait until Big Day Out 2007. This years will never be beaten though because i saw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Iggy Pop (was in the middle of insane moshpit :D best, funnest and deadliest moshpit ever because i kept falling over and kept getting moshed on, and i had to buy new shoes after that show because they were hacked)&lt;br /&gt;-The Go! Team (was close to the stage, and was the most enegrgetic shit you'll ever see, two drummers aswell)&lt;br /&gt;-Gerling (was very close to the stage, gerling always put on a fucking wicked show, and i think darren was high by the looks of it)&lt;br /&gt;-White Stripes (meh)&lt;br /&gt;-The Living End (always fun)&lt;br /&gt;-British India (great new band, put on a great energetic gig, mad solos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, come on Big Day Out 07, show me what you've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Jimmy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s Tool will be at BDO 07, yes thats right, you should be excited. Nick Cave and Primus are small rumours, if they are actually going then i might die a happy man in the Primus moshpit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-115656061386959634?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/115656061386959634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=115656061386959634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/115656061386959634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/115656061386959634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2006/08/release-bats.html' title='Release the bats'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-115598527049617560</id><published>2006-08-19T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T04:05:21.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's oh so quiet</title><content type='html'>Well, i have decided that i am going to study for 'Bachelor of behavioural studies' for my university course, after school finishes. Basically, its studying the behaviour of humans, which is, in a nutshell, psychology. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, how are we all today? I'm swell, although i feel quite deprived of air. Ive been inside all day, playing Super Mario 64 and listening to music, and playing ska songs on bass and guitar.&lt;br /&gt;I got 120 stars of Super Mario 64 which i am EXTREMELY proud of (give me kudos), and ive been listening to certain bands and singers non-stop today. Its been great. Although i would have preffered to of gone out, preferably on a lads day out, but ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/ubungband"&gt;Ubung&lt;/a&gt; is still rolling, and probably will be for quite some time because, well, we have fans and we're all happy playing and doing what we're doing. No more recordings though. 4 songs up on the website, listen if you havent heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is annoyingly similar every day to the day before. People get outside and complain how boring lunchtime is for about an hour until its time to go to class. I do it aswell, but ive been hanging with Jordan, Luke, Peady and the munchkins lately which has been cool.&lt;br /&gt;*note* the munchkins are about five year 9 girls, who are the Ubung groupies. i only know the names of three of them. but yeah, they're cool, but i dont think they like me, probably because im a bass player. Luke said they thought i was funny though.&lt;br /&gt;After school i hang out with Luke, discussing what songs Ubung should play, then i catch a bus home, or walk halfway home...then bus. Whatever. I did walk home about a week ago, from school. Twas good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend i went to LAN with Marty, Rico, DD, Andy and Michael. Sucked at Warcraft, but eventually did good on CS. Well, not good, but i didnt get absolutely completely pwned either.&lt;br /&gt;That place reaks of nerd sweat.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we played heaps of games, had some fun, ate some maccas and went home. Had an escalator race beforehand, which was a good workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day i was out in the city with Rosie, we went around to some cd shops, ate out. I didnt buy anything, except a slurpee, and other than that we watched a street performer on fed square, he was brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think thats about up to date, cheers for reading, and COMMENT this time!!! JEEZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Jim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s Marty drew me the best pic (as a gift for the pic i drew him) but the image upload wont work, but the link is &lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/69/218972433_77a3531947_o.png"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-115598527049617560?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/115598527049617560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=115598527049617560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/115598527049617560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/115598527049617560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-oh-so-quiet.html' title='It&apos;s oh so quiet'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-115494427907047592</id><published>2006-08-07T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T02:56:05.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swingin' like Tiger Woods</title><content type='html'>Just went for a job interview at Video Busters. The guy asked me a few questions, i answered them, he'll call me back in a couple of days. He had a grey beard, i hope i get to work there because i like looking at beards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, i like earning the mullahh whilst looking at the beards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, outlanders, how are you all anyway? I think only Dav has ever answered this. Ever. But i thought id ask it again. Im fine, anyway. Today nothing really happened, except Luke's bike got stolen, and he actually borrowed it off his brother so he was reeeeal shitted. Punched a lot of things. Poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, shit, almost forgot. TOM THREW HIS FUCKING BURRITO ON THE ROOF! FUCKIIINGNGNNNGGGGGG!!!!! But, i borrowed two bucks off William for a hotdog in batter. I said (and i promised) that if i dont pay him back tomorow, he can kick me hard in the balls.&lt;br /&gt;And im very serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was pretty crap for me. I did miss out on the city outting for DD's birthday, and i did miss out on Ubung band rehearsal, and i did miss out on some picnic thing that i wasnt going to go to anyway. I spent all weekend in Warragul (countryside) at my grandparents place (or farm thing) with parents also. All weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Things i did at the countryside:&lt;br /&gt;-Eat. Grandma wants me fat.&lt;br /&gt;-Play 'Brick' on my iPod. Got a high score.&lt;br /&gt;-Play my bass.&lt;br /&gt;-Sit around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you said it. "Jim, that sounds fucking gay." And you're right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to say about school though, i basically do nothing except chill with everyone. And possibly go around the school with either Jordan, Luke, Peady or Saska looking for our band groupies. They hate me for some reason, probably because bass players arent looked fondly upon. Understandable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all need to post more. Marty, fucking big kudos to you for posting really, really big posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7260/1225/320/marty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That is all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&gt;Jimsy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-115494427907047592?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/115494427907047592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=115494427907047592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/115494427907047592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/115494427907047592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2006/08/swingin-like-tiger-woods.html' title='Swingin&apos; like Tiger Woods'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-115425591634902539</id><published>2006-07-30T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T03:43:01.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its the most beautiful place in the whole fucking world</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;In note to the heading of this post:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way i actually remember how to spell 'beautiful' is from The Truman Show (which is a great, great movie), or some other Jim Carey movie. "Have a B, E, A, U-tiful day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto other news, my weekend has been alright. I wont talk about school because nothing has happened, except a bin exploding. Which was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the Ubung band rehearsal #2, which only lasted a few hours but was amazing. We played our hardcore song a few times, fixed it up a bit and yeah. Played more metal. More 'Keyboard Jam' (improved). Then the amazing thing is, we actually played two really mellow songs. All on our instruments, we just improvised two fantastic chillout songs, with solo's by everyone. It was great, but i guess you cant imagine much without hearing the recordings...new recordings should be up soon...ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to say, Saska and Luke are great guitarists, and Saska is also superbly good at drums and a bit of piano which i found out yesterday. Jordan is an insane drummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i left Jordans place, i ran to the bus station with my bass, met up with this random guy (around the age of 50 or 55) and this young woman. Talked to them for a bit. Bus went to train station, caught the train with these two people and talked more.&lt;br /&gt;The guy asked me to play a tune (I still had my bass). So i did, i played him a tune. That was good. Then he ranted on about sheep or something for a while to the young woman, i wasnt really listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i got home and it was my mum's birthday get together at our house, which involved family and family friends, drunkeness and cards. Played the same card game for hours, i got to bed pretty late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have Joel's mini iPod, cuz he got himself a new MP3 player. I uploaded a shitload of songs on it today (because i finally got it working) and now my iPod is just about full. Im satisfied. Very satisfied. Cheers very much Joel, your money is on its way if my parents pick up the slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i hope you all had a great weekend. AND. If you look above, you'll see that i didnt say "&lt;em&gt;shit&lt;/em&gt;", "&lt;em&gt;fuck&lt;/em&gt;", "&lt;em&gt;cunt&lt;/em&gt;", "&lt;em&gt;dickhead&lt;/em&gt;", "&lt;em&gt;crap&lt;/em&gt;", "&lt;em&gt;asshole&lt;/em&gt;", or "&lt;em&gt;damn&lt;/em&gt;"! Except, one "&lt;em&gt;shitload&lt;/em&gt;" slipped out. And a "&lt;em&gt;fucking&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;Also, why do people explode by the sound of someone saying "&lt;em&gt;cunt&lt;/em&gt;" or "&lt;em&gt;fuck&lt;/em&gt;" or something else? Get the fuck over it, jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Jim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7260/1225/1600/abbogreatesthits8vq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7260/1225/320/abbogreatesthits8vq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-115425591634902539?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/115425591634902539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=115425591634902539' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/115425591634902539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/115425591634902539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-most-beautiful-place-in-whole.html' title='Its the most beautiful place in the whole fucking world'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-115390848714097999</id><published>2006-07-26T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T03:08:07.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats at the end of Satan's rainbow?</title><content type='html'>A big, echoing, "HELLO!" to everyone, and a big thank you for the six comments which pleased me, thankies very muchies.&lt;br /&gt;Although, i do apologize that i had to leave Blogtown for a while, and it mustve been hard to have driven back to the same road over and over without any change. Im not on MSN, so ill blog for you. Ill blog more regularily if you send me flowers. Pretty ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its old news now, but Ubung had a rehearsal last weekend! Woot. Me, Luke, Saska, Peady and Jordan all arrived at Jordans place, went downstairs into his MASSIVE room and jammed almost the entire day. We all got there at about 9 am and we jammed till 7 pm, but subtract about 3 hours because we pimped Kalista for a bit (Calista or Kalista, whatever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was a fucking maaaarrvelous rehearsal, and we played 'our song' heaps and eventually got it finilized, and we also played a lot of Mettalica and System of a Down.&lt;br /&gt;At about 5 pm, Saska had to go, and Peady left, so me and Jordan had a massive jam session for about an hour maybe. Playing a shitload of Primus, 'Cant touch this', a lot of funk. And a lot of other shit. It was awesome. And we all had a massive keyboard jam session in the end, that awesome because it lasted for about a half hour. More rehearsals coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/ubungband"&gt;www.myspace.com/ubungband&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs were recorded on an MP3 player, so the recordings are really dodgy. Our band rocks though, thanks to all the screaming fans out there. Better recordings should be up soon...ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the next day there was a 'lads day out' which was just a day in the city. We ate fancy foods and shopped the fancy stores. Went to Minotaur (nerd central) for about an hour, and went other places and thats about it. Normal day it was, but the 'lads days outs' are always highlights of the year. Gotta love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANIFEST IS COMING SOON!!!! *DROOLS*!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Jimsy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-115390848714097999?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/115390848714097999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=115390848714097999' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/115390848714097999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/115390848714097999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2006/07/whats-at-end-of-satans-rainbow.html' title='Whats at the end of Satan&apos;s rainbow?'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-115330239541904784</id><published>2006-07-19T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T02:46:35.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont kill nipper.</title><content type='html'>First of all, cheers for Marty for sticking with me in the blogging industry the most. He made a good point on his most recent post that people dont comment anymore, which is a shame because writing up stuff in our own summarisation is a great read. It'd be swell to see a few of the old bloggers come back into the game. Anyways, check out Martys latest post in celebration to his blogging anniversary, sort of. Yeah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i apologize in advance that my 'interest-factor' may not be quite as good this time. Im lacking in my vocab, and im rather tired. Lets just see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while ago me, Jordan, Saska and Hayden got into the studio one lunchtime, and decided to have a bit of a jam. At first we were like "wtf can everyone play" but by the end we played a few really awesome songs. We played "mushroom hunting - seatbelts", "groundhog's day - primus", "together on the sand - nofx" and this slap/improv song that me and Jordan came up with, and Saska and Hayden joined in with some awesome tunes to throw in. Man, it was a great expierience for me, especially when i got to get out the guitar and jam to "together on the sand".&lt;br /&gt;Im not used to these jam sessions, but dudes i gotta say i love em. Those guys are great musicians aswell, they basically shit all over me =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant remember much from school, but lets just say school is shit. This has been brought up by Martyman in his post aswell. I wake up in the morning wanting to just stay in bed, but i gotta get up. So i do, then i catch the bus to school (without music, i might ad) and begin the shite day. Schools is boring, every minuite of it, and classes are pointless because 99% of teachers dont put any effort into teaching, or they just dont care anymore. And we're exactly the fucking same, so it sort of evens out in a really sick way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lets just note&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;em&gt;the stereotypical "omfg i hate school its so gayyy" is lame. I really do hate school because im gaining no real education that im interested in. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I havent got many problems with people though, i still love all my friends and all that soppy jazz, even though lunchtimes do appear to bore the shit out of me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, which was a few days ago, it was mumsies birthday and i got her chocolate (by request) and we had lunchies at Grandmama's place and that was it. The following day, i met Rosie in the early morning to venture around the city and be tourists, taking tourist photos. I wont put them up, a couple are on myspace. We had lunch and saw a few hobos, then we went back to hers for a BBQ night. Family friends were over, and the whole family got drunk and it was funny as, but these little kids gave us headaches. Great night though. I played hackysack with her mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept over and the next day i was driven back home and i took the day off to watch Black Books. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not sure what else has happened, im rather tired right now. The formal is coming up, im not sure whos going, but i really want UBUNG to play there. Which is the new band i am in, one band that is actually progressing. It consists of me, Jordan, Luke, Saska and PD. Its awesome, more info about that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers for reading, i might ad more into this post when i have the energy. I promise. Pinky promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Jimsy&lt;br /&gt;#song of the day - NOFX - together on the sand# Man, playing this song with those guys was fun as.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-115330239541904784?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/115330239541904784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=115330239541904784' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/115330239541904784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/115330239541904784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2006/07/dont-kill-nipper.html' title='Dont kill nipper.'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-115234684818025070</id><published>2006-07-08T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T01:32:31.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray for Havana</title><content type='html'>Oh. My. Fucking. God. I really miss hotdogs in batter. It's like...i arrive at school and i can smell them. I think about them in class. I go home on weekends, and i watch tv and start to think of where to buy a battered hotdog. Heaven on a stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sure has been a while since i last posted, i do apologize, but its been a rough and/or boring last few weeks. Im sure you've all heard about the 3-day sleepver by now. It was absolutely nutso, great fun, good to have all the lads together for video games, endless junk food, and boozie-booze (or, 'scoochy' in the words ot Tom). I think ive already posted about this. Ah well, its a pretty big highlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DD is now famous. You've probably already watched it...watch it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J0PVqEi2keY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J0PVqEi2keY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've all emerged from our caves (otherwise known as 'school holidays') and our eyes are blinded from the lights of school once more. Which fucking sucks for most people, mainly because everyones classes basically suck pretty bad. Im in all these new classes, and they're shit.&lt;br /&gt;I would normally go into detail about how shit all the classes are, or how much of a closet lesbian Ms Hagli is, but nawww i wont. Goddammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First week is over of school, got good exam results so far (failed Maths though) and soon ill be back into my hotdog in batter habit, and the habit of getting bored in class and desperately trying to get attention from anyone nearby. Mainly by eating paper, often merging on regurgitating it. Im a pro, dont try it at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tis the weekend now! I wake up Saturday morning at about 9:30, go back to sleep for a bit more then watch some 'Mr Bean'. Eventually i meet up with Max, we go round to this new shop in Ringwood, but its EMO *barf* so we left. We saw Tess, Matt, Beef, Laura, Dav, maybe more, and we said a quick 'hey'. I think everyone knows Max by now, which is cool, seeing as though ive known him since we were like 5 or something. Max might be moving to our school. He'd better, mulluana is a shithole. Oh yeah, and i bought a Sex Pistols poster :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;IN OTHER NEWS&lt;/em&gt;: The Monosyllabics are dead. Or something like that. We made a couple of good songs, cheers to the true fans out there. But we just suck too bloody much. Knowing me and Max, we'll probably start up another shit band in a week or two. Record some more shit. It'll be horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily Weavers 'fancy dress' party is tonight, and im not going because im not invited :( and im not turning up uninvited. Ah well. I hope you all have a great time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one everyone, i hope your all doing well,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;your pal Jimmy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#song of the week - misfits - dream lover#&lt;br /&gt;Only cuz im listening to the song now. Wow, i havent used the ol' song of the week thing in ages. More to the fact, its pissing me off that Tom Brown thinks the misfits are emo. Misfits are fucking punk, dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7260/1225/320/REZPECT%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-115234684818025070?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/115234684818025070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=115234684818025070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/115234684818025070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/115234684818025070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2006/07/hooray-for-havana.html' title='Hooray for Havana'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-115078167395028003</id><published>2006-06-19T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T22:34:33.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>French the fries!!!</title><content type='html'>"WHAT IS THISSSSSS Jim is posting again!?!?! Wait a minute, he never does, possibly once every three weeks...what is going on!?!?" The people of Blogtown open their windows to the daylight and celebrate the coming of the new post, by their great leader, Prince Jim. Joy rushes through the streets, then they all realise: "Jim's posts fucking sucks, what the fuck am i doing here? Thats it, im going back to the &lt;a href="http://www.mushroomhunting101.blogspot.com"&gt;good side of town&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then a Tokyo Ska Paradise Orchestra song pops up on iTunes and gives Jim a thrust of enthusiasm, so he posts on this fucking bitch anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How has your holidays been? Its only been about four days i guess, but still, i hope your all well...i dont care if you're ill at the moment, just have a good holidays, mmk? No, i do care if you're ill, just get fucking better. Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awake on Sunday feeling sick and tired and shit, and there had been plans for a day out/sleepover with some of the guys (not an official 'lads day out' because it was minusing DD and Eric...). I met up with Beef at Ringwood station and realised that Matt and Shauno were late, so we got on the train towards Belgrave without them. There was this guy sitting across from us who was completely bald, except with a really long ponytail. It was like the opposite of a monk's haircut. Anyway, we arrived at Belgrave to meet up with Marty, then Matt and Shauno arrived soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We grabbed munchies of all descriptions and went and saw The DaVinci Code, which was a great movie filled with twists and shit like that. When i was really getting into the movie at some stages, i would turn my head and realise that Beef would be staring at me with a really ape expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie ended and we all headed back to Martys place. As usual, it was a game-fest, and we played much Super Smash Brothers Melee (Mr Game and Watch is now my favourite character...im not fucking joking) but Beef owned us all. We played multiplayer Parappa the Rappa 2 which i had brought along, and that was EXTREMELYYYY intense. We also ate pizza and played Silent Hill 2 which is awesome, but very...different. The next day me and Beef made Shauno listen to The Corn. The whole way through. More Super Smash Bros, a bit of Timesplitters 3, and then it was time for me to head home. Awesome night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was last night, i couldnt be stuffed going and i didnt want to, so i didnt. Partys are always the same anyway. You ALL know it *narrows eyes* damn straight. I heard it was shit anyway. FUCK YEAH jimmy scores one point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the holidays,&lt;br /&gt;From your pal Jimmy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-115078167395028003?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/115078167395028003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=115078167395028003' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/115078167395028003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/115078167395028003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2006/06/french-fries.html' title='French the fries!!!'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-115053660054256194</id><published>2006-06-17T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T02:34:53.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday in cambodia, its tough kid but its life</title><content type='html'>Welly welly welly well. I cant be fucked posting, but i probably should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exams are finally over, a whole lot of pointless pressuring and people stressing over nothing, its fucking fun! I think i did alright, im not shitting myself over it, nope. In maths, Josh looked at me with this sad face, and said "Jim...i lost my calculator...so i had to borrow my sisters..." And he holds up his sisters calculator and it was covered in butterflys and flowers, i was like "HAHAHAHAHA, FUCK, JOSH YOU RULE". In the German exam, everyone wrote bullshit and left early. I would have eaten a majority of the exam if the teachers werent sitting right behind us. Todd wrote a massive story in the german exam and that was good as. Other than that, exams were lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays have started and i hear no celebrating, fucking celebrate dammit!!!!!!!!! Thats better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL yesterday was the first day of holidays and i will tell you what happened. I woke up and played GTA San Andreas on PS2 for about..........umm......all day! Yeah. OH and i got new jumpers around lunchtime. But on GTA i just went in the pub and played pool and kept putting on a $1000 wager, and i kept fucking losing and i almost thre the controller at the tv so many times, shit thats so frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah friday wasnt very fun at all, PS2 pool got lame very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is saturday, yes it is, although i had to check the date just incase. Today i saw Rosie again and we had a great day, and went to Max's house aswell and we just chilled there for a bit, and yeah today was great, much better than yesterday. Max's dad was there, and he's a fucking legend because he's into Sex Pistols, Ramones, Iggy Pop, and all that. He has red hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thats the holidays so far, and hopefully in the future there will be a few 'lads days out' to blog about. Aww yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Jimsy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7260/1225/320/funatthefooty082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only photo i have of me and Rosie. It looks like i have many fingers. And we're at the footy so we have facepaint. :) good times&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-115053660054256194?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/115053660054256194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=115053660054256194' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/115053660054256194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/115053660054256194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2006/06/holiday-in-cambodia-its-tough-kid-but.html' title='Holiday in cambodia, its tough kid but its life'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-114975948842684027</id><published>2006-06-08T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T02:38:08.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ubung!</title><content type='html'>I had to start off my post with a BANG. 'Ubung'. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to say sorry for not posting as often as i should, but i dont think many people read these things anymore anyway. So im fucking not sorry :)&lt;br /&gt;Well not much has happened, except the teachers seem to get a small pleasure out of trying to get us to go mental over the exams. "Here's some revise sheets! Here's another one! Here's some methods on how to do the exam! Whatever you do, DONT PANIC!!!" Its pretty fucking stupid, ive never been calmer in my life. Um this weeks happenings is completely off my memory bank, so ill talk about today. First up i went to school listening to my discman (in all its lame glory) and then first period was science, in which i spent with Andy checking out all the disguisting diseases in the sciencebook then claiming that i have all of them. Second period i wagged with Jordan Luke Erich and Callum and we just sat around and bagged Red Rooster and said Ubung atleast 50 billion times. I cant remember what else i did today, but i can assure you it wasnt very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend on Saturday i went to see Rosie again, and its always great to see her again :) and then afterwards that afternoon we went to Eastland for another episode of 'lads day out'. We shopped around a bit, ate, then headed back to Shauno's for a sleepover/video games/drinking night. We played a bit of Mario Party 5, Soul Calibur 3, and more. We had a massive stock of Jim Beam which was fucking awesome, but i was feeling a bit sick that night so i only had about three cans. Marty kept taking the cans as if they were chips, and Shauno had a few, and DD had a can and got TIPSY! Yes, TIPSY! DD is der funny when he's tipsy, he kept talking on and on about all this shit. Like "Mario Party, it consists of...mathematics....and CAKE!" and etc. Marty made a few good calls aswell, and Shauno was just the usual drunkness. I was tipsy at one stage so im sort of satisfied. Even though it wasnt for very long. That was a pretty awesome fucking night, cheers guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and a lot lately ive been jamming with a few people. Been playing some Primus with Ross, and Jordan (who are both awesome drummers), played some System of a Down with Saska (you rawwwk at guitar dude) aaand yeah its great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all i can remember for now, a lot more has happened but Marty seems to write big posts these days which is awesome. My post is just like an appetiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study hard people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Jimsy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-114975948842684027?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/114975948842684027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=114975948842684027' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/114975948842684027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/114975948842684027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2006/06/ubung.html' title='Ubung!'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-114808281343049150</id><published>2006-05-19T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T16:53:33.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor me, the israelite, i wonder who im working for</title><content type='html'>Good morning/afternoon to all you males/females/other! I needed to post so i will, just for YOU. As i do recall, my last post was about Stephs party, and now im trying to remember whats happened since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, schools been shit but atleast ive been &lt;em&gt;mysteriously&lt;/em&gt; passing every subject. Mr Evans still thinks im a fuckin loser at everything, which is fair enough because he has a fat head and people with fat heads are often angry. He's still a fuck though. I havent done anything all week, except after school on wednesday Rosie came to visit me for a bit at blackburn which was cool as. Yesterday after school me and some of the other guys played markers up on the oval with a ball of icing. Then after dropping the ball of icing over a million times, i tried throwing the ball up in the air and catching it in my mouth but it just hit my throat which fucking hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm this weekend im off to Bentleigh, then coming back to Miki's bday party which should be a blast. This time me and the lads arent coming dressed like the fashion mafia, so it will feel a little different. Enjoy the musk that is the saturday afternoon, and ill seeya all at the party,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Jimsy&lt;br /&gt;#song of the week - .........anything ska.#&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-114808281343049150?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/114808281343049150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=114808281343049150' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/114808281343049150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/114808281343049150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2006/05/poor-me-israelite-i-wonder-who-im.html' title='Poor me, the israelite, i wonder who im working for'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-114706124042517307</id><published>2006-05-07T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T21:07:20.