<?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-3618317624452651607</id><updated>2011-09-29T23:02:58.128+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I Learnt Something New Every Day</title><subtitle type='html'>"You learn something new every day."
This is my blog where I write down at least one thing I learn every day.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652311994179275982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dxqQMtMhe-c/ToRsanlVsfI/AAAAAAAAAK8/NMn4-0r5Xgg/s220/319075_10150301263330168_680345167_8300540_352168568_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618317624452651607.post-8220285565645981773</id><published>2008-04-27T19:29:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T19:40:56.930+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Month-Long Absence.</title><content type='html'>Well, I haven't recorded anything about what I've learnt for the past month.
There are many reasons behind this, but I don't really want to talk about it on a random blog.

Despite not recording anything I've learnt, I really did learn something new every day.

Something I've learnt during this year is that not every new thing I learn is interesting or significant or poetic. In fact,  a lot of the things I've learnt are barely worth writing down.

I've also learnt that life isn't always interesting or significant or poetic. I mean, sometimes life is great, but sometimes it's ugly, it's not like the movies, it doesn't fit, the good guy loses. It's not magical, it's not a giant metaphor where we all learn from our mistakes.
But then, sometimes it is.

I guess at the moment I'm just feeling like I lack purpose. I'm in a rut. One I thought I'd been getting out of, but that only seems to have worsened.

But I'm still learning, new things, every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618317624452651607-8220285565645981773?l=ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/8220285565645981773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618317624452651607&amp;postID=8220285565645981773' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default/8220285565645981773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default/8220285565645981773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/2008/04/month-long-absence.html' title='Month-Long Absence.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652311994179275982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dxqQMtMhe-c/ToRsanlVsfI/AAAAAAAAAK8/NMn4-0r5Xgg/s220/319075_10150301263330168_680345167_8300540_352168568_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618317624452651607.post-1300252385470844014</id><published>2008-03-26T22:00:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T22:47:33.048+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Udpate... Update, even.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Okay, so clearly I'm not going to update this blog every day. But that is okay. The main reason I'm blogging the things I learn