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna go to the carnival</title><content type='html'>Hello all, firstly i apologize for not keeping up to fucking date with the whole blogging world, ive just been spending my time on myspace.com (not the extremely gay msn one), but here you go a blog about what i can remember about the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent the last 30 seconds trying to remember whats been happening the past few weeks, and i cant remember, so ill just tell you about the weekend. On Saturday i went in the city and had an awesome day with Rosie (who hopefully you all know about by now), and we hanged out and pretended to be fancy colledge students, and it sort of didnt work but oh well. We pimped the city and then we chilled at Bentleigh then Stephs party came up. Except when i got home there were three dickheads waiting for me named Chris, Callum and Omar. I remember a while ago Chris asked me at school this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Hey Jim, can me Callum and Omar stay at your place before stephs party?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But obviously my words did not have any affect, but it was alright because i got to see Omar and his big hair before stephs party. Eric was meant to pick me up and drop me off at Stephs, but he didnt, so i was one of the last people to rock up. It was really cool because me, DD, Marty, Eric and Shauno came in the same shirts (different colours), ties, and suit jackets. It woulda been better if we all arrived at once, but it was still awesome. Drunk people kept pulling on my tie all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasnt drunk at ze party, due to:&lt;br /&gt;a) me being a tad sick&lt;br /&gt;b) people being violent when i asked for a drinky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, fun was had by a lot of people, and mostly Matt (who is still proud about his drunkness to this day) and it was good to see a few new faces dancing it up. I went in for a bit of a mosh, but Omars hair was in the way. Im not cracking a joke, thats what happened.&lt;br /&gt;After the party i slept over at Chris's place with callum and omar and obviously chris, and we talked like fools until i got bored of it, fell asleep, woke up the next day and came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was my grandma's 60th birthday party. Not much to talk about, but the food was scrummy and my mums greek cousins are the best. Im going to be in the groomsmen party thingy at my cousin Lee's wedding late this year which will be awesome. Its really cool, my mum's cousins are in their 30's and they love playing online games heaps. Legends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is fucking shit, im so over it all, especially the gay faggot (aka Mr Evans) who hates me because i dont put in enough effort in sport. He has a fat head :)&lt;br /&gt;Other things have happened in which i cant remember. I know lots has happened, OH YES i remember Beef jumping into a bush that looked rather spiky. And umm today Jordan and Luke came to school drunk, and they were raving and making techno sounds. If you seek more information, contact my agent, Marty. If you want his buissness card, go to Josh and ask if he knows anyone named 'Zanky'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Jimsy&lt;br /&gt;#song of the day (or week) - theres a few, because i havent blogged in a while. Probably 'I touch Myself' by Blondie would win this one, because it was playing at the party and i loved it.#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s my band 'The Monosyllabics got a gig offer, at a place in boronia where people get stabbed and shot. We have recorded all these country songs (being me and max) and for some reason this guy liked our songs, and our attitude (?). He must be a downie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-114706124042517307?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/114706124042517307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=114706124042517307' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/114706124042517307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/114706124042517307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-wanna-go-to-carnival.html' title='I wanna go to the carnival'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-114553143190476834</id><published>2006-04-20T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T04:12:36.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of Ron (the transvestite duck) and Jimmy the jewish boy (part 'who-knows what')</title><content type='html'>Well if you've been paying attention to these stories, you'd know that Ron and Jimmy were on the worlds longest escalator singing 'the man from snowy back river' or something else random, but then...! THE ELEVATOR LEAD UP TO SOME SPACE STATION UP IN SPACE! So they started floating around until they met this monkey named Rob. Rob was a smart monkey, except for the fact that he was half monkey, half mutant. So he didnt have many friends. Ron and Jimmy were like "Yo Rob dude, whats space like" and Rob just exploded in flames, and Ron and Jimmy got very bored. "Yeah this is boring lets go home" so they went home and the president was sitting in their chair.&lt;br /&gt;"Get the fuck off our chair" say Jimmy, but oh no the president doesnt listen does he, so Ron and Jimmy had to declare war on five different countries including America and Joshville. The president declared that he was an airoplane and kept making "whoosh" sounds, and Ron and Jimmy were all like "ah fuck this" and they bombed Joshville. All the little Josh villages were like "OH SHIT" but luckliy all the Zankys survived. Then they started singing "Hitler was a sensible man" with a group of barbershop quartet men with funny beards.&lt;br /&gt;A man named Butter then waltzed up to Ron and Jimmy out of nowhere, and said that the world was falling apart. "ah not again" says ron and jimmy at the exact same time. So they went to all the bunnings in the world and got as much sticky tape as they could buy. which was about 3 rolls. so they stickytaped Josh's forehead to the earths surface and somehow everything was fine.&lt;br /&gt;"Mission accomplised" said this strange man whose name was butter. Well, that was over, and then it was Ron's birthday, and he had his birthday at an elephant breeding farm and everyone got to eat raw pancake batter. Everyone brought Ron lots of gifts, which included Shania Twain cds and used water balloons, ron was all like "oh fucking thanks", and his party guests included Bill Gates, Donald Trump, and other rich bastards. And of course Danger Tick was invited. Danger Tick was all like dead and everything (this makes no sense to almost anyone) but anyway, the birthday party rocked, and everyone hopped on a bus to Canada while singing 'drop it like its hot' out of time, and the adventure continues on from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO TESSA GO your turn&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Jim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-114553143190476834?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/114553143190476834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=114553143190476834' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/114553143190476834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/114553143190476834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2006/04/adventures-of-ron-transvestite-duck.html' title='The Adventures of Ron (the transvestite duck) and Jimmy the jewish boy (part &apos;who-knows what&apos;)'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-114457980811057243</id><published>2006-04-09T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T03:50:08.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Na-na-na-na-nah, too many puppies</title><content type='html'>Just before i get started...THE ADVENTURES OF RON AND JIMMY are coming soon, but my imagination has gone on vacation so yeah stay tuned for that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its been a really exhausting and eventful weekend, so ill get started.&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY i met up with Eric at eastland at around 3.30 for a bit of a shop. I cant really remember what we did, just bummed around i guess. Then Marty arrived later because we were all gonna go see a movie. As it turned out, the movies were fucking shit so we didnt see anything.&lt;br /&gt;Bummed around for another hour, then caught the train to Laburnum to venture over to Lloyd's 16th birthday party at his place. We were a bit early, but oh well. We started off with some pool and yeh that was awesome. People started turning up and yeh the party began. The night consisted of:&lt;br /&gt;-Marshmellows.&lt;br /&gt;-Doing the Les Claypool Walk to 'tommy the cat' pumping on the stereo. Awesome fun.&lt;br /&gt;-Lloyd getting a pirate hat and sword for his bday.&lt;br /&gt;-Me Marty and Eric having a jam. Them singing, me guitaring. Matt played the guitar for a bit aswell which was kewl, and Marty played a song but i forget what it was...&lt;br /&gt;-Taking advantage of Lloyds camera.&lt;br /&gt;-Pool. As in, the game.&lt;br /&gt;-Me and DD singing 'Too Many Puppies' over and over.&lt;br /&gt;-Josh.&lt;br /&gt;-CAKE!!!!!!!!! HOORAY FOR CAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm thats all i can remember now, but yeh cheers Lloydie for an awesome party and happy 16th to ya mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night got late, and me, Marty and Eric got a lift back to Martys place to sleep the night. We watched Marty play 'Shadow of the Colossus' which is just an awesome game, GAAAH its great. And then we watched some David Lettermen, but it was so boring that i fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY (today). Woke up, played some Ratched and Clank, then went to Knox to see V for Vendetta (which was awesome!) then we explored Knox for a bit before me and eric went home. I am so tired and broke but what an awesome weekend. Ah shit its school tomorow, arghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it, so before i go, ill leave you this pic of all of us doing the Les Claypool Walk. Most of us just look confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="254" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7260/1225/320/les%20claypool%20dancing.jpg" width="338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&gt;jimsy                                                                                                                                                    #Two best songs of the weekend# &lt;em&gt;Tommy the cat&lt;/em&gt; - Primus, &lt;em&gt;4-17-05&lt;/em&gt; (thats the name of the song)- Fantomas#&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-114457980811057243?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/114457980811057243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=114457980811057243' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/114457980811057243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/114457980811057243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2006/04/na-na-na-na-nah-too-many-puppies.html' title='Na-na-na-na-nah, too many puppies'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-114350658465442614</id><published>2006-03-27T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T17:02:30.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to be a clone, i want a suburban home</title><content type='html'>WEll its period 3 in SOSE and i guess its time to post. Schools just started up again and yeh we all expected it to suck. I gotta say, i had an eventful hollies. I cant put down everything i've done, but most of the time i was chillin' out with Marty, doin random shit with Dav, went to DD's for some more randomness and Timsplitters, Andy's bday party which was cres, Dav's SCRUBS MARATHON which was awesome, and much much more. I honestly cant remember everything, but hollies were ACTION-PACKED with fruityness. (main highlight of hollies- 'The Tang")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schools just recently started and its shithouse as we all expected. First day (yesterady) arrived supra-tired. It was good to see Zanky (Josh) again though. Lunchtime me and DD stole Williams iPod and listened to Backstreet Boys and Ricky Martin. William has some really shit music. I mean, come on...50 cent? Fo shizzle. Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is basically the same, except this morning everyone was ramaging and laughing like french people. I listened to The Descendants on the way to school and now they're stuck in my head, but its so kewl. Which reminds me, ive been learning David Bowie songs on guitar (including 'Queen Bitch' requested by Marty, and 'Ziggy Stardust'). Yes, i am still banned from internet. But ive passed the time by watching my usual telly shows and talking to people on the phone. I prefer phone calls to msn. I say "hell yes" to phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i forget, i think everyone should go to &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com"&gt;www.myspace.com&lt;/a&gt;. Marty, Dav, Lucy and myself use it. Its really good, its like a detailed blog and you meet randoms. Even ask Marty, he'll say "Myspace = thumbs up".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flayva's of the past few weeks:&lt;br /&gt;-Tang&lt;br /&gt;-David Bowie songs&lt;br /&gt;-Being constantly out and about, leaving me extremely tired&lt;br /&gt;-Tony Hawks 2 (the old one)&lt;br /&gt;-Tuna in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing more to say, period is over and i need liquid. Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jimmy&lt;br /&gt;#song of the day - The Descendants - Rotting out# Awesome shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-114350658465442614?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/114350658465442614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=114350658465442614' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/114350658465442614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/114350658465442614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-want-to-be-clone-i-want-suburban.html' title='I want to be a clone, i want a suburban home'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-114247943962058643</id><published>2006-03-15T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T19:23:59.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a couple of dumb shits</title><content type='html'>Holy fuck its been a while! How've ya been? Im good. Ive been hassled to do a post over and over so here 'tis. So chill, relax, enjoy the post, tonight its on the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL on the last day of school, the lads (being me, the papa, martski and shauno) had arranged to spend the night at Martys. BUT we had to wait for Marty to finish some music thing at school until 6:00. So, the rest of us went to grab some maccas, then chilled at DD's place, listening to random music n shit. Then we went back to get Marty, and ventured on down to Knox for dinner and pimping. We got our greasyness food of glory, then spent a lil while at shops n shit then went back to Martys place. At Knox, i bought a copy of Tony Hawks 2 which is so ol school. Marty bought a Super Mario Dancemat Game which is AWESOME. Basically, all night we just played games, mainly Dancemat game, Tekken 4, etc etc i cant remember shit. Occasionally i'd bust out a few songs on the acoustic which was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA i almost forgot, when we went shopping for food and drinks beforehand, we found packets and packets of..."TANG!" Man i was so excited when i saw it, and it only costed like 67 cents a satchet. So good...anyway, we took photos of it (as Marty said, "Giggling away the whole time") and yeah that was like 'the highlight' of the night. Hehe, Tang....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i was at DD's place with Andy there aswell. That was cres, especially when i made Andy watch the Primus live dvd, he was almost crying. Apart from that, we just pimped on the PS2 playin' crappy crappy Tony Hawks 3 and yeah just the usual. Kewl as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, ive either been at home listening to Primus and Bad Brains, or been at Davs using the internet in which i am doing now. Im so pissed off that Dav didnt tell me about the picnic, she just said "ohh sorry i forgot" and im like "GRRRW"OTHWOITH" right now but oh well. Good luck Miki, sorry i wasnt there n everything. I hope everyones been cres, sorry the post wasnt very fruity, but i had to get it out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jimmy wishes you a fab holidays. seeya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#song of the day - Primus - Sgt. Baker#&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-114247943962058643?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/114247943962058643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=114247943962058643' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/114247943962058643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/114247943962058643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-couple-of-dumb-shits.html' title='What a couple of dumb shits'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-114120117494483887</id><published>2006-02-28T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T00:19:34.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont stop till you get enough</title><content type='html'>Shit i am such a rebel, look at me, see, my parents are out, and here comes me, the "Big Rebel" (known in the hood as Big R) and i go on the internet. When i'm banned. Daym it feels good to be a gangsta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well heres another post. My mind cannot recall when i last posted, but yeh, heres another for you blog readers to read (you know who you are). School has been pretty average nowadays. Beef is back at school, which is awesome, and yeah things are just cool. Today we did more 'mountain jumping' which is a lunchtime highlight for the lads, and yeah we did an 'orgy jump' which is where everyone just goes mountain jumping at once. Jim likes orgys. What? Shhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Weekend was gay seeing as though i did nothing. Except friday to saturday i was at Davs. We watched Charlie and the Choco factory with Davs drunk bros and drunk hobo named Luke. Then i woke up on Saturday and ventured home. On sunday i bought a buzzcocks album and Michael Jackson's number ones. Exciting stuff. Today everyone was out at sport, which was kinda good i guess, school was less crowded and it was sort of relaxing, but at the same time, everyone felt lonely. Strange. *notes mental notes in psychiatrist pad*. Today i wrote random crap in Andy's diary about Josh dying, it was pretty fun, to see Josh die in so many ways. Oh, what i do to pass the time, ahh its amazing.&lt;br /&gt;I think i have minor amnesia (it took me about 2 minutes to remember the word amnesia). Yeah, sometimes i just sort of forget everything thats happened in my life, apart from up to 2 weeks ago. But luckily the 'loss of memory' doesnt last too long, and it hasnt happened for a while. THIS DESIRVES A PARTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to look foward to in the future?&lt;br /&gt;-city day with the lads, including sushi and cheap cds and minotaur&lt;br /&gt;-the weekend&lt;br /&gt;-the summer hollies&lt;br /&gt;-st patricks day&lt;br /&gt;-my friend rosie moving down to melbourne in a few weeks, she is the coolest&lt;br /&gt;-i want to buy a beck album. that will happen soon. i cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;-umm...la la la thats about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flayva's of the week (or month)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Cure. I cant stop listening to them.&lt;br /&gt;-Short Circuit. Most retro song ever.&lt;br /&gt;-Indie. I get more and more into indie every day.&lt;br /&gt;-The OC. Its back!&lt;br /&gt;-Hot dogs in batter. Awesome food. Awesome. I dont care if it'll kill me, Shauno, it tastes so darn good.&lt;br /&gt;-Myspace. My god this is a great invention/website.&lt;br /&gt;-Mountain jumping. Ahem. Its fun. Orgy jumping = even funner.&lt;br /&gt;-Chucks. I wear them. I like them. I breathe them.&lt;br /&gt;-Ol' schoolness. I love my ol' school discman, its like a child to me. A child that sings The Cure songs to me. Bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all i got. Encore? Fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jimmy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#song of the day - The Cure - Inbetween days# I listened to this song for the first time the other day. How could i miss this track on my glorious cd? Shame on me. Its awesome. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-114120117494483887?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/114120117494483887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=114120117494483887' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/114120117494483887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/114120117494483887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2006/02/dont-stop-till-you-get-enough.html' title='Dont stop till you get enough'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-114050463065316303</id><published>2006-02-20T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T22:50:30.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aint it a shame to go fishin on a sunday, aint it a shame?</title><content type='html'>Ah yes. Another post. I have a feeling that this one will be short, because, put simply, I HAVE TO LEAVE DAV'S HOUSE SOON. Lately things have just been the same. School sucks, yeah we all know, but school seems to be better than living at home with my hypo-insane crazy parents. So ive just been at Davs. I have so much spare time that i just play guitar when i leave Davs, so my skills are getting REEAL good im happy because i can play Sweet child o'mine. Which reminds me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, i had just arranged to spent the weekend with me ol' chum Martski. I tell my parents, they're like "wha-eva". Then i say to dad, "hey, can i have 5 bucks for dinner?" Due to me being a pov bastard. Then dad goes "....i dont know, ill talk about it with your mother." So my parents go to the kitchen to talk over it, which is quite strange because we're only talking 5 bucks here. Anyway, they finish talking, and mum stands infront of the tv while i was watcing South Park, and she says "No way are you having money after what you've done to me. You've broken my heart too many times James (*shudder*) and theres no way im giving you money. Y'know, i considered buying you an electric guitar (which is bullshite) but no, not now. See, you could have been nice to me, or..." and she walks off. This dazzles me, because i actually didnt go anything. Mm. This is what im talkin bout people. Parents = bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrive at Belgrave to meet up with Marty, with a backpack full of cds, games and such. We head on down to the Cameo to go see 'Date Movie', and lets just say, that was the shittest movie ive ever gone to the movies to see. Apart from King Arthur. Except Lil Jon comes into the movie and just goes "heeyyyyy!" which was cres. But yeah, that movie sucked. Jinkers is the lamest character ever in a movie...ever....arghhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we leave the Cameo, and head on down to Martys humble abode. The night consisted of: some 'core bomberman 64, some extremely intense 9 hole bomberman golf and intense bomberman baseball, a bit of Zelda: ocarina of time, some Timesplitters, R.O.D the TV, umm SUPERGRASS DVD ahahaha that rocks and thatsa bout it i thinks. Great chilled out night, cheers Marty for bringing me into Belgrave and curing my overpowering boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the weekend ends, and schools up again, nothing much to say actually apart from Mr Hanson is making me do bass lessons with the biggest bass noob in history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao. Stay cres.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jimmy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#song of the day - aint it a shame - Nirvana# Yeah, lyrics are shown at sub-heading. This is a cool as punk/grunge/hillbilly song, written by Leadbellys, overruled by Nirvana. Nirvana is a band ive been listening to heaps these days. Oh yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-114050463065316303?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/114050463065316303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=114050463065316303' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/114050463065316303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/114050463065316303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2006/02/aint-it-shame-to-go-fishin-on-sunday.html' title='Aint it a shame to go fishin on a sunday, aint it a shame?'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-113972116922243187</id><published>2006-02-11T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T21:16:57.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La la la la la stupid im running out of title names</title><content type='html'>Hi im Jimmy and heres a shite about the eventful and rather interesting weekend i've just had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday- the before party&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not going to post about house swimming sports because nothing interesting happened that i can remember, so ill skip to afterwards. Me, Joel, Eric, DD and Shaun head off to Joels place to drop our school bags off (Shaun left to go to his place, but came back later on) then we headed back to the school to catch up with Marty after his House Music thingy. THEN we started walking to Forest Hill...a long walk, about 40 minutes. We got there and first of all, Shauno went to buy a N64 from cash converters, which is EXCITIIIINGGGGGGGG yes it is! Go Shauno.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the Arcade place on the top floor of Forest Hill Chase for an hour session. I gotta say, and hour session at that place is just fuckin awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, i went on Point Break with Martski but we lost that game majorly, then i went Deer Huntin' on a Deer Huntin' game, shot a few deer that werent deer, then went over to play that dance mat game with Shauno. Man, that game is intense. We started off on the easy mode, did alright at it, then decided to move up a step to 'standard mode'. We thought it would just be a little more intense, but NOOOOOO it had to be extremely fuckin impossible. By the end of it (we failed it of course) our feet were dying and we were starting to sweat. Intense. I love that dance mat game. So intense. Anyways, after that i cant really remember what games we went on, except we finished the hours session with a few games of pool. Good fun lads. Good fun.&lt;br /&gt;After that we got a lift back to Joels from Joel's mum, with a slab of beer stocked in the trunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday- the party&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we (we being: Me, Joel, DD, Shauno and Martski) get back at Joels neighbours place to start the night. We load up Halo 2 and play for about 2 seconds, until we get stuck into dinner and beer (i hate beer with a passion). Mmm pizza....i eat one slice. *WARNING* if you dont want to read about drunkness stop reading NOW*&lt;br /&gt;Then (for some reason) me and Shauno start up the shots of Jim Beam. First a couple of group shots, then me and Shauno just go overboard...i won't say how many shots we had cuz i dont remember...i mean, it is a party aint it? We were in party mood lol. And i think in about 10 minutes me and Shaun were absolutely trashed, stumbling around talking about random shit and laughing. I remember hiding from Joels mum, yes i do remember that. Right now i do remember a lot of funny shit i said, but my mind is a blank right now, cant remember much, apart from stuff DD told me, but i can hardly remember that now lol (hint for DD to post about party). Oh yes, and of course i remember singing (or yelling) along to 'Pickin' it up' and 'I like it like that'. I also remember trying to get everyone to play video games instead of helping me out in my odd state (sorry guys). I also remember naming Capcom games to Marty. And (last but not fucking least) i do remember lying on the grass outside most of the night. Aha yeaaaah. And thats it.&lt;br /&gt;*scene missing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saturday- the after party&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i was just on the couch most of the morning. Listening to everything the other guys witnessed of me and Shaun. Most of it sounded FUNNY AS HELL haha. *note* im not bragging about this, but i just thought u blog readers would find it interesting** I played Devil May Cry 3 for a bit and thats it. Evetful night. Mmm. Many thanks to Joel for the neighbours house and food n shit, and many special thanks to DD and Marty who sorta kept me alive that night. Cheers lads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jimmy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man i wish i didnt post about this shit, but it took me so long that i have to post it. fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#song of the day - song for the dumped - Ben Folds Five# Kewl song, nothin much to say bout it though. Its just kewl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-113972116922243187?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/113972116922243187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=113972116922243187' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113972116922243187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113972116922243187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2006/02/la-la-la-la-la-stupid-im-running-out.html' title='La la la la la stupid im running out of title names'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-113937982320081344</id><published>2006-02-07T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T22:23:43.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh!</title><content type='html'>HOMGz HOMGz LOWLz!!! new post. WHOPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. This is gonna be really short, but i have to leave davs place in like 10 mins or less, so here tis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has started and so far it hasnt been THAT bad...i mean, yeah, school is shit and all, crap classes and crap teachers, but ah well i havent really noticed. I have still been avoiding my house as much as possible, gnawing on dav's food and quenching my thirst from dav's strange lemonade. I asked Stu if i could go to his place and eat his food, and he's all "Oh yeah ok...i mean, no, NOOO im doing stuff' so fuck him the baastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i rolled my pant legs up and i plan to do it again. Everyone should. Lucy told me its a new fashion for pants. I told myself that i look luscious. Yeah. HAHA today a bug flew onto my arm and i coughed on it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Man im bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about not posting about anything interesting, i havent really been up to much lately. I just go to Dav's after school, go home and play guitar and listen to random music. Thats about it. School is school, its all the same, nothing to say about school, except today Leigh tackled me down in baseball. Ouchies........fuck, my new fucking chucks still look brand new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i g2g, i have no idea what i wrote i was in a massive hurry, but LEAVE COMMENTS. I dont care if its just an: "Oh, nice fucking post ya wanker" atleast i know that people read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jimmy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#song of the week - Black derby jacket - Rancid# Yeah rancid are great. In this song, there is good bass and a lot of redneck yelling. If you dont know what redneck yelling is, download this track and find out for yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-113937982320081344?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/113937982320081344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=113937982320081344' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113937982320081344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113937982320081344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2006/02/fresh.html' title='Fresh!'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-113886213295663225</id><published>2006-02-01T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T22:35:33.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shock Horror</title><content type='html'>Yeah you all probably know. But i have been banned from internet, video games, and my own tv from my parents. Why? Because they gave me a 45 minute lecture about how i dont talk to them enough...though, i talk to them normally, the way everyone talks to their parents. Its a madhouse at my house, so my only internet resource is at Davs and Stus house. therefore....extra coffee is on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im very sorry for the inconvinience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be able to post the odd post but i cant promise anything. My ban lasts until easter, but if i dont start having massive, massive, massive conversations with my parents every day till easter, internet will be gone for longer. But im not giving parents any respect, so WOO. Ill be on heaps of days from like 4-6...it'll be sucky, but hey ill get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jim&lt;br /&gt;p.s big day out rocked, i moshed so much that the soles of my shoes half-fell off, so i had to get new shoes. no time to say anything more, except:&lt;br /&gt;#song of the day - Paul Revere - Beastie Boys# If i had to put on a song of the day here that you'd be looking at for weeks, then this would be it. Classic song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-113886213295663225?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/113886213295663225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=113886213295663225' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113886213295663225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113886213295663225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2006/02/shock-horror.html' title='Shock Horror'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-113832380557434514</id><published>2006-01-26T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T17:03:26.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saddle up me horsie and holster up me guns</title><content type='html'>TOP OF THE MORNIN'/ AFTERNOON TO YE'!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah another post, shit. Well its only been a couple of days since my last post, but i really dont care im so tired and a tad bored sitting at home by myself. Jim says: "time to post, fuckers".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before yesterday (wednesday) was cres. Max came around to my place with his EXTREMELY out of tune new electric guitar. It took so long to tune. Fucking hell. Then we started jamming away, playing absolute bullshit and it kinda sucks because we dont have a drummer but its fun to be idiots anyway. Then after we had had enough of playing really gay punk songs, we recorded some really cheesy country songs with me on acoustic and Max on redneck vocals. They actually came out really good in my opinion, Johnny Cash eat your heart out. So yeah, we recorded a couple of country songs, then i swaped a acoustic for a bass and just made up chords on the bass while Max sung about how im a bass player and i practice a lot, then he starts singing about boobs for some reason. Really good fun. We call ourselves 'The Monosyllabcis', probably because of the first song we played which was a genious creation called 'The Fuck Song', where we just play and say fuck every so often. Fuck is one syllabol just incase you didnt get that. If you dont know what a monosyllabic is, im not bothered explaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he went home and i had a headache, end of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then caaaaaame (drum roll) TA-DA fi's surprise party at julias! Woohoo. I was one of the last to arrive due to the strong winds and rain and everything. And then to my surprise, ALAN WAS THERE! Holy fuck, i finally met the guy and he's a legend, though i already sorta knew him before he left...but oh well. I started drinking straight away, but unfortunantly after about  half an hour or so, i was all out. I was a lil' drunk for a bit, then 100% sobered up soon afterwards. I hate you scotch. Scotch is not my friend anymore. Until next time. Then there was the 'to-be-expected' mingling that goes on for ages, i did random trips down to the milkbar with everyone, and also talking about Beastie Boys with Matt took up a lot of the night lol. It got late, people had to leave, but some stayed the night at Julias including me.&lt;br /&gt;We didnt get a single ounce of sleep. Thats why right now i am tired as all hell. But we went with Alan to his home to say goodbye for his leaving, and also Shaun and a few others got  up to a few hooligan acts which were extremely amusing, i forget what they did, SHAUN you have to post about the party. GO SHAUNO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, this morning it was just us guys throwing socks at the fan, and listening to Mick and Ross prank calling people with funny surnames in the residential white pages. Haha Assfire....oh yeah and Ross called up Seth's house haha, all we could hear were kids screaming n shit. Good times...then we headed down to maccas (me, mick, ross, scott) grabbed some hardcore brekky and made our ways home by train. And here i am now. Im tired, and i blogged for my blog fans. Oh yeah. Anyway, i should have a few photos to put on my blog soonish if that crazy little Andy B ever uploads them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jim&lt;br /&gt;#song of the day - The Descendants - suburban home# This is like...ah god, like my favourite punk song. Such a golden song, GOLD I SAY, man im tired, with the questions and the answers and i really cant be bothered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-113832380557434514?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/113832380557434514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=113832380557434514' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113832380557434514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113832380557434514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2006/01/saddle-up-me-horsie-and-holster-up-me.html' title='Saddle up me horsie and holster up me guns'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-113809933968541176</id><published>2006-01-24T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T02:42:20.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thats me, on the beachside covered in sand, metal meter in my hand</title><content type='html'>Yeah this is another short post. If your wondering why i've been so lazy...i really dont know why, but i give you the ###&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OFFICIAL JIM PROMISE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;### that i will post a long post in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought everyone should know, i keep thinking about a dream i had a little while back. In my dream, i had recorded a solo album. It was called 'The Fly' and it had a picture of a fly on the front. And people didnt call me "Jim", or "DJ Jim", no. They called me 'The Fly'. This album had no songs on it. This dream has a message in there somewhere, yet i am utterly confused, HELP ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i got back from DD's place which consister of Excel Saga (top shit haha i love it), random music on the computer, Timesplitters 1 and 2 (in 2 we went back to the ol' school days and did the 'implode the flame victim on the bridge in aztec' thing. you have to be an ol' school timesplitters fan to understand), we also played some Soul Calibur 2 which consisted of yoshimitsu sounding like a british queer, and yeah more anime. Thanks to dd, i now own FF7 and i now have Perfect Blue which is meant to be some hardcore psychological anime shit. Aww yeah. Sorry bout the shortness, i absolutley promise to have a big post in soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#song of the day - NoFX - Bleeding heart disease# I love this, always have. Man, i love NoFX. I have nothing more to say. I STILL LOVE YOU MOST OF ALL KYLIE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-113809933968541176?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/113809933968541176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=113809933968541176' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113809933968541176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113809933968541176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2006/01/thats-me-on-beachside-covered-in-sand.html' title='Thats me, on the beachside covered in sand, metal meter in my hand'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-113783410222095682</id><published>2006-01-21T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T01:26:25.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AARGGHHH</title><content type='html'>So, im bored right? So what do i do? I go on msn. Then me and Shauno start talking about how bored we are. Ok, thats a sign. A sign thats telling me to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday was spent at Davs place. She took hold of my Gitaroo Man while i used her computer all day. Thats about it, except she did almost beat the game, except the last level which is impossible. I am still Gitaroo Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i spent the day with Tessa in the city, and we basically did nothing. She was gonna get a livestrong, but they were out, so i had lunch then we came back to eastland to see Cheaper by the dozen 2 with Shauno. It was crap apart from this retarded family you got to see for like a split second, they were like "OUEGFPOWHPIHG". Funny. And yeah, thats it, we came home and it was HOT ALL DAY ARGHGHJGJGKLB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was really short, but stuff u im not bothered posting massive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO SONG OF THE DAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-113783410222095682?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/113783410222095682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=113783410222095682' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113783410222095682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113783410222095682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2006/01/aargghhh.html' title='AARGGHHH'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-113765752966913464</id><published>2006-01-18T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T23:58:49.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh we're so pretty, oh so pretty, we're vacant</title><content type='html'>Guess what, im posting. Because im OH SO VERY BORED. Well i just got back from Dav's place which was a Seinfeld marathon. It was just the three of us, Me Dav and Tess like the old days, good times...we watched about 4 hours of seinfeld, i ate all the junk food, then we went home. Dav yelled a lot and Tess put skittles in my soup. A very, VERY eventful day. Very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago in the afternoon i arrived at Joels for a splendid all-nighter. The part-ey consisted of me, Joel, Shauno, Eric, and DD. WE didnt get a single ounce of sleep, and we played a SHITLOAD of eyetoy and, err, some intense Halo2. We decided to sprint around the oval near the school twice. Once at about midnight, and once at about 5:00am. Thats probably why ive been sick and tired lately, not to mention the strange sleeping and eating patterns ive been having. But yeah, that was a good night, we left at about 9 am to go home and shower, then went to Eastland at about lunchish. Roamed the stores, me and eric bought a Gad Guard anime boxset, except we have to return it becuz theres only one dvd (and theres only meant to be one)...fuck! And yeah, i left to go home and sleep and the others continued on to watch a movie...The Producers i think. I went home, watched Gad Guard, feel asleep during the end of episode two. Thats a great series...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than my eventful outings, ive been sitting at home reading crappy comics and listening to the Sex Pistols...oh, and bashing the strings away on my new guitar. I learnt Muse's 'hysteria' completely on bass, its such a good bass song. So fast....nothing much to say in this post......im sooo not looking foward to failing year 10, im too young to die.....anyway, LEAVE COMMENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LEEEAVE COMMENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jimsy&lt;br /&gt;#song of the day - Anarchy in the UK - Sex Pistols# &lt;em&gt;"I am an antischrist/i am an anarchist/dont know what i want but i know how to get it/ i wanna destroy the passerby/ 'Cause i wanna be anarchy/ now dont worry."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-113765752966913464?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/113765752966913464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=113765752966913464' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113765752966913464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113765752966913464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-were-so-pretty-oh-so-pretty-were.html' title='Oh we&apos;re so pretty, oh so pretty, we&apos;re vacant'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-113704753871178348</id><published>2006-01-11T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T22:32:18.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And i'd danced like the king of the eyesores</title><content type='html'>I managed to crawl out of bed and start a fresh post, just for YOU. Be thankful. I think its been over a week since my last post, and there is a reason for that. 1) i have had a few days of doing absolutely nothing other than sleeping in bed all day and 2) i decided to wait until i have expierienced Sarah's costume party and the grand sleepover last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My memory is a blank right about now, due to the fact that i have been asleep quite a lot lately. A few days ago (cant remember which one) i went to Dav's abode for an ENTIRE day of Gitaroo Man on PS2. That game is extremely dangerously addictive. Dav had a lot of practice at the game while i took advantage of her internet, but i am STILL the Gitaroo Man King. Its really cool because its Japanese and all the songs are done by Japanese bands and they are REEEALLY good. Then after a while, Dav just stands up and says "Ok, lets go and buy some discmans." So in about 20 minutes time, we found ourselves in Myer purchasing two discmans. A really strange and random thing to do, but hey, i scored a discman. I'll pay you back soon Dav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past this day, i have no idea what has happened. I apologize. If i've left anything out, do comment and let me know, and i will put it back into this post as if i never forgot anything. But two nights ago was Sarah and Meg's birthday party (i dont know Meg) which was good! Especially because of the fact that i didnt know a single person there apart from Sarah, Elisha and Lucy. There was heaps of strangers there, dont know how many...&lt;br /&gt;The party started at about 5, i arrived with my Scream mask, but i hardly wore it all night. After a while, we started playing some ol' school games, like Egg and Spoon race, and pass the parcel. Egg and Spoon race was good fun, i was winning until i was an idiot and started running. Anyway, the start of the party was a bit awkward because i was scared of all these fresh people, though Jake (Sarah's bf) talked to me heaps. But later on, everyone was sitting with me and making conversation and it was great. So yeah, thanks for a great part-ey Sarah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day, i wake up and get ready for a splendid night at Marty's place. I apologize to DD who i made plans with to come over to his place that day, but i completely forgot it was on a Wednesday...but anyway, i caught up with Shaun on the train towards Belgrave, noticing Eric was at the other end of the train. So we had to move up carridges at every station, then we saw Eric in the opposite carridge. We waved to him and stuff for ages, but it seemed like he didnt notice us (though he did) then all of the sudden, a few gangsta lookin fellows saw Shaun waving, and gave him the finger. Then at the next station, the gangsta lookin fellows moved into our carridge...we were like "holy shit", but eventually we went to Erics carridge and made a safe trip to Belgrave where we met up with 'the host', Marty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at his place after a long walk (as usual) and started the arvo/night. Our complete selevtion of games for the night consisted of: Eyetoy 3 (best party game ever). This game is quite violent...i spun around so fast on the discus game that i crashed into the tv, and Marty kicked Shaun in the face at one stage. But there were some friendly games, like bowling and random photo shoots...good fun. The others consisted of some hardcore multiplayer on Timesplitters FP, Gitaroo Man, Bomberman Hardball (a very intense game of golf, 9 holes....veeery intense) and watching watching Marty own a few bandits on 'Gun', and probably a few others that i cant remember. I fell asleep during Playboy Mansion because i got bored of the 'throwing a party' thing haha oh well. We ate hawaiian pizza which was taaasty, and we feasted on some lolly snakes later on. I think we devoured Martys soft drink, but atleast we were fed well...unlike the night at my place haha. I was the first to fall asleep last night (or, err, early this morning) and i missed out on some Project Zero 2, but ah well...then i woke at 5 am, freezing and aching of back pains. I didnt even want to fall asleep at all, but i did. So i waited for HOURS and HOURS for everyone else to wake up, but i managed to survive boredom with my discman, hurrah. Then we all got activated, had breakfast, played more Timesplitters then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here i am now, sitting at the computer, listening to Dads really crappy glam-rock in the background and squinting because i have a minor headache, and im tired. OOPS i almost forgot, i got a new acoustic guitar (just thought you should know), anyway, this post was a bit overdue heh but i guess ive been enjoying my holidays too much. So, i guess its time for a...NEW flavours of the week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flavours of the week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Guitar&lt;/em&gt;. Been playing more guitar than bass lately. Learnt heapsa chords, i can sorta play 'New slang' by the Shins, and im learning a ton of other songs. Cool fun.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;My new discman&lt;/em&gt;. God, i feel so hip with a discman. Its good to stand out of the Mp3 crowd.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Myspace&lt;/em&gt;. Everyone knows it. I just love it, cuz you meet strangers, make friends with them, its just the best way to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Eyetoy 3&lt;/em&gt;. This was just such a hit at Martys that it HAS to be a flavour of the week. Cheers Shauno for taking it off your sister to bring to Martys.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Being forgetful and sleepy&lt;/em&gt;. I mean, its not good to be forgetting everything, but hey, atleast im completely relaxed these hollies. 'Tis good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all i got, im so tired right now.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#song of the week - The Shins - new slang# Great, great, great song...off Garden State. One of those songs you just sit there and appreciate. Enjoy it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-113704753871178348?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/113704753871178348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=113704753871178348' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113704753871178348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113704753871178348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2006/01/and-id-danced-like-king-of-eyesores.html' title='And i&apos;d danced like the king of the eyesores'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-113644679240304910</id><published>2006-01-04T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T23:39:52.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't hear the song until you dance, we run with scissors in my hands</title><content type='html'>Gah what a noisy house. Parents keep talking really loudly, it gets hard to start off a fresh post...give me a sec, i'll stick on some headphones and listen to the ol' Ben Lee (note the lyrics in my title)...ahh thats mucho better. The album 'Hey you. Yes you.' is a great one...you gotta have some Ben Lee in your collection, no matter what your music taste is. This one starts off with bongos, goes into a sorta riffy tune, awesome lyrics aswell. While im on the subject of Ben Lee, i think 'Running with scissors', 'Something borrowed something blue', 'Dirty Mind' and 'Shine' are the best songs. I love noting down my fave tracks on internet, haha makes me feel like im fully appreciating the artist, its good.&lt;br /&gt;My next cd's on 'the list to buy' (a very important, VERY essential scrap piece of paper behind my stereo) are these: 'The essential Louie Armstrong', 'Coldplay: X&amp;Y', and 'The Original Seeds vol 1 and 2'. Original Seeds is two discs for 15 bucks including all old and modern songs that inspired Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. It'd be pretty interesting to hear, to hear the original 'City of Refuge' (an all-time favourite of mine) and to hear some of the influential Johnny Cash, aha yeeeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well lets get straight to the recent events. True, its only been a few days since the last post, but the last post sucked so heres a better one. Yesterday was a small gathering consisting of myself, Shaun, Andy B and Steph. We just went out for a quick lunch outting to Eastland (*sigh* again...), but it was good because i wanted to get out of the house, same with Andy. I sorta organised it with her i think...so we all rock up at Blacky station, head off to Eastland and we all grab different meals, enjoy them, then i think we just went to different shops. Good ol' Shauno is always great fun at outtings, ruining all the shops and such. Then after that we had to get back to Blackburn, so we headed back there by train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived, Steph had to go off to work, meanwhile me, Shauno and Andy were at the square, when eventually, Shauno decided for us all to go visit Steph working. Ohh it was good, almost got her fired he did. We bought these fizzy drinks and Shaun and Andy were throwing them around n shit, and then they're like "Ok, lets drink them now" and then they give ME the one that was shook up the most...got it all over my jeans, thanks guys haha. Then we went over to the school for a bit of 'memory time'. We sat at the groups usual chillout/gathering/hoodlum place. I think we were there for like three hours or something, just talking, it was pretty good telling stories and hearing stories about Alan and about stuff that happened when i wasnt existing.&lt;br /&gt;Then it got a bit late, Shaun had to leave, i walked to the station with Andy and we talked about heaps of stuff, i think its called a 'd&amp;m' yeah thats the one, well it was good, and then i had to leave to go home. I cant remember what i did when i got home, i think i was watching Astro Boy again...that'd be bloody right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think on Monday i started organising with Marty another 'guys day out' seeing as though me, Marty and Shaun were and are the only ones here, to my knowledge. Everyones out sort of holidaying. So yeah, the trip was organised for the three of us to go to Knox for the day, and i think Shaun got all the details late this moro haha.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Shauno met up with Marty at Upper Ferntree Gully, then we made our way to Knox on the bus. A safe trip i must admit. We arrived, i think the first thing we did was grab some good ol' fashioned greasy goodness. I grabbed a Big Mac Meal (i've had this meal like every day for the past four days, im a bit sick of it now), Marty grabbed some salad thing and Shaun grabbed some crappy Hungry Jacks meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a hard earned lunch, we went to all the great shops. We went to the splendid video game places, checked out the old school games, i was drooling the whole time at all the N64 games n stuff, and then i saw an old Sega console for 50 bucks...i want it, i used to have a Sega, with like the original Sega games and everything, but i have no idea what happened to the thing...oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to JB hi-fi which was good, but pure torture because i have made rules for myself. I cant buy anything for a long time, due to me almost blowing all my money in one day, STOOPID. So yeah, i couldnt buy anything or else i would have been pov for the rest of holidays. I need a job....Marty bought the lost in translation soundtrack, i havent seen that movie yet, its on my list...and Shaun bought OC mix vol4, thats a good one cuz its got The Eels on it, ohh yeah. Then we went to the pet store, looked at the zombie kittens, made fun of the epileptic puppies, then made our move home. We cought the bus to the station, and there were these fuckers talking to Shaun, god i hate jocks. We eventually made it home safely. A great day it was, ohh yeah and Marty showed me this cool book, '1001 movies you must see before you die' i was like drooling over the A Clockwork Orange page haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats it, all in all a great couple of days, but OH GOD me and Marty have been planning (sort of) a night consisting of Singstar 80's, that Dancemat game, Eyetoy and Gitaroo Man haha yes! That will be bloody great if it ever happens. Oh well, in the distant future im going to Elishas party, Sarah's costume party (im going as the Scream haha) and Erichs party which i am definantly not going to...pfft haha no no no way. Anyway, my last post was recent so i wont do a 'Flavours of the week' but i will say one flavour of the past few days is '&lt;em&gt;Chilling&lt;/em&gt;'. I always chill, but this type of chilling (note- chilling casually type 'o4') consists of me lying on my bed listening to either Ben Lee, The Sleepy Jackson or The Cure...and sometimes, i even fall asleep becuz i am so calm and relaxed. This is great, been doing it a lot lately, i know ive fallen asleep from avo till the morning the next day listening to Ben Lee, Sleepy Jackson, and last night i fell calmy asleep listening to Nick Cave. Its the best feeling ever....try it....unless your a Slayer fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, adios amigos, i hope you all had a good, err, couple of days, and remember, live life to the fullest, i mean, why wouldnt you?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#song of the day - Ben Lee - Shine# Im listening to this RIGHT NOW. And i decided to make a note of it. There ya go. Its a calm song, if ur into calm songs, just get this. Im not bothered convincing you to get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-113644679240304910?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/113644679240304910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=113644679240304910' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113644679240304910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113644679240304910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2006/01/cant-hear-song-until-you-dance-we-run.html' title='Can&apos;t hear the song until you dance, we run with scissors in my hands'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-113625495402350902</id><published>2006-01-02T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T18:22:34.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake it to the right, shake it to the left</title><content type='html'>God i love Parappa the Rappa. Its sucha good game. The above lyrics are from the Parappa song, "Chop Chop Master Onion's Rap". Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i am quite well, no plans at all which is rather bland but im not bothered getting out of the house. Last weekend was THE NEW YEARS woohoo, where i spent the night at Julias party. I wasnt able to supply alchohol becuz my parents know exactly how much they have lying around the house, so i was like "shit". I had to watch everyone else get wasted...though it was bloody funny stuff...i think me and Dav and Andy H were the only sobers. It was so shit....next new years i promise to get twice as drunk as i should to make up for it i promise. The night was continuously ruined by the guys having to hide from Julias dad about 3 times, and when the Jocks came round to trash the house. When we had to hide, i was always with Andy H and Michael, and everytime we sprinted down the road and hid in the retirement place, sitting and talking about how pissed everyone is. I have to say, that was one of the worst new years i have had.....but thats only becuz the drunk people only talked to the drunk people...ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we all went down to Maccas leaving Julia behind with a fairly messy house, and the sight of maccas made me ill...i was already ill becuz the only thing i had eaten all night was scrambled eggs...very sick indeed. Then some left, and some went to the station. I waited with Dav for a while, was very tired, then went home and went to sleep from like 2 pm till 6 pm, then from 8 pm till late the next morning. I slept through my entire Sleepy Jackson album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday i went with Ross, Julia, Hannah and Elisha to see Legend of Zorro. Shaun was meant to come but he wasnt up for it, which kinda made my day shit, especially when Zorro is one of the worst movies i've seen ever. I basically just went with them all, saw the movie and came home...waste of 11 bucks i think. But the holidays will get a lot better im guessing, so im looking foward to further plans... hopefully me and Marty will have a jam session, and theres a couple of splendid part-eys coming, WOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was an extremely boring post, i apologize, but the last few days have sucked...but hey i just finished watching Vampire Hunter D which was awesome-cool, and now im listening to Parappa the Rappa music which is so awesome... i suggest you all download the songs 'Romantic Love' and 'Chop Chop Master Onion', you'll see what i mean. Its so cheesy that you have to love it.&lt;br /&gt;OH i almost forgot, i bought Supergrass is 10 (recommended by Marty) which i got for $15. The obvious favourites on this are 'Alright', 'Moving', 'Mansize Rooster', 'Mary', 'Going out' and 'Grace'. A top buy. I might as well put in my flavours of the week, though it hasnt been a week..oh well. here 'tis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flavours of the week:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Parappa the Rappa&lt;/em&gt;. I only put this in, just incase you skipped my post above and went straight to this. This game is 'the shit'.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Supergrass.&lt;/em&gt; It took me a while to properly get into this band, but i just needed to buy Supergrass is 10 to get the whole 'Supergrass Expierience'. I have it now, and i have to thank Marty for gettin me into em. Bravo.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Em chord, G chord&lt;/em&gt;. Learn this, and you've achieved playing About a Girl by Nirvana.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Change of habits&lt;/em&gt;. Lately, for no reason at all, ive begun sleeping the opposite way on my bed (head where my feet should be). I have been getting to sleep a lot easier. I"ll note this down in my Phsyciatric Behaviour book (if i had one).&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Spiderman&lt;/em&gt;. I bought a mint condish 1989 spidey comic the other day, my first spidey comic, its top shit. 8 bucks though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it, stay tuned y'all,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jimski&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#song of the day - Supergrass - Going out# A top song for people in good moods. It really lifts ya spirit. Below is a pic of my fave indie band, The Sleepy Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7260/1225/320/sleepy%20jackson%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-113625495402350902?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/113625495402350902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=113625495402350902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113625495402350902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113625495402350902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2006/01/shake-it-to-right-shake-it-to-left.html' title='Shake it to the right, shake it to the left'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-113593329982600921</id><published>2005-12-29T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T01:01:39.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flyin' to your heart (gitaroo man style)</title><content type='html'>WOAH! I have been banned from internet for like a week... my 'banning' started when my parents set a 'internet time limit' for every day, and, well, thats pretty lame becuz im a 'casual internet-er' but i went overboard on the limit and my mum's like "well, no more internet tonight" and i'm like "yeah fair enough". Then the next morning i wake up at about 10 am, and leave my room..and notice that my mum has taken the little internet box...i was like "what the hell is going on here"...then the parents get home later and im really angry with them, as i would be, and i ask why they did it. They go "well you had your second chance" and i say "no i didnt" and about 5 minutes from here my dad gets absolutely fucking furious and yells his head off...he was so furious that he almost hit me or sumthin, but he managed to control himself...my parents have a habit of being extremely angry over minor matters...i learn to live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that was on friday/saturday, which then leads me to CHRISTMAS! I spent this at my grandma's where we played uno cards all night, then the next morning we unwrapped our prezzies. From my parents i got $30, chocolate and a fantastic four bouncy ball..which absolutely sucks, but its acceptable becuz they got me my bass for bday AND xmas. I got $50 and a t-shirt from grandparents, and more money from other rellies, and a RATM live dvd which is alright.&lt;br /&gt;The next day was just a relaxing day, i just watched tv and looked at my stash of money drooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that arvo i call up Marty and tell him to come to Eastland for a day of shopping (i have a really bad money problem...when i have money, i have to spend it straight away, and nothing can get me out of this addiction...). And yeah, Marty's like "HELL YEAH IM IN" as usual, then i call up Eric and he answers the phone, panting...like he just finished running for hours, it was strange, then i call up Shauno and he's like "yeah i'll come" cuz hes so casual. And that night was horrible, i couldnt get any sleep and my chickens woke me up at 4 am, screeching and making horrible noises...ARGH THE PAIN they do that a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday came, and i met up with the lads lunchtime, and we went to JB Hi-fi to go on a spree, and i gotta tell you, me and Marty should be ashamed...we both bought four albums, and i also bought a dvd. My buys consisted of:&lt;br /&gt;-The Cure- kiss me kiss me kiss me (yesterday i exchanged this for Weezer's 'maladroit' album&lt;br /&gt;-Nirvana- best of the box (a mix of tape recordings of Nirvana, very rare, very CRES)&lt;br /&gt;-Ben Lee- hey you, yes you (old ben lee album, a great album to listen to in any mood, but very 'chillfull')&lt;br /&gt;-Velvet Underground and Nico- self titled (this is a band from like the 70's and 80's, and i think some of the 60's, and they were inspirations to alternative music these days..well, one of the inspirations...this album was prodced by Andy Warhol, hes the greatest ideas-man ever, and its like early indie music...probably one of the best albums i own. Check out 'sunday morning' its great)&lt;br /&gt;-Astro Boy disc 1- 5 episodes from the first season of Astro Boy from the 80's. It is the best, i love Astro Boy very much. Me and Eric went halvsies in it, but he hates Astro Boy, so yeah i dont get it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, we spent the rest of the day searching shops and eating lunch, and thats about it, a really kewl day actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Wednesday, which was Dav's picnic day. The night before i got an invite from Tess, short notice but i guess thats how the system works these days. I got Dav 10 bucks, and like EVERYONE was there, it was so good catching up with everyone. We headed down to the Ringwood Park and ate our Tiny Teddies, and the rest of the day consisted of going up the tower of terror, laughing at Lloyd's obvious comments, playing frisbie and footy, meeting up with people i havent seen in ages, like Sarah and Matt, good times, yes...&lt;br /&gt;Then afterwards some of us left and went back to Dav's place for a SPLENDID movie night! We started it off with Me and Marty jamming it out on the crappy keyboard and out of tune guitar...we jammed out to 1 angry dwarf and 200 solemn faces which was pretty kewl, and we played 'Alright' but its the worst song to play out of tune. Then we couldnt play any of the same song together, so Eric sang to a few of Marty's tunes, which was so cool....i think we've decided to start a musical recipe together, im not sure...stay tuned for that one.&lt;br /&gt;Then a few people left, and the remainders that were sleeping over consisted of me, Dav, Tess, Marty, Eric, Laura and Elisha. We watched Garden State which is the best movie i've seen for a long time, and its inspired me to buy a discman and good headphones thanks to Natalie Portman. Shes the greatest, i love The Shins now. We also watched a bunch of other movies that i didnt pay attention to....&lt;br /&gt;That night was really good fun, just the few of us partying it out, with Laura staring at me and saying random quotes that are rather amusing, Dav being extremely happy about her bday (she was eccentric all night), Tess confusing me with her staring and miscellanious behaviour, Eric being a typical red, and Elisha just being asleep the whole bloody time. At about 5 in the morning i grabbed myself a turkey sandwhich which made me feel ill, then at like 6 am i got everyone to come for a walk with me, then in the morning we watched Narnia (the early tv series) until i decided to leave for home. I was convinced by Tess to stay for Scrubs, BUT IT DIDNT SHOW dammit, oh well i just went home to watch Astro Boy.&lt;br /&gt;That day i spent being extremely bored.....nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came today, where Omar came over for the day. His hair is massive these days, its pretty kewl and 'omarlicious'. We played PS2 and listened to his music which was alright, and then when i started to get extremely tired i made him watch Astro Boy and he hated it, then we drank chocolate milk which is rather addictive... that leaves me to NOW where i am no longer banned from internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 'flavours of the week' have consisted of this:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Velvet Underground and Nico&lt;/em&gt;. After hearing some of The Cure's shameful 'kiss me' album, this music is absolutely brilliant. I think everyone should check out this group. 'Sunday Morning' and 'Im waiting for the man' are the first two tracks, check them out if you have the time.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Astro Boy.&lt;/em&gt; I've always loved this show, the new series, but it doesnt beat the 80's series.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Garden State&lt;/em&gt;. The best movie i've seen for ages, and the best soundtrack i've heard for ages.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Gitaroo Man&lt;/em&gt;. This is a game where you have to battle enemies with guitar solos. Its the best thing ever, and i downloaded every song. I am in love with this girl Kirah from it. She is a girl who wears a poncho, and is the coolest, just mentioning the name Kirah makes me feel happy...if your wondering, im not one of those nerds who obsess over anime girls..no way.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Guitar&lt;/em&gt;. Yeah, the actual guitar. I have started properly learning chords and songs. I know a box set of chords, but hardly any songs. Download 'About a girl' by Nirvana. I can play the opening guitar bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it, CHRIST what a fucking massive post, but i guess now you're all updated about my life. New years is coming up, HAPPY NEW YEARS, and i'll be posting about that someday...see you all in 2006 (most of you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jimsy&lt;br /&gt;#song of the day - The Shins - caring is creepy# I love this song so much, though i only heard it about half an hour ago..which is strange, song of the day should really be a song from one of my four albums i just bought. I would have put in 'sunday morning' but i decided to think outside the square, if you get what im ranting about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-113593329982600921?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/113593329982600921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=113593329982600921' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113593329982600921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113593329982600921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/12/flyin-to-your-heart-gitaroo-man-style.html' title='Flyin&apos; to your heart (gitaroo man style)'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-113521142523846749</id><published>2005-12-21T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T16:30:25.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The parade is here</title><content type='html'>Aloha fellow blog readers, how are you today? I am quite well. Its been a great few days, very great indeed, and i dont think ive posted since camp so here 'tis.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was andy's party, which was great, heaps of people turned up, even captain turned up, so yeah all in all a great night. No special events or dramas happened that night, but oh well...&lt;br /&gt;The day after...what happened the day after? I dont know...i had to check the calender just then to see what day it is today...err well sunday must've been nothing, i really cant remember, but i know that on monday a group of us went to see harry potter. Me and Tess turned up early, we walked around all of forest hill until we came across Andy B, there was much rejoicing. We sat and talked for like an hour and we all got bored and Tess kept trying to cinfuse me the whole afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;A bit later we met up with Rikki and Leigh, they were there for some stupid reason (i forget what it was) but yeah, there was more rejoicing. Soon after, Andy H and Mick turned up, then we went in to see the movie. It was great, especially when Mick's brother and his friends sat behind us and made pants jokes...through the whole movie. Good times...then after that i had to be dropped off at the station and i waited like half an hour in hunger and boredom for the train to arrive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day was Tuesday, where a MASSIVE group of us went to maccas, i arrived early with Laura and she kept talking about owls, and then finally everyone showed up and we ate our maccas... myself, Shauno and Michael got an urge to go in the playground, and we did, and i challenged Michael to 'a game of wits' where we battled out on the kid's noughts and crosses thing. I won, of course...then Shauno arrived up the ladder out of nowhere and we were like "this is stupid" then i think some guy was looking for us cuz one of the little kids was knocked over...it wasnt us, but we hurried the fuck outta there...&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, we went to get our reports and we checked what classes we're in. Im with like NO-ONE apart from andy, sam and fi in one class, and mick in the other class...still good, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;I did shit on my report, a lot of D's and C's, but parents didnt seem to care...which is out of the ordinary, but oh well im lucky.&lt;br /&gt;After we all grabbed our reports, we went down to the park for no reason, and just sat around and watched some of the lads throw themselves off the swingset....then when dd arrived, it was time for us (being me, dd, marty and eric) to go to my house for a sleepover. I called this night 'A bomberman and A Clockwork Orange' night for obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at my place very soon afterwards, and started the arvo by assembling the fan for the hot night to come (which, i guess, saved us from death by heat) and then we started on the games. We played a bit of bomberman 64, which was great, i owned the guys at that because i am bomberman king, then we started on a few others. We played some Ratchet and Clank, great multiplayer game, we played some Dead or Alive 2 which was awesome fun, we played HEAPS of bomberman hardball which is like the GOD of party games, and we also hired Silent Hill 4, which is a scary fuckin game but Eric and Marty already knew what was coming, but hey, its still good. We also watched 'A clockwork orange' which is one of my most favourite movies of all time. Me and Marty had already seen it before, but eric andd dd hadnt. Eric was shit-scared of this movie (SHAME ON YOU ERIC) but dd, being a sadistic twit, enjoyed every second of it. We ate pizza and shapes, but we were extremely low in food stock, but we all lived through it...i think we ended the night on Metal Gear Solid 2...i just sped throught he game, and then we all went to bed. The next morning i woke up at 9, watched simpsons for ages, played acoustic guitar for a bit, and then at like 10:30 everyone was awoken. Everyone soon left... great night, twas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That leaves me to now, where i am just chillin' on the ol' computer, with Angry Beavers playing on the tv in the background. I just had my brunch (cup noodles) which was delish, and i feel more lazy then yestrday...oh well, xmas is coming up soon, which i will be spending at my Grandma's place up in Warragul. It should be great, because she spoils the hell outta me with gifts...enjoy your holidays people, stay cool,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jim&lt;br /&gt;#song of the day - a clockwork orange theme# i chose this song for obvious reasons. It rocks. And its off a clockwork orange. Need i say more? No.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-113521142523846749?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/113521142523846749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=113521142523846749' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113521142523846749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113521142523846749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/12/parade-is-here.html' title='The parade is here'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-113472410134081231</id><published>2005-12-16T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T01:09:34.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'd better run...to the city of refuge</title><content type='html'>{We discuss the murder plan, we discuss murder and the murder act, murder takes the wheel of your Cadillac and death climbs in the back, oh deanna}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics from Nick Cave and the bad seed's &lt;em&gt;'Deanna'.&lt;/em&gt; Its basically a song about Nick Cave and some girl named Deanna having sex and commiting crimes...you wouldnt know it unless you listened to the song a million times like i have...well, enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you this afternoon/morning? I am quite fine. Today is Friday and i was expected to go to the Vic Market excursion for the step-up programme, except i completely forgot to hand in my form two days ago so i didnt get to go...so i went home, and started the boredom. I played a bit of PS2 early in the mornin' which is always jolly good fun, and then i went off to watch a bit of telly...not exciting at all, but i did watch heaps of daria and spongebob and i watched good will hunting which is a great movie... tomorow is Andys christmas party (merry xmas all!) which should be bloody great, i've been looking foward to it for AAAAGES and its so close... it should be a great start to the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD i've been so bored, just listening to more and more nick cave, and this guy from mums work burnt me a nick cave album, except i already have it, and he also burnt me this album from Henry Rollins Band which is meant to be completely similar to Nick Caves music, except it isnt, it sounds more like The Vines. Dissapointed.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go to the step-up program this week, and fuck it was the most boring piece of shit ever. Days one and two were the tests for work expierience. I completed it all, except it was so mind-numbingly repeatitive that i felt like saying 'fuck it, im going to art college' but i didnt. At the end of the first two periods of day two, a group of us left to go to the park, which was great fun...seriously, it was!&lt;br /&gt;Day three was Sports Day..woohoo....i stayed for about three periods where we played thunderhock and badminton, but near the end of period three i left and went to eastland to kill a few hours....i only stayed for an hour, then went home and went on the computer, being paranoid the whole time that dad would come home early.....&lt;br /&gt;Day four was Maths day, and i actually didnt think we'd do work, but we did...well, we measured our height and left foot (i am 184 cms tall, WOOHOO) but we also did budget type stuff on the computers and all this other shit which SUCKED and i had to stay for all of it cuz they kept marking the rolls......therefore, no wagging...&lt;br /&gt;And yeah this is day five where i turned up at school, met up with laura fi dd dav and sam and left after realising im an idiot for not having my permission slip handed in (yeah, i know i've already mentioned this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my spare time, i have been practicing a lot of the acoustic and electric guitar, and the ukelele. I've been playing these instruments for about a year now, just i never practiced them as much as i should...but PHEW i do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay coool,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jimsy-flimsy (the flim)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s 'flim' is a word i made up, it means nothing, and it is completely pointless. Sentances you could use it in are: "&lt;em&gt;Flim is a pointless word&lt;/em&gt;" or "&lt;em&gt;What the hell is Flim?"&lt;/em&gt; Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#song of the day - the sleepy jackson - old dirt farmer# this was meant to be song of the day ages ago. I listened to this song about 20 times at camp. I hummed this tune about 80 times at camp, i dont think anyone noticed. This song is great because it has great use of guitars, AND it has a choir at the end, and i loove choirs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-113472410134081231?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/113472410134081231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=113472410134081231' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113472410134081231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113472410134081231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/12/youd-better-runto-city-of-refuge.html' title='You&apos;d better run...to the city of refuge'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-113420717292113335</id><published>2005-12-10T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T01:43:25.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey man, now you're really living</title><content type='html'>{.."I think its dark and it looks like rain" you said. "And the wind is blowing like its the end of the world" you said. "And its so cold its like the cold is you were dead", and then you smiled for a second....}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first verse you hear on The Cure's album, &lt;em&gt;Disintegration.&lt;/em&gt; I just finished listening to it, and WAHOO i've finally found something that actually beats &lt;em&gt;Paul's Boutique &lt;/em&gt;recorded by the Beastie Boys in '89. This album is one of the finest around, even Kyle from south park says "Disintegration is the best album ever" and i was like "yeah". The moment is now ruined because of my parents...they are playing wolfmother on the big stereo, repeating 'minds eye' over and over...it sickens me... while were on the topic, i bought another album today from The Eels (mellow indie band) and its 2-discs and its called "blinking lights and other revalations". Its pretty good, lots of songs, not as good as i thought it would be, but some really original tracks. Other than buying that cd, ive done nothing all day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL WELL WELL i just got back from Queensland camp with my fellow year 9's, and what can i say...BEST CAMP EVER, yeah i think it was, it was absolutely marvellous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;DAY ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We leave for queensland, arrive around lunchtime, and we have an entire day to ourselves at the awesomo resort...went round to the shopping mall place, pimped around our appartment and played gamecube next door with mick andy and dd n stuff. Thats about it i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;DAY TWO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The day we leave for Movieworld...we wake up fucking early and arrive there, start off with this 'group educational activity' thing, which was alright, marty and eric got up and did stuff, BRAVO BOYS. Then after that we went on all the rides n shit, me n reeko (eric) went on the lethal weapon a few times and it was fucking awesome, i want to live on that ride hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;DAY THREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think this is where we went to Wet n Wild......i forget the order of the theme parks, but for me this trip really sucked becuz there was about 15 different schools there and it was so packed, i hardly got to go on anything....grr.....other than that...nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;DAY FOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Seaworld day. This theme park was surprisingly...grand! The dolphin show was great, and the rides were excellent...best ride ever at this park, the corkscrew, my god that rocked, and i think i was sitting behind andy and rob when they kept yelling out "RICHEOUS!" and im like "urrghaejofgejhagoveahgpieah" ahh good times....i think at the end of this day, there was a party at the girls house which started off lame but got better at the end because andy read out me and tess's old 'ron and jimmy' adventure stories ehhehehe... i take my hat off to you tessa for starting off that marvelous series, i'll probably write another one someday...someday.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;DAY FIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WOOHOO DREAMWORLD DAY!!!!!!! This theme park was the best i reckon, its just so fun for everyone cuz theres a balanced amount of rides and shops...marty was so hip, he bought a spongebob t-shirt (which i wanted, but couldnt afford...) and he got a spongebob hat, and im like "TOURIST BE GONE" ohh memories, and the rides were awesome, i went on the claw which ROCKED and i went on this spinny thing with tessa and the guy controlling it was talking about the song 'yellow submarine' and we're like WOOHOO, and i also went on this ride with andy called the stingray and she got me so excited to go on it since the start of the week (its a kiddy ride) and ohh it was so cheesy, it made me feel like a child again.....good times, good times, i think everyone had a great day that day.... im sure there are some other major highlights from this day, cant remember them right now.....well, after that we went home by plane and i got home at 1 the next morning.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats it, if anyone has some highlights that i forgot to mention, comment about it, PLEASE!!! So yes, it was a great camp, lotsa memories, soon i should have some photos from it which should be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jimski&lt;br /&gt;#song of the WEEK (yes, WEEK!)- Maxwell Murder- Rancid# When me and marty were listening to his iPod on the bus to the airport, we were listening to this song at one stage, and the jocks at the back of the bus started a chant, and everyone was clapping, and at one stage through the chorus of this song, the clapping of everyone on the bus was in time with the song! We were like JOYGASM and it was great......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-113420717292113335?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/113420717292113335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=113420717292113335' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113420717292113335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113420717292113335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/12/hey-man-now-youre-really-living.html' title='Hey man, now you&apos;re really living'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-113368041634962853</id><published>2005-12-03T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T23:13:36.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He said, "Little Miss Mouse, will you marry me, way down yonder in the hollow tree, with an owl and a bat and a bumblebee?"</title><content type='html'>Surprisingly, the title lyrics are from Nick Cave....one of his 'happy moments', which is quite rare... anyway, this will be my last post before i get back from Queensland...we leave tomorow morning and im all packed, and i have scored a discman off marty so this will be great...aww yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL 2 days ago we finished school, which felt AWESOME even though it didnt feel like the end of school but yeah...then YESTERDAY it was my birthday which was sweet, i woke up having my parents sing happy birthday, carrying into my room a new BRIGHT RED bass guitar, aww yeah!!! then i ate poached eggs for brekky, then it was off to the city with the lads, which consisted of myself, marty, eric, shauno and joel. We just went to heaps of shops all day, and ate lunch at the food complex thingy place, it was kewl...we went to minotaur which is always a blast, i bought myself a green lantern comic for like $3.80 which is fucking good as, then another shop we went to was ummmmmmmm oh yeah we went to EB games, but thats always a bore for me, but the best shop in the world is DRAGONFLY DISCS! Omg, all cds from 5- 15 bucks, and they have the BEST cds in the world, god i want to live there, i bought The Cure's 'disintegration' album which is brilliant, but i would have bought more if we had more time...then we had to go back to belgrave and meet up with dd, then we went back to the martyman's humble abode, and we stayed up till 4 or 5 in the morning (i was the first asleep) playing video games....we played a bit of marty's new bomberman game, me and dd both fell in love with it, then we played a bit of timesplitters (the new one) which was keewl, umm we played super smash bros for a little, and we played the most awesomest game ever which is project zero 2...oh god thats one creepy game, not exactly MAJORLY high on the scare meter, but it gave us frights in some parts... like when a ghost came crawling out of a box from the other end of a misty dark room, and the ghost crawled up to the main character and started killing her, and OH GOD that was awesome... so, yes i thank the marty for holding such an awesome sleepover, twas fun but im so fucking tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what did i get for my bday....shit, heres the list: new bass, big day out ticket, comic + the cure cd, jb-hifi voucher, dvd (a series of unfortunate events, i dont like the movie that much...), book of boring history shit, 10 bucks from the dd, indie mix cd from marty, kylie minogues 'fever' from eric (its not the best of kylie, but it'll do...), aaaand thats it....pretty ordinary, im just hyped about my new bass becuz it is bright red and its awesome and i had to play infront of all my relatives today...urrghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about all i can write, so yes leave me comments,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#song of the day- kylie minogue- slow#&lt;br /&gt;god i love kylie, need i say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7260/1225/320/kylie%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-113368041634962853?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/113368041634962853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=113368041634962853' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113368041634962853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113368041634962853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/12/he-said-little-miss-mouse-will-you.html' title='He said, &quot;Little Miss Mouse, will you marry me, way down yonder in the hollow tree, with an owl and a bat and a bumblebee?&quot;'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-113333819727719824</id><published>2005-11-29T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T00:09:57.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10:15 on a saturday night, and the taps drip, drip drip drip drip drip drip</title><content type='html'>Ok, heres how its gonna work, im gonna talk and your gonna listen, ok? Good. Now, its Wednesday i think, yeah it is, and its still been boring as hell in class, but luckily the classes have been bludge lessons becuz its end of year n everything. WOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exploding of excitement over my birthday this saturday and Queensland, and yeah its also Marty's bday on the 1st (tomorow, HAPPY BDAY MARTSY!) and its Eric's bday on the 5th (HAPPY BDAY REDDY!). Laurie came to the school today and everyone was like 'SUP LAURIE G' and hes just like 'yo'. What a guy... i wish he came back to blacky....&lt;br /&gt;Today at lunch beef and michael kept throwing stuff off the roof (beef has done this a few times recently) and everyone was like HOLY FUCK and im just standing there humming to 'lean on me' by the temptations... its been stuck in my head all fucking day ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i got a C on this science test, probably my best achievment all year becuz all i get these days are D's, ahh school, you gotta love it, seriously. Period one was a great kick to the day with Mr Roseberg yelling at everyone, he thinks we're all 'ignorant children' and i hate him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what everyone, i have started a PROJECT.....except the thing is, i wont tell you what the project is until i've finished it so you have to wait AHAHAHAHA (it'll be a while before its finished :P)....stay tuned for that one u crazy people...crazy, crazy, crazy people.......oh happy days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can i write about, OH YEAH the flavour of the week is 'The Cure' and by the way, every week i seem to obsessed with a new band (except the 'primus phase' which lasted months, and actually kick-started my bass playing hobby), so yes i will keep you updated on the new 'flavour of the months' but The Cure is a great band, been around for a while, and they do heaps of cool songs, the most known ones are 'love cats' and 'boys dont cry' but i've fallen in love with 'The Walk' and '10:15 saturday night', you know why, becuz the tunes are simple yet flavourful, thats what i like about the cure, simple tunes that sound great...ah robert smith, your hair is wacky i want it yes i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#song of the day - The Walk - The Cure#&lt;br /&gt;p.s sorry bout the french post last time, i decided to make it french becuz it looks so metro, but i used this translater online and it sucks so bad, its soooo badly wrong, but thats old news now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-113333819727719824?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/113333819727719824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=113333819727719824' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113333819727719824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113333819727719824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/11/1015-on-saturday-night-and-taps-drip.html' title='10:15 on a saturday night, and the taps drip, drip drip drip drip drip drip'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-113297796599239018</id><published>2005-11-25T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T20:10:48.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Je suis vers le bas ici pour votre âme, jours heureux de l'oh</title><content type='html'>Bonjour encore, bien n'ayez pas de I signalé dans un moment et c'est parce que rien que beaucoup a... l'anniversaire produit de. My ne sera soulevé bientôt, mêmes avec le Martski et Eric, et ce devrait être un jour de ville qui sera impressionnant, puis ensuite qu'une partie de nous va aller l'endroit des Marty pour avoir une chose de nuit de sommeil plus de/ ps2. Si soyez bon, oui....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaillissent son le week-end maintenant et mes parent sont partis pour tout l'elle, ainsi u ont la maison à me, OH OUI, mais le non im non pris la peine me jeter de n'importe quelle partie.... ce soir vais à une partie, qui sera grande.&lt;br /&gt;C'est à son sujet,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# la chanson du jour - Nick Cave et les graines du mauvais - nuit pluvieuse dans Soho # une autre chanson de caverne d'entaille, celle-ci est triste et heureuse en même temps. Entaillez Nick Cave....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-113297796599239018?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/113297796599239018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=113297796599239018' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113297796599239018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113297796599239018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/11/je-suis-vers-le-bas-ici-pour-votre-me.html' title='Je suis vers le bas ici pour votre âme, jours heureux de l&apos;oh'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-113235285270276843</id><published>2005-11-18T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T14:27:32.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reverb is my hero</title><content type='html'>Its almost been a week since my last post, and im bored, so heres yet another one... ahhh saturday mornings SUCK eh? Except last night i got my dads guitar amp and im like "hey, why not plug my bass into it", which you can do, and it sounded pretty bland, so i fiddled around with the reverb gain and conour until the amp sounded REAAALLY good, im so happy, it sounds so retro, except im bored with it now... oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK well this week has been boring as hell...it sucks, but everyones looking fowards too queensland WOOHOO which should be great, and im also scheduled to go to the frenzal rhomb gig AND big day out 2006 BOOYAA it'll be great, the white stripes are going, gerling are going (again), end of fashion are going (i havent heard much of them but they seem cool), iggy pop, living end, mylo (great dance techno shit), sonic animation and this band im very curious to hear called 'Afra and the incredible beatbox band' now THAT sounds nifty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my iPod is still missing, its gone forever, and i have dreams about it...its quite sad really. But i'll just buy another mp3 player of some species, i need my music, bus rides in the morning are so gay i need my precious primus playing in my ear.&lt;br /&gt;In other news, rikki dav and marty are coming over for a movie and pizza night because my parents will be out at the city from 2:30 today till 1 o'clock tomorow morning. They do this a lot. And hopefully marty will be able to sleepover then tomorow i might get Max round here, yeah looks like i have my weekend planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all i got, im sure something has happened during this week but i cant think right now. Catcha all later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jim n tonic (a marty quote, very clever indeed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#song of the day - Baba O'Riley- The Who# This song ROCKS and its off an episode of House, you'll all know it when you hear it. Its soooo good, lately ive been getting into the who because i watched a documentary of them. The drummer is a maniac (and one of the best drummers around), their guitarist was one of the first to jump around and smash his guitar and stuff (the who have been around for ages mind you), their singer has a great voice and he swings the mic around heaps and he does it really well, and the bass player is the first to invent lead bass guitar (as in complex bass riffs, instead of basic riffs). Ohhh i love the who. Below is a pic of their guitarist Pete Townshend. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7260/1225/320/petewight19701.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-113235285270276843?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/113235285270276843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=113235285270276843' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113235285270276843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113235285270276843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/11/reverb-is-my-hero.html' title='Reverb is my hero'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-113194931165996056</id><published>2005-11-13T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T22:23:51.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go damn right, its a beautiful day</title><content type='html'>Hello young and old blog readers, how are you, i am fine. Well it was an extremely hot day today and i had a bass audition and i though it was on thursday so i was like SHIIIIT, i had it second period and it went ok, i think i'll get into junior stage band which is pretty cres. Ahh the days of term 4, its so boring lately...i dont know why, maybe its becuz everyones so fucken lazy but i dunno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS WEEKEND well what happened, where do i begin...SATURDAY: Well saturday was absolutely boring during the day becuz i didnt do anything, i just listened to The Eels all day, but then afterwards "CHAAA" it was fi's dancing concert thing with umm me marty lucy and tess, and it was AWESOME fi is such a good dancer im very proud GO FIFI! It was cool, it started off with little santas dancing around each other and im like "its not christmas idiots" but the show got better and yeah. That night was julias party thing which i didnt go to, i stayed home and i listened to Stevie Nick's "Edge of Seventeen" about 20 times, ahhhh music marathons, u gotta love em! Then after that i went to watch some movie called 'Brazil' which is a cult classic, and it reminded me of A Clockwork Orange which is a great movie aswell, and yeah that was my saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY: OH YEAH it was eric's OC marathon! BOO-YAH! Holy shit is was great, just OC followed by OC followed by OC, me and eric will get through the whole 2 seasons by the end of the year OH YES, and the OC maniacs consisted of myself, eric (obviously), shauno who stayed for like 2 hours, sammo, marty, andy and laura. Afterwards we just went to the park for a bit, then came back to erics to just sit around and watch crappy tv, then it was hometime and yes thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorow is a teachers strike and some of us should be going to knox or sumthin, not really sure....ah well, catcha all later,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jimsy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#song of the day - The Eels- Novacaine for the soul# The Eels are AWESOME everyone should love them like i do, and they did that song 'god damn right its a beautiful day' and everyones heard it and its awesome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7260/1225/1600/the%20eels!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" height="140" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7260/1225/320/the%20eels%21.jpg" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7260/1225/1600/junior%20senior%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" height="243" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7260/1225/320/junior%20senior%202.0.jpg" width="353" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-113194931165996056?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/113194931165996056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=113194931165996056' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113194931165996056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113194931165996056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/11/go-damn-right-its-beautiful-day.html' title='Go damn right, its a beautiful day'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-113144407000464896</id><published>2005-11-08T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T22:03:54.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKS FOR THE QUIZ LUCY</title><content type='html'>First of all, i'd like to thank lucy for summoning this quiz amongst the blogs...i have nothing to blog apart from the fact that my iPod has been stolen, but anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: jimsy&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: 3rd december, 1990&lt;br /&gt;Birthplace: Adelaide&lt;br /&gt;Current Location:Melbourne&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: for a few seconds i forgot hehe, but its brown&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: brown&lt;br /&gt;Height: right now about 183 cm&lt;br /&gt;Right Handed or Left Handed:Right&lt;br /&gt;Your Heritage: English, Aussie, Greek (and EXTREMELY little aboriginal and irish background) wow im fucked up, eh?&lt;br /&gt;The Shoes You Wore Today: School shoes and runners also&lt;br /&gt;Your Weakness: ummm maths&lt;br /&gt;Your Fears: that pop music will increase, and that ska will die&lt;br /&gt;Your Perfect Pizza: lettuce and seafood..thats it&lt;br /&gt;Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: join a grunge band, do gigs every so often&lt;br /&gt;Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:"haha"&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts First Waking Up: "go back to sleep jim you fucking idiot"&lt;br /&gt;Your Best Physical Feature: i dont have a best feature...probably my shaggy hair&lt;br /&gt;Your Bedtime: hmm, around 10 or 10:30&lt;br /&gt;Your Most Missed Memory: all the fond memories of "the pag" (omar)&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: COKE BABY&lt;br /&gt;MacDonalds or Burger King: hell yea, maccas&lt;br /&gt;Single or Group Dates: single i guess&lt;br /&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: i dont drink indian shit, im sorry&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: chocco&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee:Cappuccino&lt;br /&gt;Do you Smoke:hell no&lt;br /&gt;Do you Swear: FUCK YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;Do you Sing: hahahahahahahahahahaha no way&lt;br /&gt;Do you Shower Daily: yes! jeez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have you Been in Love: yes...ahhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do you want to go to College: if they have vending machines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do you want to get Married: yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do you belive in yourself: no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do you get Motion Sickness: car sickness, yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do you think you are Attractive: no, i've been called 'scum' i think that answers the question&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Are you a Health Freak: umm no way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do you get along with your Parents: sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do you like Thunderstorms: depends if i'm listening to ACDC or not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do you play an Instrument: i play the bassy-wassy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the past month have you Drank Alcohol: WOOT FOR HOMEBREW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the past month have you Smoked:no way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the past month have you been on Drugs:besides hayfever tablets? umm no&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you gone on a Date: no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the past month have you gone to a Mall: yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos: what the fuck, no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the past month have you eaten Sushi: yes!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the past month have you been on Stage: nope :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the past month have you been Dumped: yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping: UMM NO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the past month have you Stolen Anything: i stole josh mccalls 'will to live'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ever been Drunk: i was pretty drunk at julias, great night that was, hungover the next day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ever been called a Tease: uhh no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ever been Beaten up: no im too tall people think i'm strong until they see that im a lanky piece of shit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ever Shoplifted: uhhhh easter eggs and a variety of lollys, yes indeed... take THAT local mysterious vanishing easter egg store&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How do you want to Die: on stage during a bass solo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What do you want to be when you Grow Up: i want to join a band, get a recording contract, lose all my money becuz noone buys the album and then live off a cheap salary for the rest of my life...either that or something arty farty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What country would you most like to Visit: france&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Favourite Eye Color: FUCK i dont know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Favourite Hair Color: dont care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Short or Long Hair: somewhere inbetween i guess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Height: 183 cm last time i checked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Weight: too thin, extremely thin, 'sall ya need to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Best Clothing Style: formal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Number of Drugs I have taken: WTF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Number of CDs I own: well about 2 months ago i counted about 145 cds (50 being singles), but now my collection is up a bit more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Number of Piercings: none&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Number of Tattoos:none&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Number of things in my Past I Regret: becoming friends with stu hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;u should all do this quiz, its cool as, g'night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&gt;jimma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-113144407000464896?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/113144407000464896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=113144407000464896' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113144407000464896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113144407000464896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/11/thanks-for-quiz-lucy.html' title='THANKS FOR THE QUIZ LUCY'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-113126770945804129</id><published>2005-11-06T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T01:01:49.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to join a grundge band, NOW</title><content type='html'>Hello, long time no see&lt;br /&gt;Well its the boring fucking weekend (usual), so lets start off with whats happened.&lt;br /&gt;About a month ago my parents come up to me and say "hey james your coming to this theatrical expierience, NO EXCUSES" and im like "get stuffed, the last thing we saw was crap" and it was crap, like 3 hours of boring shakespeare ripoff, but anyway, there i was last night at this Spiegeltent waiting inline for this burlesque show called 'La Clique'. I expected 2 hours of raunchy ladies doing the can-can, but i always expect shit like that.... anyway, eventually everyone starts heading in and its packed with blokes in their 30's-90's, and the blokes partners aswell who looked like they were thinking 'what am i doing here' and this isnt a good sign for some 14 year old lad...the show starts WOOHOO and it starts off with all acts and acts and acts then it finishes.&lt;br /&gt;The acts consisted of backflipping germans, singing russian, guitar playing and sword swallowing spanish lady, and umm a lot of dancing acts, and a lot of gymnastic acts...really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY on the other hand was boooring, i havent done anything....i've played a bit of bass, and OMG written three songs thats how bored i've been...im extremely pleased with 'josh the jelly bean', yes indeed, and me and tess wrote a song and tis really cool, i forget the name but the first lyric is 'the duck said quack', enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catcha later&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not bothered with song of the day, lets just put in 'move your feet' for the second time)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-113126770945804129?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/113126770945804129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=113126770945804129' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113126770945804129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113126770945804129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-want-to-join-grundge-band-now.html' title='I want to join a grundge band, NOW'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-113108831811747416</id><published>2005-11-03T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T23:11:58.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much lettuce...so little time</title><content type='html'>Hey hey!&lt;br /&gt;Well its been over a week since my last post, im getting a bit lazy but hey its term 4 everyone is lazy right now... well school has been really boring, teachers just keep piling up the work, mainly Ms angus in photography, but who cares if i fail photography? Not me... and my parents wouldnt care either hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Umm well im still sucking at maths, i have failed another maths test but i aced the last test becuz i copied off sumone the whole time (SCORE!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well whats been going on out of the classroom....nothin much really, everyone seems normal, theres no dramas (that i know of) but a popular event is the PIGGY BACK WARS omg its so good, i didnt go last time but i went today and i got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;grabbed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;slapped&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kicked&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;punched&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bitten&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;clotheslined&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had a tooth kicked outwards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its fun, but at the end you feel like death... my tooth still hurts and its been like hours and hours since the piggy back war...oww. Well, in better news i am now going out with Hil (everyone say 'hi Hil') and yes im reeeeal happy and everyones happy for us so yeah awesomeness! Well im just about outta things to write, but umm stay tuned for next time...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&gt;jimster&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#song of the day - Edge of seventeen - Stevie Knicks# Cool song, its off School Of Rock but you need to hear the full version i looove it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-113108831811747416?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/113108831811747416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=113108831811747416' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113108831811747416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113108831811747416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-much-lettuceso-little-time.html' title='So much lettuce...so little time'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-113031822450618116</id><published>2005-10-26T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T02:17:04.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I ride the highway with jesus, i ride the bus when i sleep</title><content type='html'>A BIG ALOHA TO ALL OF YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;How have you all been? I've been pretty good, a bit bored on some occasions, but thats only becuz we're all waiting for the summer holidays to come....HURRY UP!!!&lt;br /&gt;Its one day off lucy's birthday, HAPPY BIRTHDAY FOR TOMOROW LUCY!!!!! 17, wow what an effort. I wish i was 15 so i could do stuff, being 14 SUCKS! I dont know what i recently posted, something about hannahs party...wow that was quite a while ago. Everythings just been normal, which is why i havent been posting because nothing has happened, except one time i thought i saw terry hong at mitcham but i was mistaken, yeah exciting...NOT. I think last night was some massive school performance thing and it was AWESOME and i met hil for the first time and i was like 'yo' and she was like 'yo' ahh memories...but yeah, everyone played reaaaally well! Hopefully next year i'll be on stage pimpin it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately i've still been playing bass, not as much practice as the old days but hell i've only been playing for 7 weeks (mum says its 6 but its not), and im advancing quite a bit, except Mr Hanson's hippie personality is slowing down my learning DAMN YOU HANSON!!! My music taste is pretty much the same, i still listen to Beastie Boys and i've been getting into my childhood favourites such as the old early 90's spiderbait and even earlier 90's regurgitator, yeah its good to bring in the ol' memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything else to add in? Nah i dont think so.....stay tuned for the next episode of 'jim's life'.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jimsy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#song of the day - Spiderbait - Boys at the beak# This is from spiderbaits first EP from like '92 or sumthin. Its like hardcore rock, or maybe softcore metal...i dunno, its pretty craptastic but i love the concept of 'boys at the beak' its weird and alternative. The EP is called ShaShavaGlava / P'Tang yang kipper bang uh, and the creepy thing is i knew that title by heart....thats odd, im going now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-113031822450618116?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/113031822450618116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=113031822450618116' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113031822450618116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/113031822450618116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-ride-highway-with-jesus-i-ride-bus.html' title='I ride the highway with jesus, i ride the bus when i sleep'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-112944669712434555</id><published>2005-10-17T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T03:06:26.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yumm lettuce</title><content type='html'>Hello hello hello,&lt;br /&gt;This is now Sunday, day after Hannah's birthday party which consisted of a hell of a lot of people. I was one of the first there, which is never a good thing but hey what can ya do... the party was in the theme of 'pimps and hoes' and i just wore my normality clothes PLUS a tie which just made me look like a young gothic car salesman. Everyone else looked awesome, Andy (andrew) probably wins the best costume award cuz he made his own bling hehe.&lt;br /&gt;There was a lot of dancing which is good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good: everyone has a great time dancing&lt;br /&gt;Bad: jim cant dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, better luck next year jimsa.... lol Mick was the best dancer, he was funny as i was cracking up laughing the whole time, and he tried teaching me a few moves but those moves were dorky hehe. I ate a lot of lettuce that night....to put it in better words, i ate all the lettuce last night. Yeah, i was hooked on that shit and i am now obsessed with lettuce. There was other food there, but that shit just made me sick. I am still feeling sick now actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the party, me and shauno went to his place and we just went straight to bed, got up the next day and played PS2 and then i went home looking like shit... which is what i do best.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i hope everyone enjoyed the party i kinda did but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeya all bright and early tomorow for another shit day of school YAY&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jimsy-wimsy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not bothered with song of the day, next time eh? i'll just put in some party photos:&lt;br /&gt;sorry if theres some photos u wanna see that arent here, but all photos are at elishas msn space at &lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/blondebeneath/PersonalSpace.aspx?owner=1"&gt;http://spaces.msn.com/members/blondebeneath/PersonalSpace.aspx?owner=1&lt;/a&gt; enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-112944669712434555?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112944669712434555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=112944669712434555' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112944669712434555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112944669712434555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/10/yumm-lettuce.html' title='Yumm lettuce'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-112945657768886907</id><published>2005-10-16T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T02:56:17.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51366663@N00/52928914/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/52928914_0de02d8a7f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51366663@N00/52928914/"&gt;the girls&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/51366663@N00/"&gt;Jimbo Jones_&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i had to have a photo of just the girls&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-112945657768886907?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112945657768886907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=112945657768886907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112945657768886907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112945657768886907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/10/girls.html' title='the girls'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-112945654112888076</id><published>2005-10-16T02:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T02:55:41.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me n mick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51366663@N00/52928913/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/27/52928913_7bce7eb7a0_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51366663@N00/52928913/"&gt;me n mick&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/51366663@N00/"&gt;Jimbo Jones_&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i'm just licking mick, thats all you need to know&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-112945654112888076?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112945654112888076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=112945654112888076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112945654112888076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112945654112888076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/10/me-n-mick.html' title='me n mick'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-112945651218808015</id><published>2005-10-16T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T02:55:12.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shauno with a penis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51366663@N00/52928917/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/52928917_86fd9ce31b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51366663@N00/52928917/"&gt;shauno with a penis&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/51366663@N00/"&gt;Jimbo Jones_&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;a memorable photo of shaun with a balloon penis. I'm next to him, very scared indeed&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-112945651218808015?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112945651218808015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=112945651218808015' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112945651218808015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112945651218808015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/10/shauno-with-penis.html' title='shauno with a penis'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-112945646812893832</id><published>2005-10-16T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T02:54:28.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy group 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51366663@N00/52928912/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/25/52928912_a836532a9d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51366663@N00/52928912/"&gt;crazy group 2&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/51366663@N00/"&gt;Jimbo Jones_&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;just a group photo. I'm being choked by callum at the back&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-112945646812893832?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112945646812893832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=112945646812893832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112945646812893832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112945646812893832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/10/crazy-group-2.html' title='crazy group 2'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-112876757411203987</id><published>2005-10-08T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T03:32:54.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuban Bananas!</title><content type='html'>I just wanna say that seeing as though no-one really visits blogs that much anymore, i might as well fill extracoffee with as much crap as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Now lets get straight to the point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NED AND STACEY IS THE BEST TV SHOW EVER!&lt;br /&gt;Pity that there was only 2 seasons (from my research), but those are some great episodes they sure are. guess what? Im watching ned and stacey right now and im laughing while im typing, AHAHAHAHA, you see? yes, well, ned and stacey cannot be found on normal tv, only in my dvd and tape archive at home.&lt;br /&gt;I shall list a few of my favourite quotes right now becuz i'm so in love with ned and stacey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacey: Come inside Ned, i'll make you a hot cocoa&lt;br /&gt;Ned: With a small marshmellow ontop?&lt;br /&gt;Stacey: yeah sure&lt;br /&gt;Ned: hmmm...and vodka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ned: [after his parents and boss catch Stacey naked with her lover] They're fraternal twins reenacting their birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacey: "Why does she [Amy] have a crush on Ned? I mean, she's so bright, and her vision is good!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: "What the hell is going on here?"&lt;br /&gt;Eric: "Ah, well, um, Scooter [the hamster] died, but I'm OK now. Mr. Belvedere was explaining to me what happens when we die."&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: "Um, Eric, you're 34 years old, ah, your uncle is dead and your father is dead and you've killed men in combat. YOU DON'T NEED MR. BELVEDERE TO EXPLAIN DEATH TO YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;Eric: "That's fine but you, you don't have to embarrass me in front of him. (tearing up) I hate you!" (runs off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha yes memories.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jimsy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7260/1225/320/NED%20AND%20STACEY%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-112876757411203987?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112876757411203987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=112876757411203987' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112876757411203987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112876757411203987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/10/cuban-bananas.html' title='Cuban Bananas!'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-112859213346732904</id><published>2005-10-06T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T02:48:53.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is my automobile?</title><content type='html'>Aloha,&lt;br /&gt;Before i start, i just wanna say that my overseas friend 'Jake' has the coolest msn name right now: "society wants a straight man...well they can suck my gay pee pee". I laughed for days.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yes we're all back at school and it half sucks, half doesnt-suck.&lt;br /&gt;Let me begin with the suckingness update. We have all grown up and things are complicated as you all know, but today was GREAT keep it up people. If you want to hear full emotions, visit michaels blog at lifes-a-fuck.blogspot.com. For more news, im failing year 9 (hurrah *sigh*). I've failed my science exam (35%), i've sucked badly on my maths exam (42%), i've done alright on my german exam (C+ me thinks) and i've sucked a lot on my sose exam as well (65%). Parents have yet to find out all these marks, and it really surpises me cuz i used to be so naturally smart but my brain sorta went for a long long vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get to the happy news, we're all at school and we're all friends and thats all that matters. Yeah, 'tis the happiest news i got...sorry. ewhehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i have had my bass lesson and it was alrigth except this little kid joined me and michael and he looked like he was about to cry becuz he didnt know what his 'first finger' was. Argghhh, fucking year 7's , I HATE THEM (no offence). We played mustang sally which was cool, except michael has been asking me for weeks if i've still been 'mustanging my sally'. Argghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've forgotten already, my second website is &lt;a href="http://www.defythelaws.blogspot.com"&gt;www.defythelaws.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and its pretty cool and if you wanna contribute to it LET ME KNOW i already have shitloads of others workin on it. Good fun.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, see y'all back at school for more madness, it never ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay cool (and cres)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jim&lt;br /&gt;#song of the day- Drugs are good- NoFX# Its about drugs believe it or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-112859213346732904?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112859213346732904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=112859213346732904' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112859213346732904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112859213346732904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/10/where-is-my-automobile.html' title='Where is my automobile?'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-112812401132978580</id><published>2005-09-30T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T16:46:51.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aloha (cant be bothered thinking up a title)</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;Well holidays are nearly over ARGH i'm dying, but have no fear, today im going bowling with umm Tess and Henrik, then a whole group of us are going to see LUCY perform at the theatre in Jesus Christ Superstar!!!!!!!! HURRAH!!! I cant wait Lucy, you'll be great!&lt;br /&gt;Yestrday Rikki came over and we watched Bad Boys and Best of Blues Brothers (wow so many B's) then we went to visit dav and thats about it. A grand day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i havent much to say EXCEPT visit my second blog, &lt;a href="http://www.defythelaws.blogspot.com"&gt;www.defythelaws.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. It's a blog where every so often i put in a list of TOP 10 SOMETHING which is pretty cool i think. Visit it, comment it, i'll be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all i got, see you at the theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-112812401132978580?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112812401132978580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=112812401132978580' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112812401132978580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112812401132978580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/09/aloha-cant-be-bothered-thinking-up.html' title='Aloha (cant be bothered thinking up a title)'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-112781481283391951</id><published>2005-09-27T01:56:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T03:12:42.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sailing the seven seas of cheese</title><content type='html'>Ahhh yet another PRIMUS related title. Hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, how long has it been since my last post? Not very long actually. I finally have my whole week planned HURRAH which is great news. Tomorow me and the lads are going to the movies to see "god knows what" and so far i think its me Shauno Martsy Eric and DD. A blokes day, you know how it is...fix up look sharp, you know the game, right Martsy? Right.&lt;br /&gt;OK so tomorow is planned, and i think some of the group is going to the city im not too sure but me and michael are organizing it so who can you trust? NO-ONE.&lt;br /&gt;Friday i thinks im going to have lunch with Rikki. Yeah, i know, that is fucked up in so many ways. 1, we've known each other for something as little as 3 weeks and 2, we've met about 4 times in person. Ahahahaha weird. GO RIKKI GO!&lt;br /&gt;Saturday is....JESUS CHRIST SUPERSTAR!!! starring: LUCY!!!! HURRAH! Yeah im going to see it all, along with umm marty eric dav tess henrik i think but i dont know....I CANT WAIT!!!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was super-pantstastic. Laura came over for the day and first of all SORRY TO DD who was going to come over but things screwed up haha. ANYWAY so laura came over and we started the day eating tuna sandwhiches which was tasty. Then i screwed around on bass for a while but then i got really sick and my bass-playing wasnt up to great standards but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Then for the rest of the afternoon we just walked around and played ps2 and watched umm happy gilmore thats it. But HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY we found this stick with a wheel on the end of it and we decided to call it EDWINA (yes, EDWINA) and we actually wrote a note saying all this bullshit and we stuck the note on the stick and left it outside dav's house OH HAPPY DAYS. Well thats about it, a great day and a great holidays altogether i just fuckn dont wanna go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marty, i hope things shape up with you and the group, there is a lot of confusion everyone and im not taking sides with anyone in this world war, i just hope yer still cres with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;note- 'cres' is a word myself and dd use on various occasions.&lt;br /&gt;definition: short for 'crescent fresh', basically meaning 'thats fucken cool' or a way of saying that things will get better.&lt;br /&gt;Increase your vocab people. Increase your vocab...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways people, fix up look sharp y'all know the drill fo shizzle&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jimsy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#song of the freakn day- pudding time- primus# what did you expect? bodyjar? get the fuck out of my house.... soz mart' i know you love em, but i hate bodyjar with a passion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-112781481283391951?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112781481283391951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=112781481283391951' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112781481283391951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112781481283391951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/09/sailing-seven-seas-of-chee_112781481283391951.html' title='Sailing the seven seas of cheese'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-112772357098782672</id><published>2005-09-26T01:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T01:35:20.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GROUP PHOTO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51366663@N00/46729002/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; WIDTH: 289px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid; HEIGHT: 223px" height="219" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/29/46729002_8375e7a4a7_m.jpg" width="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-112772357098782672?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112772357098782672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=112772357098782672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112772357098782672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112772357098782672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/09/group-photo.html' title='GROUP PHOTO!!!'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-112772324868550568</id><published>2005-09-26T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T01:27:29.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's pudding time children</title><content type='html'>Why hello there, if you're reading this than you're obviously BORED. Oh well...a lot of you probably hear me rant on and on about how strange Primus lyrics are, well, i have proof. Here are just a few lyric selections from some classic Primus songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;pudding time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money money money, To buy you things, Daddy's gonna buy you a diamond ring, Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall, All the kings horses and all the kings men, Couldn't put Humpty together again, San Francisco bay, The striped bass are dying, But you're gonna get ,That brand new bike, Oh joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;em&gt;john the fisherman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up I want to be, one of the harvesters of the sea. I think before my days are done, I want to be a fisherman. "I'll live and die a fisherman." Calling John the Fisherman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;em&gt;spaghetti western&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we got us a spaghetti western on 36, I like spaghetti westerns, I like the way the boots are all reverbed out walking across the hardwood floors, In fact, everything's got that big reverb sound, Well what'll I do now? Go to sleep, Pull the pud, We need new pornos, Well, I guess I'm still writing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Yeah well, thats some of my favourites. Well i may aswell tell you about the last two days. Yestrday, lets see...oh yeah i went to dd's place and we just played timesplitters2 and pimped on the computer for ages. Good fun, good fun... today stu came over *shudders* and he just talked bullshit all day and that was about it. Coming up soon is LAURAS BDAY which should be a celebration but not too sure whats happening... the weeks seems like its going fast, but hey what do i know.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh lucy's performance in JESUS CHRIST SUPERSTAR is coming up soon! HURRAH! I cant wait, but at the same time i dont have 17 bucks to get in.........i'll find money.&lt;br /&gt;I have a lingering for fried rice. Does anyone have any fried rice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh hail my rasta brothers from other mothers.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#song of the day- John the fisherman- Primus# Ahh cant be bothered talking about this one. Its good, thats enough said.&lt;br /&gt;HEY that reminds me, i have photos from GRAND FINAL DAY but i cant be bothered posting em all....heres a group shot:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-112772324868550568?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112772324868550568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=112772324868550568' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112772324868550568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112772324868550568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-pudding-time-children.html' title='It&apos;s pudding time children'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-112746410021086047</id><published>2005-09-23T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T01:30:42.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got the funky rhymes, but im not the funky devil</title><content type='html'>Ahh i felt like putting some old Beastie Boys lyrics into the title. I forget what song this one is from, but its from Ill Communication (dd knows it!). Wow its been a long time since my last post i think, and what a week it has been. Monday i spent the day with laura tess and miki at eastland, having a coffee (mine was cappucino- how do you spell it?) and i followed them around girly shops. Some guys were meant to come, but they didnt. We also met Fi during our coffee and she is a crazy one, her energy is just over the top. After that we all went to miki's house and that was awesome cool, especially when we went out knick-knocking. Ah, the life of teenagers. Tuesday/Wednesday i spent with Dav and Tess, tuesday being a day of bumming around and basketball, wednesday being a day of Blackadder and basketball. Quite fun, but then on Thursday i saw them again for the MOVIES. Me shauno and dav saw Willy Wonka. Quite a fantastic movie, really. And the others (tess andy hannah fi) saw The Perfect Catch. I wanted everyone to see the same movie but oh well, next time.&lt;br /&gt;After that we all took the train home, and shauno and myself got caught by the train people becuz we had invalid tickets. They let us off with a warning, and this is my 3rd warning i've had. Crazy. My luck is just a phoenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards me and shauno went to sleep over at eric's house. We played a lot of Timesplitters 2 and Mortal Combat 5, and we attempted to play Worms 3D but found out that that game drives people MAD and ANGRY. We started a brawl, which led to me and shauno calling eric a nazi all night. We also watched Waynes World (great movie, in my top 5 probably) and we all got a few laughs, and then we watched about 6 or 7 episodes of the first season of The OC. That was bloody awesome, i have to buy some OC dvds in december (money month). We then woke up with headaches and just went home and had showers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorow is.........GRAND FINAL DAY!! WOOHOO! It's a shame i dont watch footy at all, but oh well it'll be good to watch and people are encouraging me to start watching footy. I'll consider it, seeing as though myself and marty are the only ones left in Australia that dont watch footy. THE REVOLUTION, oh yes, i'll shut up now.&lt;br /&gt;Soooooo i hope everyones holidays are going splendidly, aaaaand STAY COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hail rasta bother, hail.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#song of the day- Get up and jump- Red Hot Chilli Peppers# A rap/funk song of the 80's, some awesome slap riffs included in which i can sorta play now, but i cant play it as fast. Ah well, its awesome, everyone should get into the old school RHCP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-112746410021086047?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112746410021086047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=112746410021086047' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112746410021086047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112746410021086047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/09/ive-got-funky-rhymes-but-im-not-funky.html' title='I&apos;ve got the funky rhymes, but im not the funky devil'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-112700299067686441</id><published>2005-09-17T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T17:23:10.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fever in the funk house</title><content type='html'>Hurrah, i'm posting again!!! I think its been too long, not too sure, but here 'tis THE UPDATE. Friday was the last day of exams, and after school we all went to the square to 'celebrate', though we didnt really do anything. Then there was a small group of us that decided to go to the show for the night, which consisted of myself, michael, andy, laura, dav and steph. First of all, we got to the show and went straight for the showbags and stuff and it was dav's first time also, so yeah very exciting. We went on the dodgems a few times, i went on once with steph and once with michael and there was this little nerd kid who kept yelling and pulling weird faces and i thought he had rabies or sumthin. We went on the ferris wheel and it was reeeally cold when ur at the top and i get scared of heights very easily and yeah. The others went on a few other rides, but nothing beats dodgems. The food there cost like $400 for a hotdog, but atleast you got free viewing of the cannon lady and the rocket man, and by the way the monster trucks are REEAAALLY LAME. WE were there from about 6-10, and afterwards we stopped off at flinders and grabbed some maccas and went straight home.&lt;br /&gt;Then came saturday. I took the day off with some bass playing and quality tv while my parents are away at Seymour, and then my mate max came round and we just chilled for a while with a few guitars. he left at like 6, then i just spent all night watching 3rd rock from the sun on dvd, and checking out some buddy rich solos (see buddy rich vs ed shaunessy on drummerworld.com), and then went to bed at about 1 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;'Tis now sunday, almost lunchtime, and simpsons is blaring in the background. Ah, simpsons....&lt;br /&gt;I'm eating all my chocolate and goodies from my willy wonka showbag. Yuuuummmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, fix up look sharp, you all know how it goes,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#song of the day- Funk Brothers- Whats going on?# This is a typical funk/pop song of the 80's, and the band has one of the best bass players that ever lived, James Jamerson. Seriously, no-one has really heard of him but he is pretty funky in this other song 'fever in the funk house' (note the title of this post), but yeah, get into some quality funk people, and jazz also, cuz Buddy Rich is my Buddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-112700299067686441?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112700299067686441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=112700299067686441' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112700299067686441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112700299067686441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/09/fever-in-funk-house.html' title='Fever in the funk house'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-112640146757878123</id><published>2005-09-10T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T18:23:08.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine that - every single person in the village having an affair with the same duck</title><content type='html'>Hey hey,&lt;br /&gt;Well 'tis the weekend and i have done absolutely nothing for once. Thats right, IM BORED. I have nothing to write about, so i am going to fill up this post with random blackadder quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blackadder: You see, the thing about heaven is that heaven is for people who like the sort of things that go on in heaven. Like, well, singing, talking to God, watering pot plants. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;George: I'm absolutely top-hole, sir, with an ying and yang and yippiedeedoo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blackadder: I'm as poor as a church mouse, that's just had an enormous tax bill on the very day his wife ran off with another mouse, taking all the cheese.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blackadder: We live in an age where illness and deformity are commonplace, and yet, Ploppy, you are, without a doubt, the most repulsive individual I have ever met. I would shake your hand, but I fear it would come off. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Flashheart: If word gets out that I'm missing, 500 girls will kill themselves and I wouldn't want them on my conscience - not when they ought to be on my face! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Baldrick: Well, Mr Blackadder always says, when the going gets tough, the tough hide under the table. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;King: St Juniper once said; 'By his loins shall ye know him, and by the length of his rod shall he be measured.' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;George: I'm thick. I'm as thick as the big print version of the Complete Works of Charles Dickens. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blackadder: I know from long experience all my men have the artistic talent of a cluster of colour-blind hedgehogs in a bag. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blackadder: If we lose, I'll be chopped into pieces. My arm'll end up in Essex, my torso in Norfolk and my genitalia stuck up a tree somewhere in Rutland. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Percy: I mean, money isn't everything. Think of clouds and daisies, and the lovely smiles on little babies' faces. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blackadder: 'Yes, it is', not 'That it be'. You don't have to talk in that stupid voice to me. I'm not a tourist. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blackadder: Oh, God, God, God! What on earth was I drinking last night? My head feels like there's a Frenchman living in it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blackadder: Baldrick, have you no idea what irony is? Baldrick: Yes, it's like goldy and bronzy only it's made out of iron. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Baldrick:Hear the words I sing,War's a horrid thing, But still I sing, sing, sing,Ding a ling a ling. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Flashheart: Thanks, Bridesmaid. Like the beard. Gives me something to hang on to. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;George: Now I've got my lovely fire I'm happy as a Frenchman who's invented a pair of self-removing trousers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---Well, i hope you enjoyed. I'll leave it there, and by the way i dont know if i've done a song of the day for a while... unless its my imagination. Oh well. Stay cool peoples.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;#song of the day- The Awakening- Les Claypool and the flying frog brigade#&lt;/em&gt; This song is focused completely on the bass, and the live version is tons better. ENJOY!!! &gt;jim&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7260/1225/1600/blackadder4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" height="118" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7260/1225/320/blackadder4.jpg" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="135" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7260/1225/320/flashheart2.jpg" width="191" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-112640146757878123?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112640146757878123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=112640146757878123' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112640146757878123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112640146757878123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/09/imagine-that-every-single-person-in.html' title='Imagine that - every single person in the village having an affair with the same duck'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-112624998352839848</id><published>2005-09-09T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T00:13:03.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go down, go down, you Knoxville girl, you can never be my bride</title><content type='html'>HEELLOOOO,&lt;br /&gt;Nick Cave lyrics for the sub-heading of course (Knoxville Girl). I have just passed my Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds phase, and now i'm just listening to anything really. This week has been hell lately. Exams are coming up, and everyone is scared (inculding me) and the teachers are really putting on the pressure. I think everyone will do fine, its moments right now that are the hardest. Recently a lot of my friends are just melting around me, and its really not good. I have a few problems myself and i havent been myself lately (in my opinion). My uncles life has gone downhill over the past few weeks. He has just been divorced, he has then lost his job, and this weekend hes moving to Queensland. Its not the best time of the year, but i guess i just have to wait until it all passes, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent been practicing bass quite as much lately, due to my over-sized blister on the index finger. I have to play with my middle finger, and its not raelly working out. I'm deprived of my bass, and its tearing me apart. Oh well, i havent been in a bass mood lately anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh holidays are coming up... it sure does feel good. Nothing at all is planned, and hopefully a few partys will be thrown for me to be a part of. I think davs gonna be raiding my house most of the time (becuz i have a dvd burner), but other than that, NOT TOO SURE.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all enjoy your weekend please, and stay cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-112624998352839848?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112624998352839848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=112624998352839848' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112624998352839848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112624998352839848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/09/go-down-go-down-you-knoxville-girl-you.html' title='Go down, go down, you Knoxville girl, you can never be my bride'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-112582408095700251</id><published>2005-09-04T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T02:02:30.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My name is mud... not to be mistaken</title><content type='html'>HELLOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;Gosh its been like over a week now since my last post. Sorry bout that people, but im blogging to keep the spirit up. A lot has actually happened since my last post. I've actually improved my bass skills quite a bit (though i still suck), but i now know how to do slap bass, and i'm working out thumb slap bass. For those who have no idea what i'm on about, visit &lt;a href="http://www.primusville.com/animals"&gt;www.primusville.com/animals&lt;/a&gt; (first click on 'freak' down the bottom) and click on all the home movie links with pictures of bass guitars on them so you can know how much i'm in love with les. Anyway, i'm still absolutley obsessed with Primus and Les Claypool (the colonel), and i've attempted to get some others into Primus, but i think you have to be a bass player to like their weird and somewhat funky music. Actually, they've just about tought me everything i know about playing bass, which reminds me THIS WEEK i'm starting bass lessons at school! Hopefully i can be in the stage bands with the fellows, that'd be supra-awesome. Yesterday Ross, Tess and Miki went to south street (i think they're the only ones that went, correct me if i'm wrong...actually, fi went later that day ehehe) and i actually decided to wake up at 6 in the morning to bid them farewell. I have no idea why i chose to torture my saturday like this, but i did. Anyway, i missed the freaking train so i ran to blackburn hs to get there in time to say goodbye, but when i got there everyone was on the bus. I didnt want to walk up to the bus and wave at everyone like a complete dipshit, so i waited on the main road and waved at the bus as it drove by..... noone saw me. Sooo, what was the point in waking up at 6:00 am to say hello to nothing? I DONT KNOW. But anyway, i got a surprise call from the peoples on the bus and they started talking about rabbits. Ahhh two weeks left of school, and 1 1/2 weeks left till exams. I'm shitting myself, seriously (pardon my french) becuz i've always sucked at maths no matter how much i study, i havent read my english book (and the exam is based on this book), i dont know german at all apart from the basics, i've been failing science like never before, and SOSE... well, lets just say i could give a shit about world war one, or about the gold diggers. Ih well, its just one step closer to VCE i guess. I'm very sorry to my good friend Tess becuz i wont be doing the next part to the adventures of ron and jimmy, due to my lack of inspiration and my desire to do nothing but practice bass. Sometime this week, I PROMISE!!!!!!! Anyway, i'll leave you all in await for my next post, which will be as lame and as primus-obsessed as this one. Stay cool people, you always have. &gt;jim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-112582408095700251?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112582408095700251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=112582408095700251' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112582408095700251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112582408095700251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-name-is-mud-not-to-be-mistaken.html' title='My name is mud... not to be mistaken'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-112496541400245234</id><published>2005-08-25T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T03:23:34.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerry was a race car driver - he never did drive too fast</title><content type='html'>Wilkommen,&lt;br /&gt;Today was thursday (to my recollection), and i was going to blog yestreday but my whole post was lost thanks to a little 'antivirus' bullshit attack thing. Lost all my work, i did. well anyway, it was practically what i'm about to write now.&lt;br /&gt;I have been listening to nothing but Primus the last few days. Those who are not familiar with this band should be punished, but to sum it up quickly, they have one of the greatest rock bass players off all time (Les Claypool) and apparently a highly rated drummer (Tim Alexander), and some really good guitarist who i think is in the top 100 somewhere (Larry Lalonde). I bought one of their albums called Suck On This, and it has a picture of a baby with a milk bottle on the cover. Haha get it. Anyway, Les is my idol when it comes to playing bass, though his technique is out of this freakin world (maybe becuz he's never had a bass lesson) BUT ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peoples, i have a really big update on the life of Jim. I have started up a band (which started a while ago, but now its official) with a friend of mine from primary school (max). So far we've written a shitload of songs, and i guess our music is sorta semi-hardcore punk, semi emo. Max has come up with our first band name suggestion (not that i'd call ourselves 'in a band') and that name is CPR. I think it stands for crap punk rockers, but i'll have to double check that one.&lt;br /&gt;Dont get excited about this whole band thing, its just a work in progress thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, i've signed up for table tennis this week and i dont show up most of the time. I dont think i'll make it into the team because i've only won one match, and that was against dd who didnt even really want to play table tennis at all. Oh well. Enough of my jibba-jabba talk, its time to throw in some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les Claypools fingerwork on the ol' bass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7260/1225/1600/les%20claypool%2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7260/1225/320/les%20claypool%2011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les Claypool dressed as some lolly pop guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7260/1225/1600/les%20claypool%2021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="212" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7260/1225/320/les%20claypool%2021.jpg" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats all i got. I wont write the next episode to the adventures of ron and jimmy tonite, but soon tess. SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;em&gt;song of the day&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;Primus&lt;/strong&gt; -laquer head# This is one of many primus songs i just cant get enough of. This is a very odd song, but primus are very original. Download it, and listen to the outro where he keeps saying "keep on sniffing till your brain goes pop, keep on sniffing till your brain goes pop... keep on sniffing till your brain goes pop, keep on sniffing till your brain goes... POP!!! Awesome shit. Both thumbs up. I lift my hat off to you, Les Claypool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-112496541400245234?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112496541400245234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=112496541400245234' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112496541400245234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112496541400245234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/08/jerry-was-race-car-driver-he-never-did.html' title='Jerry was a race car driver - he never did drive too fast'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-112470529568626821</id><published>2005-08-22T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T03:08:15.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have run out of clockwork orange quotes already</title><content type='html'>HELLOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;Gosh its been too long since my last post, and stuff has actually happened!!! Well lets start off with last week... ummmm i cannot remember! Lets just say i spent lunchtimes being casual and chill-ful (like my horoscopes tell me to), and just talking with chum buddies. Then i go home and go on msn for about an hour before waltzing off to bed. OOPS i almost forgot, and at 6:30 i watch neighbours and i try to never miss it (but i sometimes do). And then i start the same procedure again the next day.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait till next month becuz its... yes, you guessed it... ICE HOCKEY SEASON!!! Pre-season starts september 10th and i go for new jersey devils and everyone shall to. And everyones mortal enemy is the philedelphia flyers becuz they're my enemys. BOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lets move along to today shall we, seeing as though i have a short-term memory of my own life. Today it was the dreaded monday, and yup, triple-science. It was a living hell, but every second monday i actually live through it. Recess was just spent with me watching the primative apes play stacks-on (mostly on michael). Then marty came along and saved the day (i have no idea how).&lt;br /&gt;Then it was lunchtime later on and i was one of those many people called up on the announcement. I was like "ohh i'm in trouble" but it was just for some gay absent notice thing. Then i went to table tennis try-outs and i doubt i'll get into the team becuz i left half-way through because i got bored. Hehe, it was good playing again though, i felt like a child reborn.&lt;br /&gt;Then i just pimped my way down to the chill area and talked to a few people about nothing. Pretty ordinary day i guess, but what can you do?&lt;br /&gt;I'm going through the weirdest phases in music. All in one day i've gone from indie, to punk, to ska, to funk, to chill-out shit (nick cave) then to funk and beastie boys. Strangest day, but i'm quite pleased with my music selections. Which leads me to my song of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;em&gt;song of the day&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;Junior Senior&lt;/strong&gt; - move your feet# This song is played on this add, i forget what it is, but doesnt matter. This song is funky to the max and has an awesome bass;ine in the chorus which i live to learn. Download it, and groove the freakin night away. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7260/1225/1600/#23"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7260/1225/320/%2323%20scott%20gomez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is scott gomez. He plays for new jersey devils in the NHL. You youngens better learn about your ice hockey, pre-season is coming up soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-112470529568626821?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112470529568626821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=112470529568626821' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112470529568626821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112470529568626821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-have-run-out-of-clockwork-orange.html' title='I have run out of clockwork orange quotes already'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-112427125203402359</id><published>2005-08-17T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T02:34:12.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To what do I owe the extreme pleasure of this surprising visit?</title><content type='html'>Welly welly welly well... Hi and thanks for visiting, it has been a long time... well, its been a couple of days. Monday was really bad because i was sick from eating too much junk food at davs party, so i spent all day sleeping, watching blackadder dvds and going on the computer to look up really lame bands. Then it was tuesday... WOOO. Well, nothing really happened, i just talked to friends a bit more, while wondering where the hell dav and marty were. As it appears, it was their turn to take a day off, and that brings me up to TODAY. Oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at school in confusion as andy and steph madly made me sign some birthday card for shauno, then they rushed me outside to help with decorating the outside steps with pink streamers. I was all like "whoa i just got here" but shauno's birthday was a triumph. HAPPY B'DAY MY IRISH BROTHER.&lt;br /&gt;We gave him his birthday card with everyones signings in it, and on the cover it said "to the birthday girl" or something..! Funny funny funny, but shaun thought differently. Then everyone decided to go to the square and buy him a cake, though he didnt want one, but they did, and they also got coke and shit. Shaun was like "i'm tired".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well a great morning it was, until these people came along and CUT DOWN OUR TREES!!!!!! NOOOOO!!!! Those trees were memories of our feeble childhood, and now we are all lost and lonely. We must hold a funeral or something, because i miss those trees already.&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, what else happened today... well thats it, apart from photography, but our teacher was away so we were all like "BLUDGE!" and yeah, that made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all i've got, but stay cool brethren, you always have.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;em&gt;song of the freakin day&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;The Mephiskapheles&lt;/strong&gt;- the bumble bee tuna song# This is another ska song, and the title was taken from ace ventura. I love that movie. Anyway, its top quality ska, top quality humour, without jokes though, just the lead singer talking about bumble bee tuna sandwhiches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-112427125203402359?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112427125203402359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=112427125203402359' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112427125203402359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112427125203402359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/08/to-what-do-i-owe-extreme-pleasure-of.html' title='To what do I owe the extreme pleasure of this surprising visit?'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-112401086462446795</id><published>2005-08-14T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T02:14:24.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"So we're back where we started, right lads?"</title><content type='html'>Ahh good day good sirs,&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was the one and only 'movie sleepover party' at dav's for the occasion of her 40-hour famine thingo. It involved myself, dav, marty and sammo. We bought way too much junk food, and we had plenty of movies, and heres what we managed to see (in order): Pulp Fiction, The life and death of peter sellers, A clockwork orange, The Shining, Catch me if you can. I think i've missed a movie on this list, but yeah oh well. I got absolutely no sleep saturday night and now i'm veeery tired. We came up with the funniest idea of playing dav's dance stage megamix game on playstaion 2, which is where you dance on the mat and try to get the right moves. We were so tired and it was funny becuz i cant dance anyway, and i'm even more retarded at dancing when i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;HERES MY VERDICTS ON THE MOVIES WE SAW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pulp Fiction&lt;/em&gt;- We all just sat around and chilled for the whole movie. It was our first viewing, so it was aaall good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life and death of peter sellers&lt;/em&gt;- This movie was really sad in some bits, and original, and the best thing is that its all true and i wont ruin anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A clockwork orange&lt;/em&gt;- Like marty says "It's a cult classic", which i'll believe, but it was just an abstract movie of rape, violence and pure insanity. Some parts i enjoyed and thought were really original, other parts i thought were just stupid and pointless. Definantly a work of art this one. By the way, the sub heading of this post is a quote i found razzling from this movie. You'll have to see the movie to understand the sick humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Shining&lt;/em&gt;- This is in my top five favourite movies of all time. I'll never get sick of seeing this one, though it isnt scary the second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Catch me if you can&lt;/em&gt;- Well, i was half asleep (though i never got any sleep) while watching this. Either that or me marty and sam were listening to the llama song on the internet over and over. But i have seen this before, and its a great movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well other than movies and sickness, there was a group of up that went to go see kung fu hustle at eastland, including myself, sammo, dav, marty, tess, shano, red (eric), beefus and ross. Half of us didnt like it, but i love kung fu hustle after seeing it in thailand at the cinemas. After that we went to starbucks and had some of their coffee and stuff, then we all just went home. Me tess and sammo went to davs for a bit before going back to our humble abodes.&lt;br /&gt;Now i am very tired and i'm already thinking of excuses not to come to school tomorow. Well, see you all when i'm up and recovered, but it may be forever. Patients my friends, patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#song of the day - Fishbone- ugly# God, im turning into the biggest ska-fanatic ever, its great. I'm not sure if i like this band yet, but i'll soon get there. Soon i'm gonna buy a bowl hat and a checkered shirt and go out on the streets ska-style for all eternity. Ska all the way!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay cool as tuna.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-112401086462446795?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112401086462446795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=112401086462446795' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112401086462446795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112401086462446795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-were-back-where-we-started-right.html' title='&quot;So we&apos;re back where we started, right lads?&quot;'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-112384113658163156</id><published>2005-08-12T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T17:04:37.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(insert catchy sub-heading here)</title><content type='html'>Well hello and aloha,&lt;br /&gt;Today was awesome. Just a whole day of slacking off and working on my favourite flash "revenge of the mexicans". I was hungry all day though, which made me tired, which made me cranky. Yeah today was weird. But when i got home something terrific sprung to mind: "HEY! Let's quit boxing training!" And i did, so i had a whole friday afternoon to myself. I bought a donut at some mitcham cafe, and them i bought nick cave and the bad seeds: b-sides and rareties". It has 3 disks of just unreleased and b-sided songs. Some of its just depressing, but some of it is just insanely happy and chappy. Yeah, i love that shit. My favourite songs at the moment from it are: "Deanna", "God's hotel", "Black Betty", "Rainy night in soho", and this bloody awesome song called "jack the ripper" which is the song i heard to make me buy this massive cd anthology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my parents gave me some vital information. Lately i've been wondering about my ancestors, and for quite some time i've been saying i'm a lot of australian, an eighth greek, and a little bit irish and a very little bit aboriginal. Well i was wrong, i'm actually 0% aussie, becuz if your made up of all australian that means your aborogonal, and i aint that, so i'm actually mostly from the UK, and i'm also a 16th irish. WOW. Exciting, eh? Not really. Haha my step dad is half german, how scary is that, and i have no idea what country my dad is from so i've got a lot of history to dig up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEll, i was gonna write about my whole week, but guess what? I CANT REMEMBER ANYTHING!!! Yay. Anyway, i guess i'll just go listen to some nick cave, and you probably should too. GO TO IT.&lt;br /&gt;Stay cool... or warm, whatevers best for this crap melbourne weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;em&gt;song of the day&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds&lt;/strong&gt; - God's hotel#&lt;br /&gt;Dont get sucked into thinking that this is another typical christian song, becuz when i heard it i was just like "hell yeah" without thinking about religeon, which i have no care for (sorry sandy!).&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, give it a listen, and maybe you'll be a nick cave-head just like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-112384113658163156?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112384113658163156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=112384113658163156' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112384113658163156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112384113658163156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/08/insert-catchy-sub-heading-here.html' title='(insert catchy sub-heading here)'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-112358152943021300</id><published>2005-08-09T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T02:58:49.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skankin' carpark blues</title><content type='html'>Aloha,&lt;br /&gt;Well its been about three days since my last post i think. What was my last post... oh thats right, my list of must-have songs!!! Oh my god that list is pissing me off, becuz for the last few days i keep thinking "hey wait theres these other songs i forgot to add" and i forgot to put on a lot of my ska stuff on but i'm just gonna leave it be.&lt;br /&gt;Well lets start from the start... sundya i went to DFO in the morning and NOT the one in nunawading or whatever. Anyway, i bought two shirts, a pair of jeans, a killer jacket with awesome patterns and a striped jumper thats really cool. It all costed about $140 which is pretty good i think. Then afterwards it was dd's birthday party and it was just an afternoon of BBQ, then a bit of playstaion 2, then we watched freddy got fingered then everyone just went home. A pretty even afternoon, not too boring and not too exciting, basically a chill-out party with friends who dont really chill. I cant remember the after-party i think i was just exhausted becuz DFO is so energetic to go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, then the next day was monday. Arrghhh i'd rather not talk about it, but this is a blog, i'm kinda meant to. Anyway, monday was the dreaded triple-science day. My form is probaably the only form to encounter such catastrophe. One of those three periods were gladly taken away becuz it was school essembly and we watched those new yorkers do that christian hip hop dance thing. It was pretty good, but i have a feeling that the message of christianity only got out to either christians or people who listen to hip hop. I was not in either of those catagories, so i was sitting there thinking "holy crap, alright dancing i guess, but when are they gonna play some misfits or something, shit!!!" But thats just me. They had voluntiers come up and dance for free tickets, and my chum beefo was one of them and he did a very awesome dance routinue including a very shifty handstand and a few merry-jigs. 11/10 my good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was today. It was pretty good, i talked to everyone about nothing and i spent lunch sitting in that indian leg-crossed thingymajig. Mrs Zylan came by and told me i should do yoga, and i was like "oh yes interesting" but my inner-jim (everyone has one) was sating "shut up you cow". I dont take kindly to english teaches, no i dont...&lt;br /&gt;Lunchtime noone was around except tess and laura and miki and stuff, so i was stuck with stu and he stole my shoes. He put them high up in the trees and i tried climbing up to retrieve it but i slipped and landed with a branch inbetween my legs and my manhood hurt very much that day.&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh lately my skin has been very mutated lately, it just gets more purple each day, but today it started going purple and orange. I was going to go to the nurse, but she'd just tell me to lie down until next period and i've heard that procedure one too many times.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, once again, you'd better stay cool folks. Aloha (it means hello AND goodbye).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jim&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;em&gt;song of the mofo day&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;The Porkers&lt;/strong&gt; - Jump around# The Porkers are an australian ska band which tim got me in to. I've got a lot of their live songs and this one is a ska cover of house of pain's 'jump around'. This was an irish rap song until these guys completely ska'd it. Its really cool, but it sorta goes into a different song after a minute of so. If you want to get into these guys, download 'skankin' carpark blues', 'too big for your boots' and 'keep my cool'. If you're just getting into ska, get into tokyo ska parade, mad caddies, the specials and less than jake (though a lot of their songs are just punk with little brass). Keep the ska spirit up folks, its counting on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7260/1225/320/specials_songbook_front.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-112358152943021300?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112358152943021300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=112358152943021300' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112358152943021300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112358152943021300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/08/skankin-carpark-blues.html' title='Skankin&apos; carpark blues'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-112332301630934972</id><published>2005-08-06T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T01:26:49.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, i've been everywhere man, across the desert and back man</title><content type='html'>Saturday bloody saturday,&lt;br /&gt;Jeez i've been so tired lately. I think its becuz i'm 'iron defficiant', which means i dont eat enough food with iron in them. Oh well, enough about my rambling, today was awesome. Me and dav went to visit marty's shack, and it was just a brilliant mix of relaxing, large amount of junk food, family guy and playstation. We played timesplitters 2 and i love that game so much. Tomorrow its DD's birthday party, which is some BBQ thing i think... I dont know, it should be ok. I absolutley can't wait for the 24-hour movie marathon at davs. I'm bringing The Shining on dvd and we aint gonna go to sleep for the whole weekend and it'll be awesome......!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway just now i've come up with the idea of a must-have song list. Here are about 100 songs that you should have in your collection:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://shitin.free.fr/audio/covers/misfits_last_caress.ram"&gt;The Misfits- Last caress&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Misfits- We are 138&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Misfits- Hybird moments&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Mistifs- This magic moment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rancid- Roots radicals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rancid- Rats in the hallway&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kl5music.com/miscellaneous/Ramones%20-%20Bonzo%20Goes%20to%20Bitburg.mp3"&gt;Ramones- Bonzo goes to pitburg (my brain is hanging upside down)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ramones- The KKK took my baby away&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ramones- Blitzkreig bop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ramones- R.A.M.O.N.E.S&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ramones- Swallow my pride&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coolbands1.1afm.com/SOMETIMESASKYOURSELF.RAM"&gt;MxPx- Sometimes you have to ask yourself&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coolbands1.1afm.com/NEWYORKTONOWHERE.RAM"&gt;MxPx- New york to nowhere&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NoFX- Pimps and hookers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NoFX- Dinosaurs will die&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NoFX- Kill rock stars&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dropkick Murphys- Blood and whiskey&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dropkick Murphys- Irish drinking song&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://dropkickmurphys.com/ram/tessie.ram"&gt;Dropkick Murphys- Tessie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dropkick Murphys- Heroes of our past&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Descendants- Suburban home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Descendants- I like food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Less Than Jake- Magnetic north&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.filebox.vt.edu/users/rgallowa/Less%20Than%20Jake%20-%20History%20of%20a%20Boring%20Town.mp3"&gt;Less Than Jake- History of a boring town&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.warnerreprise.com/asx/lessthanjake_motownneversoundedsogood_128-a.asx"&gt;Less Than Jake- Motown never sounded so good&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Less Than Jake- Dopeman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Less Than Jake- One last cigarette&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me first and the gimme gimmes- Tomorrow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jerrys Kids- Break the mould&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/0226138901/02-weezer-el_scorcho.mp3"&gt;Weezer- El Schorcho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/0226138901/01-weezer-my_name_is_jonas.mp3"&gt;Weezer- My name is Jonas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://bys61.com.ne.kr/P_%20I"&gt;Johnny Cash- I've been everywhere (&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;song of the freakin day&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://nazabore.ru/music/file/disk2/The%20Cure-10.15%20Saturday%20Night.mp3"&gt;The Cure- 10:15 saturday night&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Cure- Close to me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Cure- The walk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Cure- The Lovecats&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Cure- Killing an arab&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://hits.mpeg-search.com/Songs/12230/e52e9eb668a88c4c9afa7274791ff82e/Michael%20Jackson-Black%20And%20White.mp3"&gt;Michael Jackson- Black or white&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Michael Jackson- Thriller&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;28 days- Kill the fake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;28 days- Rollin' gang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;28 days- Rip it up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mad Caddies- Ghostbusters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mad Caddies- Booze cruise&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Five Iron Frenzy- Anthem&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blink 182- Dick lips&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blink 182- The Party Song&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Primus- Groundhog's day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elephant6.net/mp3/beulah/beulah_KCRW_08_Popular_Mechanics_For_Lovers.mp3"&gt;Beulah- Popular mechanics for lovers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleepy Jackson- Mourning rain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleepy Jackson- Good dancers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nancy Sinatra- Bang bang (my baby shot me down)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Regurgitator- I will lick your asshole&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Regurgitator- Track one (its the name of the song, trust me)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Cat Empire- The Car Song&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Cat Empire- 1-4-5&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Cat Empire- Beanni&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.epitonic.com/songstreamer?coid=108484&amp;amp;bbadd=yes"&gt;White Stripes- Jimmy the exploder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;White Stripes- The hardest button to button&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;White Stripes- Hypnotize&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Beatles- Hey jude&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Beatles- Back in the USSR&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brass4you.com/musi/yellowsubmarine.ram"&gt;The Beatles- Yellow submarine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Beatles- Everybodys got something to hide&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Beatles- Why dont we do it in the road?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.salientminds.com/topten/music/Beastie%20Boys%20-%20Sabotage.mp3"&gt;Beastie Boys- Sabotage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beastie Boys- Paul revere&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beastie Boys- Brass Monkey&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beastie Boys- Funky Boss&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beastie Boys- B-boys bouillassie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beastie Boys- Car Theif&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jamiroquai- Canned heat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jamiroquai- Virtual insanity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jamiroquai- Supersonic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jamiroquai- You gimme something&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snow Patrol- Run&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spiderbait- Cracker&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spiderbait- Four on the floor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spiderbait- Calypso&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spiderbait- Old man sam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At the drive-in- Arc arsenal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At the drive-in- Alpha centuari&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cold Chisel- Khe Sahn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Doors- Touch me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Doors- Riders on the storm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Art Blakey- Hank's symphony&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Polyphonic Spree- Hold me now&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Machine Gun Fellatio- Hollywood&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Mars Volta- Inertiatic esp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nine Inch Nales- The Perfect Drug&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Prodigy- Smack my bitch up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Prodigy- Funky shit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Queen- Bohemian Rhapsody&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Transplants- Weigh on my mind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Transplants- Sad but true&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Transplants- Gangsters and thugs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reel Big Fish- Kiss me deadly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tokyo Ska Parade- Tetris&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jeff Buckley- Hallelueah (i have no idea how to spell it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lynard Skynard- Sweet home alabama&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow, what a massive list... sorry if i haven't mentioned a really kewl band but i rushed this list and yeah. I might finish doing some download links later, but now i cant be bothered at all. Stay cool folks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&gt;jim&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-112332301630934972?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112332301630934972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=112332301630934972' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112332301630934972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112332301630934972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/08/yeah-ive-been-everywhere-man-across.html' title='Yeah, i&apos;ve been everywhere man, across the desert and back man'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-112314945757907341</id><published>2005-08-04T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T02:57:37.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The roots and the radicals</title><content type='html'>God what a crazy couple of weeks. The group just gets weirder and weirder. Firstly it was me and marty just at the back chillin, but now i dont know what's going on. everyone has seemed to mature over the last couple of days, its super awesome. Laura and ross have been going out, and then today i found out that shaun and tess are too, and same with elisha and michael. Wow we all used to be such freakin cave people, what happened?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway things are going great at the moment, keep it up people. Its good to see everyone happy again. What else has happened... think jimmy think oh jeez i dont know i had coco pops for breakfast and it was really good until i had a phone call from the father, then after we stopped talking about nothing my coco pops had absorbed the milk and it tasted like crap.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm what else... oh yeah i just caught the train home for once and then me and dav bought some LCMs and greasy chips and just played time crisis 2 all afternoon. Then on the walk home i just listened to rancid and then got home and talked to my dog and listened to more music.&lt;br /&gt;Shit i just realised how much i listen to music, its crazy. Maybe i should go on a music-strike... or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i've run out of things to say. Maybe i should wait a little while before posting again. Ahhh i dunno just stay cool.&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;em&gt;song of the day&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;Jerry's Kids&lt;/strong&gt; - break the mould#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-112314945757907341?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112314945757907341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=112314945757907341' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112314945757907341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112314945757907341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/08/roots-and-radicals.html' title='The roots and the radicals'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-112306396887499500</id><published>2005-08-03T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T03:12:48.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I used to be a stereotype</title><content type='html'>Three days into the week and things are running smoothly. Yes, everyone is now back to normal again, and i'm enjoying it while it lasts!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has actually happened around the chill-area, recess it was just me standing around talking to random people, then at lunchtime me and beef were checking out the chill-factor of different areas. The two seats started at 8, then as people came by it got to a measly 2 (out of 10). Jesus christ tonight i told my mum i wanted the computer at 7:30 on the freakin dot, and she's all "ok i'll make sure of that" then at 7:30 she says that she wants another ten minutes to sort out some photos noone wants to look at then ten minutes later and stand next to the computer for a while but then shes like "ahhhh god james cant you be patient? i'm only twenty freakin minutes over, so fucking what???" And now shes pissed. I think its that flu going around, it drives people maaad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i had photography and me and the group developed some awesome photos. It was pretty boring becuz we did absolutely nothing apart from shake some container for two periods, but still, some great results.&lt;br /&gt;In my two glorious periods of english today i just went to the library for some relaxing and iPod time becuz our english teacher is away and our subs dont give a shit what we do, its brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap absolutely no-one is on msn after my battle to get on the computer. Thanks a lot people. I'm melting in my own boredom, and my last resort is to do some blogging. I know noone else has been, so why dont i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats about it, just more things to say about my boring days and boring nights, but after all, its what we live for.&lt;br /&gt;Stay cool folks and stay tuned for another wacky adventure!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jim&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;em&gt;song of the day&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;The Cure - &lt;/strong&gt;10:15 saturday night# This is now my favourite song and everyone should hear it. I've been getting into the cure sooo much lately. My poor cure cd is dusted from years of ignorance. I dont know what i was last listening to... probably the misfits or the descendants i dont know. Just dowload the fucking song, you'll love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-112306396887499500?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112306396887499500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=112306396887499500' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112306396887499500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112306396887499500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-used-to-be-stereotype.html' title='I used to be a stereotype'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-112278163294805150</id><published>2005-07-30T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T20:47:12.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Either depression or ranting happiness was on the menu</title><content type='html'>Well hello there,&lt;br /&gt;Last night was julias party, and in my opinion, rocked!!! I was only gonna drink a few, but i had too much and Jim has a hangover please please help. The night was one to remember, and one to forget. There were a few incidents that lowered the mood of the party, but things went back to normal later on in the night. I dont really know what was going on, i was too busy inviting Mick to my pants party and doing the can-can with people (cant remember). I slept over at Sam's place, and during the walk home, there were so drunken guys close by, so we started running. Then a car drives beside us veeery slowly and we were shitting ourselves but we managed to get home for some good rest (not that i got any sleep but oh well).&lt;br /&gt;Then this morning we went back to the party which was still rolling, but with very few people, and we were all very tired so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday (during the day) was pretty awesome to the max. I had marty, laura and dav come over to watch anchorman on dvd, and we had crappy noodles for lunch, then we went to davs for chillouts and lawn bowls on tv then we went to the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well over all, a kick ass party, and i really enjoyed myself and i'm about to collapse right now because i'm tired... haha see you all tomorrow, i cant wait for everyone to be embarrased around each other!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;em&gt;song of the day&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;misfits&lt;/strong&gt; - this magic moment# The singer's voice on this track has been deformed or something... it sounds awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i'm gonna go have a cold shower.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-112278163294805150?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112278163294805150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=112278163294805150' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112278163294805150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112278163294805150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/07/either-depression-or-ranting-happiness.html' title='Either depression or ranting happiness was on the menu'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-112253195316720554</id><published>2005-07-27T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T23:25:53.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dial 999 if you really want the truth</title><content type='html'>Ahhh thursday is definantly one of my favourite days of the week. Lets see... double maths with Mr Stuart as a sub... BLUDGE! Double photography, which included taking photos of eric being a sailor and me giving him 'the bird'. Then multimedia, practically just a socialising opportunity, and some extra time to listen to some Rancid. Everyones psyched about julias party, and my parents are actually letting me go to it! Ahhh now i cant wait cuz i'll just be chilling (what more could you expect?). I shall see you all there.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday someone stole my school jacket and probably is wearing it at the moment, wondering why it smells like tacos. I brought my jumper (that everyones seen) to keep me alive. Today was pretty cold if you ask me...&lt;br /&gt;Haha yesterday we were in the usual chill-out area, and all of the freaking sudden, the pipes started spurting out steaming paint. We were all like "shiiit" and i was like "haha our schools pov"... well it is!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ahh i cant wait till saturday me and marty are going on a badge spree!!! For those who dont know what the hell i'm on about, we're buying a hell of a lot of pin badges at 'off ya tree'. Oh yes. They just brought in less than jake badges so i'm gettin like 20... pity i have no money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Took the 60 busout of downtown Cambell. Ben Zanotto, he was on there he was waitin' for me". This first line of rancid's 'roots radical' was stuck in my head all freakin day and until i just looked the lyrics up then, i only knew "took the 60 bus out of downtown". Can you imagine that one lyric being stuck in your head all day? Hell i tell you. Hell. WEll believe it or not that song is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;em&gt;song of the day&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;Rancid &lt;/strong&gt;- roots radical# Great song, even if you've never liked punk, you'll love this. Its so catchy and awesome and... oh for fucks sake, JUST DOWNLOAD IT!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay cool, suckas.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-112253195316720554?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112253195316720554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=112253195316720554' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112253195316720554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112253195316720554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/07/dial-999-if-you-really-want-truth.html' title='Dial 999 if you really want the truth'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-112236296913328775</id><published>2005-07-26T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T01:36:13.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your face is momentary, you hide your face behind these scars</title><content type='html'>Well i dont think anyones seen my last post, but its been two days and i want to make a new one. First of all, a big "helloooo!" to Lucy for the occasion of meeting for the first time. I still need to meet Tim sometime... i'm sure the day will come, but maybe it'll be years and years when Tim's skanking on my grave. In time my good friend, in time.&lt;br /&gt;Theres this Julia party thats happening this saturday. Andy said she'd gotten me an invite, but then i didn't get one, so i really don't know whats going on... oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Some may know that i attempted to go on a water strike (not drinking water). A long time ago i lasted two days, and my recent attempt only lasted one day because i looked up the side-effects and now i'm drinking water like a hyper-active sea otter. Still, i reckon two days is a decent effort...&lt;br /&gt;I have been soooo obsessed with my trashy punk songs lately. The ultimate trash punk bands are The Misfits and The Descendants. If you want to see what these guys are all about, download Hybrid moments- Misfits, and Coffee Mug- Descendants. I love these songs.&lt;br /&gt;School was very boring as usual, but atleast we got to play street hockey. That was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;More chilling occured today, but i do that so often it may as well be called a hobby. We're being kicked out of our old hang-out place, so things aren't really the same... yeah it is a shame.&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome listening to 28 days on the way home. I listened to them on the bus, walking home from the bus stop and i even continued listening to them when i walked in the front door. I must've stood in the hallway and practiced air-bass for like 20 minutes. Freakin' awesome! God i miss my bass......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well don't forget to comment, i wanna know how everyone else's day has been... but i guess i could just go to everyones blog seeing as though everyone has one now... well i guess i am a new blogger...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways stay cool everyone.&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;em&gt;song of the day&lt;/em&gt; -&lt;strong&gt; Descendants&lt;/strong&gt; - Coffee mug# Just a crazy psycho song. You'll love it and hate it at the same time, its brilliant!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jim&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned!!! (wow its been ages since i've said that)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-112236296913328775?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112236296913328775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=112236296913328775' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112236296913328775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112236296913328775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/07/your-face-is-momentary-you-hide-your.html' title='Your face is momentary, you hide your face behind these scars'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-112219838209266894</id><published>2005-07-24T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T02:46:22.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick up the pieces</title><content type='html'>Hello people!&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty cool. Me, Marty, Elisha and Michael went to see flight of the phoenix and it was awesome!!! There was this guy that sounded like Seth it was funny as. Then afterwards we just went to jb-hifi and stared at cd's for a while then came home.&lt;br /&gt;disclaimer-IF YOU ARE ABOUT TO SEE THIS MOVIE DONT READ THE FOLLOWING CAUSE IM TELLING YOU PARTS OF THE MOVIE...Flight of the phoenix had so many mistakes. They were stuck on a desert, right? Well after days and maybe even weeks this guy could use his mobile phone. Freaking long battery life if you ask me. Then they managed to get all these outdoor lights and just magically got electricity from somewhere. Then they come across these guys on camels with guns and they killed these guys but didnt take any of their camels or anything..! Well thats all i can think of, i'm sure theres shitloads more but anyway, it was a good movie.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh school tomorow, i'm not looking foward to it at all. I'm just soooo tired i just want to listen to the ramones all day but i cant... oh well its always good to catch up with the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;See ya all tomorow and enjoy the last seconds of your weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#song of the day - well theres two:&lt;br /&gt;1. Ramones - My brain is hanging upside down. This song has been stuck in my head for about five days. Get it out of my head!!! Oh well its an awesome song, worth chilling to.&lt;br /&gt;2. The Misfits - Latest flame. So far i've only listened to this song once but its really good and i've always loved the misfits. Just got their album, Project 1950 and its freakin awesome!!!#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well sorry i couldn't choose between them. I love my punk, yes i do. If you dont know of the misfits, they are a very trashy old school punk band that had this b-side horror theme about them. All their songs had the fucking worst recording ever but that didn't stop them from being punk legends.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="196" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7260/1225/320/project%201950-%20misfits1.jpg" width="194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-112219838209266894?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112219838209266894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=112219838209266894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112219838209266894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112219838209266894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/07/pick-up-pieces.html' title='Pick up the pieces'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-112209675008432117</id><published>2005-07-22T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T22:36:06.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you gonna shout it from the rooftops honey, tell me i'm the only one</title><content type='html'>It's the perfect day to be blogging, so thats why i'm here.&lt;br /&gt;It's now the weekend and my weekend is now free for anything. Today i've been lounging around and looking up songs, and tonight i'm going to mick's birthday party at like 6 till 9 or something. We're seeing sin city which should be cool..!&lt;br /&gt;I still freakin love that rooster song its so funky and cool and everyone should hear it. Everyone!!! I'd make a link but i dont know how...&lt;br /&gt;I had two hotdogs for lunchies today, and i'm still hungry as... maybe i'll go eat a muffin. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official: this weekend im hiring anchorman. Oh yes. I've missed out on so much by the sounds of things, i just gotta see it...I'll bet that by the time i watch it no-one will think that movies funny anymore. I'LL BET YOU.&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all thats been happening in the world of jim. It's strange, everyone asks me 'what's been happening in the world of jim'. Everyone asks that to me. Why? WHY!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;If you're looking for a song to download, get magnetic north by less than jake, i still haven't gotten over that song. Its the best. The best!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And if you have more spare time on your hands, read mine and tess's (&lt;a href="http://negativeflow224.blogspot.com"&gt;negative flow&lt;/a&gt;) stories that we have been creating for the past week or so. They are hilarious!!!! (but half of my stories have been done during either headaches or half-asleep situations so dont espect master work).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway stay cool and funky everyone, your all legends for reading my blog. If you want to see how much you dont know me, take my personality quiz ---&gt; and try win. Some questions are impossible. And theres this other quiz i made but its not possible at all unless you like exactly the same music as me... so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jim&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;em&gt;song of the day&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;chemical brothers&lt;/strong&gt; - the boxer# I've always loved techno shit, and when this new track came out from push teh button i was like "whoa this is the shit i want!!!". So its brilliant, funky and original. Get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7260/1225/1600/Art%20Blakey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7260/1225/320/Art%20Blakey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Art Blakey. He's my fucking hero. He was one of the greatest drummers of all time, and played for a jazz band called the messangers. If you want to hear his full potential, listen to a song called 'hanks symphony'. Theres like a 3 minute drum solo. Another drummer worth checking out is Neil Pert who played for a band called Rush. Some of their songs are ok, but theres a 8-minute drum solo you can downolad. It's fraeking awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;No, i dont play drums or percussion myself, i just love the sound of drums, thats all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-112209675008432117?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112209675008432117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=112209675008432117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112209675008432117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112209675008432117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/07/are-you-gonna-shout-it-from-rooftops.html' title='Are you gonna shout it from the rooftops honey, tell me i&apos;m the only one'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-112202984701702123</id><published>2005-07-22T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T03:57:27.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The adventures of Ron and Jimmy (part 6)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7260/1225/1600/cat-play2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7260/1225/320/cat-play2.gif" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well if you witnessed the insanity of part 5, you would have known that Ron and Jimmy grew wings and flew away to safety! And that they did. They flew 15 times around the world for days until they got really tired and flew right into a freaking jet! They were all like "oh what a bummer we're dead'.&lt;br /&gt;Their souls were then sent up to the clouds and they aproached the gate to heaven. They saw some saint dude, and they were like "hey are we in heaven or not" and the saint was like "no screw you guys you'll rot in hell!"&lt;br /&gt;They were sent deep down into the pits of hell where they encountered some cat-like thing.&lt;br /&gt;"Ahh are you the arrivals?" asked the cat.&lt;br /&gt;"Why yes we are," said Jimmy. "Nice accomadation you have here. Are you the devil or something?"&lt;br /&gt;"Why yes i am" said the cat. He showed ron and jimmy around the place, and then decided that hell wasn't really the eternity they were looking for. "Hey satan, my man, what chances do we have of getting into heaven?" Satan (the cat thing) was all like "Well you have to do one good deed in 12 hours, and if you do so you go to heaven. If not, you come back here and talk to the Peanut Man for the rest of your life."&lt;br /&gt;So they took on this challenge and were sent back up to reality. "Let's see" said Ron. "good deed, good deed..." They had no clue what to do until they saw their old pal Harry. "sup harry we need to do a good deed." "Well," said harry "You could like steal from the poor to give to the rich.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that idea was brilliant and ron and jimmy went right onto their new mission. "Let's see, whos poor with things to steal?" pondered Ron. "Ah i know! Lets steal from Russel Crowe, he must be poor because no-one likes him!!! "Hey yeah!" said jimmy. "Now, if we were russel crowe, where would we be..?"&lt;br /&gt;Their first conclusion was boganland (outside the border of russia), but then it hit them- OF COURSE! The supreme court! He's always in strife for eating a lot of fetus's!!!&lt;br /&gt;So ron and jimmy packed their bags and made a flight to the supreme court.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;days later&lt; "OK were here" They caught up with russel crowe and stole from him all he is worth, and flew off to Bill Gate's house.&lt;br /&gt;Knock knock. Bill Gates answered the door and he was naked as usual and he took the money. "Why thank you little children you are just adorable" and he scuttered off in his private tank.&lt;br /&gt;Well, good deed done. Now to face the cat thing.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey cat thing" said Jimmy. "good freakin deed done, can we leave now? I'm already sick of the sight of the fucking peanut man." "yeah woteva" said the cat. "leave, i hate jewish people"&lt;br /&gt;So they arrived in heaven and lived a very joyful life eating lots of tacos and hamburgers, listening to rooster's come get some over and over, and watching re-runs of dharma and greg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was my lame story. I'd like to give credit to tess for the concept of 'steal from the poor and give to the rich', and also to marty for coming up with russel crowe always being in the surpreme court! Without you guys, my story would just be about half-born babies talking about the fond memories of WWII. Anyway, thanks for reading (even though you didn't) and&lt;br /&gt;OVER TO YOU TESS!&lt;br /&gt;#song of the freakin day -&lt;strong&gt; Rooster&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;em&gt; come get some&lt;/em&gt;#  today was the rooster marathon. Me and tess wanted to see how many times we could listen to this song in one day. 15 was the record, but it was the best we could do so GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-112202984701702123?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112202984701702123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=112202984701702123' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112202984701702123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112202984701702123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/07/adventures-of-ron-and-jimmy-part-6.html' title='The adventures of Ron and Jimmy (part 6)'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-112193516110327697</id><published>2005-07-21T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T02:03:07.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday unveiled... who cares this time?</title><content type='html'>Hello there,&lt;br /&gt;All rise for Judge Jim.&lt;br /&gt;Judge Jim: you may be seated. Today was another 'stand around and chill' day and im sure my life will stay like that forever. Marty found the best chill spot, and i would like to apologize to marty for underestimating him. That spot rocked! But tomorow, we'll be in the same old place...&lt;br /&gt;After school i bought less than jake's album, 'anthem'. Its freakin brilliant but 'hello rockview' is still the greatest album ever. I am going raving mad without my precious bass. I can hear it talk to me when i'm sleeping: "Jim, pick me up. PICK ME UP!" But i know it isn't really there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are wondering (tim for one) i have absolutely no brothers or sisters. I am 100% free man, and proud. Everyone say 'good luck' to tim's ska band he told me about, i'll support you the whole way man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the usual routine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Wake up in a daze&lt;/span&gt;, forget what day it is,&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; pack the shittest lunch you've ever seen&lt;/span&gt;, take the city bus to school with the iPod cranked high, &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;get of at the stop and pimp it towarrds the school&lt;/span&gt;, say hi to the fellow chumps (happy b'day mick!),&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; go meet the others down south and put up with tess's morning insanity&lt;/span&gt;, chill with the m-man for a bit,&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; go to class&lt;/span&gt;, chill at recess, &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;pimp back to class&lt;/span&gt;, ignore everything Ms. Johnson says,&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; go to lunch&lt;/span&gt;, feel sick after eating another shit sandwhich, &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;chill a bit more&lt;/span&gt;, talk to the crowd,&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; chill even more&lt;/span&gt;, go back to class, &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;wait insanely for the freakin home bell to go off&lt;/span&gt;, run to the bus stop,&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; go home&lt;/span&gt;, crank the stereo with some ska music or punk, &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;say hi to my dog&lt;/span&gt;, watch skate maps, &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;watch simpsons,&lt;/span&gt; go on computer and get to bed with a brain full of fond memories of my day.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm well everyone has their routine. Ahh soon tonite i'll be having yet another take-away dinner with the spoiling grandma. It's the life. The brilliant fucking life of jimmy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;em&gt;song of the day&lt;/em&gt; -&lt;strong&gt; Rancid&lt;/strong&gt; - spirit of '87# Pretty kewl track, definantly recommended for the punk listeners. I was gonna choose another less than jake song for song of the day but you're all probably sick to death of me rabbling on about them. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jim&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-112193516110327697?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112193516110327697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=112193516110327697' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112193516110327697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112193516110327697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/07/thursday-unveiled-who-cares-this-time.html' title='Thursday unveiled... who cares this time?'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-112185036290383402</id><published>2005-07-20T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T02:06:02.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner for one</title><content type='html'>Ahh it feels like i own the house today because no-one else will be home till tomorow!!! So i'm putting some stir-fry in the microwave and i'll bet i'll either keep it in for too little, or overcook it. I really suck at cooking, even though i'm learning how to.&lt;br /&gt;I felt a bit quiet today at school, probably because i'm always tired for no reason. Well, people just think i'm stoned so i'll just go along with what they think is wrong with me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time i watched 'freddy got fingered' and its awesome to the max, but revolting at times. I wont spoil the fun though. He had advice from a cartoonist about drawing animals, and the cartoonist was like 'you need to get inside the animal', and Tom Green took it a bit literally if you know what i mean... ewwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get any more food poisoning today, but for a split second at lunch i was SURE my sandwhich was filled with cat food. Science has proven that 99% of that sandwhich was just tuna, with a quote "Jim, you freakin moron"- anonymous, but it did taste like cat food! I want the scientific blueprints that that was tuna that humans eat. I WANT IT DAMMIT!!! Sorry i'm so agro ever since i saw freddy got fingered, its a life-changing movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography is officially the shittest thing to ever happen in the history of the universe. Yes it is true, and you dont take pictures, you talk about shutters for 2 weeks and maybe you get to take a photo of a tree on the last week, i dont know, but in the near future, dont choose it as an elective. I'm sure many victims will agree.&lt;br /&gt;Well thanks to my usual 'bad memory' i've now missed 'neighbours' again. Ahh i love that show!!! Oh well next time.&lt;br /&gt;Out of things to discuss. Drive home safely, unless your a homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jim&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;em&gt;song of the day&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;Blink 182&lt;/strong&gt; - the party song#&lt;br /&gt;i've always been into blink, no matter how much they're sellouts or losers these days. I love the old stuff, and i've been a fan since dude ranch came out. So there, dowload the track its kewl, and its playable at partys believe it or not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-112185036290383402?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112185036290383402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=112185036290383402' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112185036290383402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112185036290383402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/07/dinner-for-one.html' title='Dinner for one'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-112176598510637703</id><published>2005-07-19T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T03:08:12.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn you, Windex!</title><content type='html'>Wow today was surely a strange one,&lt;br /&gt;This morning i had a sore throat and nose, but i took some panadol i found and it was all good. I got to school and everyone was friendly as usual to the confused and dazzled Jim. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;And some of you may already know this, but i almost got food poisoning (or drink poisoning) from one of my daily blue pop tops. How unexpected. At recess i was sweating and shaking for no reason and i almost threw up on people, and then lunchtime there was more sweating and confusing encounters, but i ended up fine once i got home. What a freakin' day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still into the almighty ska. I had one comment (thanx dav) saying to keep ska alive, so we're on the right track people!!! Everyone check out this band The Specials, they're like ska kings.&lt;br /&gt;Less Than Jake are still my favourite band, if you were still wondering (which you probably weren't) but for everyone with zero less than jake on their computer or whatever...&lt;br /&gt;DOWLOAD SOME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i have nothing to say, so i'll keep it short for my conclusion: The adventures of ron and jimmy rock! Lets go tess, awwww yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy over and out. C'yaz all later, hopefully i'm not fully sick from the food poisoning!!!&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;em&gt;song of the day&lt;/em&gt; - Cheers theme -&lt;strong&gt; Less Than Jake&lt;/strong&gt;#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a strange picture of me with some birds for anyone who doesn't know who the fuck i am (which is very common these days):&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7260/1225/320/Badger%200601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7260/1225/1600/Badger%20060.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-112176598510637703?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112176598510637703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=112176598510637703' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112176598510637703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112176598510637703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/07/damn-you-windex.html' title='Damn you, Windex!'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-112168395253396382</id><published>2005-07-18T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T03:52:32.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The adventures of Jim and Ron (pt4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7260/1225/1600/Toaster.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7260/1225/320/Toaster.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well if you read part 3 of this wonderful series, you'd know that Ron and jimmy were safe from insanity and were eating hotdogs at the Grand Canyon listening to silverchairs the greatest view. Well they were enjoying themselves very much and were celebrating the war of random being over... but all of the sudden, this &lt;em&gt;giant freaking flying toaster&lt;/em&gt; appears out on nowhere!!! "wow" said Ron. "what the hell is that?" the toaster then spoke. "Well long story short i'm from the future and i want your brains" Well that wasn't the best thing to happen but still, they had to accept fate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"HALT!" said a stranger out of no-where. "My name is Tmac and i've come here to stop this toaster from taking you brains!" Ron and Jimmy were very happy, though very confused. "Why thank you Tmac thats very kind of you" said Jimmy. Tmac sent in all the troops. Yes ALL of them. From out of nowhere, there came tPods, t Balls, t mac computers, and a hell of a lot of t spoons! The toaster fell to the ground in defeat, and the day was saved... but wait, is it really? Actually it wasn't, because Jim and Ron's hotdog supply was all out, and they were starving!!! "well what can you do?" asked Ron to Tmac. "Well," said Tmac. "I'm afraid i dont specialise in hotdogs" and she ran away like a turkey with A.D.D. "well that sucks" said Jimmy. "What the hell are we going to do now?" So they jumped down the grand canyon and visited their friend Tacoman. "Hey taco man, do you sell any hotdogs?" asked Ron. "Fuck no i'm a bloody tacoman" he said. Well that idea sucked. And all of the sudden it started raining hotdogs and then for some reason Hotel California started playing because it seemed like the right moment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well that was my very short episode of Ron and Jimmy, and i'd like to thank T.Spoon (tess) for giving me the idea of putting herself in the story!!! If the story sucked, dont blame me, i had a headache tonight... &lt;em&gt;now its your turn Tess!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&gt;jim&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-112168395253396382?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112168395253396382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=112168395253396382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112168395253396382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112168395253396382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/07/adventures-of-jim-and-ron-pt4.html' title='The adventures of Jim and Ron (pt4)'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-112167514490910463</id><published>2005-07-18T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T01:25:44.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Extra salt with my sugar</title><content type='html'>Aha i knew you'd read my blog! Yes you!!! Well glad to see you too. I started the week with more science which is very crap cuz our teacher doesn't know how to teach. We did p.e and it was just a lesson of my group trying to do nothing. And we proved to be able to do just that... nothing!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, more chill out seesions today with the crew which i enjoy most out of every week. Stu dropped marty's iPod and Marty was so kewl with handling the situation. On'ya marty!!!&lt;br /&gt;My grandma is real kewl with looking after me while parents are out on random road trip. $5 a day for nothing is pretty reasonable, and whenever i want a cd, good ol' grandma gets it for me. The next two weeks will be brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aahhh on the bus today there were these stoners and they we like as high as a freaking kite it was such a performance. On this one day, they were singing manamana by Skin over and freaking over then on their stopoff they almost crashed running to the exit door. Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as usual i'm running out of things to write except for "keep ska alive!"&lt;br /&gt;Jim is over and out.&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;em&gt;song of the day&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;The Beatles&lt;/strong&gt; - Obla-di obla-da# 'Tis a kewl song highly recommended for people who have ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-112167514490910463?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112167514490910463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=112167514490910463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112167514490910463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112167514490910463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/07/extra-salt-with-my-sugar.html' title='Extra salt with my sugar'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-112155324486250620</id><published>2005-07-16T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T15:34:04.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The adventures of Jim and Ron (pt2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7260/1225/1600/mr%20fruity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7260/1225/320/mr%20fruity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there lived a man who went by the name of Mr Fruity. He owned the fruit factory and earned a lot of money for it. Then one day during the process of their new apple project, everything went horribly wrong!!! Mr Fruity then saw that two little boys were created!&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my" said Mr Fruity. "we cant have that"&lt;br /&gt;Then the two boys introduced themselves as Ron and Jimmy the jewish boy. "I think we're on a mission from God" said Ron. "To protect your factory from any inconvienience"&lt;br /&gt;Mr Fruity was very pleased that he has blessed two boys. "Well" he said. "What are you waiting for?"&lt;br /&gt;So the little boys scuttred around the place and made sure that there was no trouble.&lt;br /&gt;"Nope," said little jimmy. "Everything seems A-OK"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to the untrained eye that is! To their surprise, they had a visit from Mr Fruity's arch enemy from down the road! It was The Peanut Guy who owned the nut factory! Oh, they had been enemy's now for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;"What the hell do you want" asked Mr Fruity. Ron and Jimmy sprung at Peanut guy like some sort of magical slinky, but the peanut man was too strong.&lt;br /&gt;"H!" he said. "Your jewish powers are was too puny for me!"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh crap" said Mr Fruity. "Well shit, looks like thats the end..."&lt;br /&gt;But what Mr Fruity didn't know was that the Penaut Man was alergic to jewish people, and he died!&lt;br /&gt;"Yay! yay! yay!" "Whoopee!" "yee-haw!" You could hear the celebrations all around the street. God bless jewsih people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait, that wasn't the last of Peanut Man's powers... oh no. He had many minions, all of which werewalking talking peanuts! In the distance everyone could hear marching and chanting...&lt;br /&gt;"Aw crap" said Ron. "what do we do now?"&lt;br /&gt;They had no choice but to die, but that wasn't exactly at the top of Mr Fruity's must-do list. So he summoned all the fruit in the world to stop those darn peanuts from attacking, and before you knew it, it was (yet another) massive fruity war! Oh it was absolute mayhem, ice-skating otters everywhere, fish killing everything, it was like a re-run of Will and Grace. But after 13 solid days of non-stop war, the world was at an end. The earth had cracked in half and was about to be obliterated. the last survivers were- who else? But Ron and Jimmy. And they somehow build a really big rocket and flew to some other planet and were safe for yet another adventure!!!&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was my story! It was actually part 2 of Tess's brilliant story, but she gave me the idea to do another. I hope you liked it, and i'm sure one day part 3 will come. One day...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hows my weekend you ask? Well, you shouldn't of, it was pretty crap. Yesterday it was house cleaning and that was freakin hard, but then i went to Eastland with a friend and that got me out of the house. Today i dont think i'm doing anything, so i'll just bludge and eat tacos.&lt;br /&gt;My grandma is coming over today to look after me and the house because my parents left for 2 weeks this morning!!! They woke me up at 6:00 am to say goodbye and i was just like "Aarrgghh leave me to rot please". Well anyway, stay tuned, i'll keep you updated soon on how crap school is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;em&gt;song of the day&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;Less Than Jake&lt;/strong&gt; - Magnetic North# I'm getting back into the ol' Less Than Jake... actually, i dont think i ever stopped liking them... anyway, download it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jimmy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-112155324486250620?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112155324486250620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=112155324486250620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112155324486250620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112155324486250620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/07/adventures-of-jim-and-ron-pt2.html' title='The adventures of Jim and Ron (pt2)'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-112142899155986846</id><published>2005-07-15T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T05:03:11.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jim's triumphant journey home</title><content type='html'>Well well well... its friday and i have nothing planned except for waving my parents goodbye. Today was my mums birthday and i had to sit through the movie Willow for 2 hours. Aaaarrrgghhhh.... well weekends always cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;Well today was a waste of time. I dont think i learned anything today apart from how high pitched Michael Jackson's voice is on &lt;em&gt;Black or White.&lt;/em&gt; You have to know these facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are now watching Iron Chef which is the best show ever. Once they had these eels and they were like throwing them around and i'm like "holy sweet jesus!" and jesus was like "yes, you called?" HAHAHAHA i'm sooo funny.&lt;br /&gt;Shit i'm running outta things to say day by day. Soon i'll start talking about how shit my Nutrigrains taste like... and how massive my dad's sideburns are gettin... and how weird my dog sounds when she's asleep. But i wont bore you...&lt;br /&gt;Well that about sums up this post. Still short, but i dont freakin care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#song of the day- any suggetsions? nothing pops into mind but Black or White, and i dont want that song on my blog two days in a row. Best suggestion wins#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enjoy your weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-112142899155986846?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112142899155986846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=112142899155986846' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112142899155986846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112142899155986846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/07/jims-triumphant-journey-home.html' title='Jim&apos;s triumphant journey home'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-112133661209094114</id><published>2005-07-14T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T03:23:32.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh good to be back... i think</title><content type='html'>Well we are all back at school. I can say once and for all that it kinda sucks, because i've had like double maths and triple science, but new electives are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Photography- bludge. Multimedia- double bludge. It's the life i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Today we were all out sitting on that table, and therewere like people throwing acorns or something. One of them hit me on the neck. These teachers said they were gonna look at the footage and see what happened, but who fucking cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else has happened? Nothing much i dont think. Today was a really crap day for me, becuz everyone was actin kinda weird to me but thats the sacrifice you get for being Jim. Well, hopefully tomorrow is a little more normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sunday my parents are leaving for two weeks on some road trip. My grandparents are lookin after me, but its still a good opportunity to live life to the fullest. I considered Limbo Day for a little while, but i think too many peolple have bad backs these days.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna learn to make tacos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, stay tuned becuz hopefully something exciting will happen and i will tell everyone, but for now, i'm bloody bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jim&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;em&gt;song of the day&lt;/em&gt; -&lt;strong&gt; Michael Jackson&lt;/strong&gt; - Black and white#&lt;br /&gt;Usually i dont listen to men with girly voices, but i saw this song on the tv and it was cool as... plus, he did that high pitched "&lt;em&gt;Hee-hi-hi&lt;/em&gt;" that rove took off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned fuckas!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-112133661209094114?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112133661209094114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=112133661209094114' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112133661209094114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112133661209094114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/07/ahhh-good-to-be-back-i-think.html' title='Ahhh good to be back... i think'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-112107833463773470</id><published>2005-07-11T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T03:38:54.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obla-di obla-da life goes on</title><content type='html'>Well hello there,&lt;br /&gt;Today was the day we got back to school, and the timetable hasn't changed for my form. Triple science every second monday. I'm bloody pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was good catching up with the crew. Everyone sure does act funny the first day back... i wonder why. Oh well i'll figure it out soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get a single minute of sleep last night and everytime i blinked the next day my eyes stinged. Oh the pain. I had many more comments about me being a stoner, but you get that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well believe it or not but once again i have nothing to say, because all day i've been half-asleep. I came home, made a massive milo, watched 'skate maps', watched some other crap, listened to some jazzy-jazz-jazz stuff, watched the simpsons, watched my precious neighbours and stoned away for a while and that leaves me to the conclusion. Well, i cant be bothered writing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah fuck you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;em&gt;song of the day&lt;/em&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Art Blakey&lt;/strong&gt; - Moanin'# I dont care what you say, Art is one of the best drummers there ever was and i'd put Hanks Symphony as song of the day again becuz it rocks so much, but that would be defying the laws of gravity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-112107833463773470?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112107833463773470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=112107833463773470' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112107833463773470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112107833463773470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/07/obla-di-obla-da-life-goes-on.html' title='Obla-di obla-da life goes on'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-112090377485919564</id><published>2005-07-09T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T03:09:34.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All out of coffee, just plain cream</title><content type='html'>Well hello there,&lt;br /&gt;Today was just another bore-fest with doritos and family guy dvds, but yesterday i went with omar and dd to see War of the Worlds. Tom Cruise didn't die, and i was really pissed. I won't spoil the ending, but it was weeeeird.&lt;br /&gt;Then dd was catching the bus home and he had no idea where to go, so omar told him to go the oppisate direction so this very minute he's probably in Amsterdam or some shit.&lt;br /&gt;Then the omar and i went back to my house and we played Pro Evolution Soccer all day and i won 10-0. Very proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, one day left of holidays. I'm shittin myself because i have nothing planned and i wanna go out with a 'bang!'. Maybe i'll go shoot some squirrels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, i'm still in my punkish mood. I've been getting into the classic punk bands: Descendants, Misfits, NoFX, MxPx, Blink 182 (only the old stuff - dont be dissin the blink) and some Rancid.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, i have to say this for my sake. Punk isn't dead yet, so FUCKING BUY A RANCID ALBUM OR SUTHIN BECUZ I'M ROTTING IN MY OWN FILTH HERE. I think martys still keepin it alive, but i need more. Yeah thats the spirtit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jim&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned mofo suckers!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;em&gt;song of the day&lt;/em&gt; -&lt;strong&gt; The Descenedants&lt;/strong&gt; - I like food#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7260/1225/320/everything%20sux-%20descendants.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-112090377485919564?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112090377485919564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=112090377485919564' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112090377485919564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112090377485919564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/07/all-out-of-coffee-just-plain-cream.html' title='All out of coffee, just plain cream'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-112077960001719459</id><published>2005-07-07T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T16:40:00.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonus fat</title><content type='html'>Oh hello, didn't see you there,&lt;br /&gt;I was just stopping by in the neighbourhood, but while i'm here i might as well write something!&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually, i dont have much to write. Yesterday DD and I went down to Box Hill to play some counter-strike, and everyone was on like 30 kills and i was on -1, so you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;So many nerds, so little time...&lt;br /&gt;Then i was gonna go back to dd's, but my brain was aching and i'd been listening to more Misfits that morning, so i just went to chill at home. Today i'm going to the movies with dd and OMAR (who we all know in spirit) and go watch a random movie. One day i'll own the cinemas so that they play nothing but Kill Bill and Waynes World. It will happen. Oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, go read &lt;a href="http://negativeflow224.blogspot.com"&gt;Tess's&lt;/a&gt; story about me being a little jewish boy its really amusing.&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm ready to wrap up this bore-fest, so see you in the afterlife... where tacos overrule mankind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;em&gt;song of the day&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;MxP&lt;/strong&gt;x - New York to nowhere#&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned mofos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-112077960001719459?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112077960001719459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=112077960001719459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112077960001719459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112077960001719459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/07/bonus-fat.html' title='Bonus fat'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-112069337084907109</id><published>2005-07-06T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T16:42:50.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the institution for me...</title><content type='html'>Well hello there,&lt;br /&gt;Wow, my brain is so mental from my recent visit to Stu's house. I walked in the door and already i could feel the musk of insanity. He showed me around and asked me if i wanted to look at turds in the backyard. Stupid question... i said yes.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i wont go into detail of the turds, but then we just went on his computer and yeah but i can't get the turds outta my head!!!&lt;br /&gt;And then i exited Stu's fortress for my triumphent journey home, and from inside Stu was grinning and waving at me until i was out of sight. I had nightmares that night...&lt;br /&gt;I cought the bus home and there was this old guy driving and he tried talking to me but i was listening to The Misfits on my iPod so i was like "Uh-huh""Yep i agree".&lt;br /&gt;Then i came home and my mum told me she wanted to thump me because i didn't ask how she was feeling (shes been sick for over a month now), and then the whole night she was just pissed and i was just listening to my precious new MxPx cd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that just about leaves me to today where i plan to stay at a friends house and tomorrow me, DD, and Omar might go to the movies. Ah, the life of a Jim.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7260/1225/1600/safe_sex.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thats been my last few days, and i'm now learning how to play a ton of NOFX songs on bass cuz they're easy.&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;em&gt;song of the week&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;Rancid&lt;/strong&gt; - Maxwell Murder#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jim&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned fuckas!!!!!!!! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7260/1225/320/safe_sex1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-112069337084907109?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112069337084907109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=112069337084907109' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112069337084907109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112069337084907109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/07/back-to-institution-for-me.html' title='Back to the institution for me...'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782792.post-112053190160308353</id><published>2005-07-04T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T19:51:41.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tune in to Sanity FM</title><content type='html'>Hello all!&lt;br /&gt;Whats goin on? I've just been bludging the last couple of days, but am going to Stus for a bit of insanity tomorrow. This holidays, my life has been revolving around Late night with Conan O'Brien. The best fucken show. He has this guest called Triumph the insult comic dog, and he was all like 'i'm gonna poop on your show, Conan.' It was funny at the time...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks a bunch for the top song list, it was really awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it sure has been a while since i bought a cd... if anyone has a request, i may go check it out becuz i'm reeeeally bored....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, i've been learning quite a lot of bass lately, and can play FeelGood inc and a hell of a lot of Blink songs (cuz their bass player cant play for shiiiit), and hopefully i'll get a new bass this december. Ooooh yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm i dont think i have anything else to broadcast, but if something pops into mind, i'll add it to tomorrows blog...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i think marty's moments are retired for my blog, cuz marty cant keep up with me!!!&lt;br /&gt;But song of the day entrys are still a hit in the blog community, so FUCK YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jim&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned fuckas!&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;em&gt;song of the day&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;Weezer&lt;/strong&gt; - My name is Jonas#&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13782792-112053190160308353?l=extracoffee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/112053190160308353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13782792&amp;postID=112053190160308353' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112053190160308353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13782792/posts/default/112053190160308353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extracoffee.blogspot.com/2005/07/tune-in-to-sanity-fm.html' title='Tune in to Sanity FM'/><author><name>jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17390858702020605912</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><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
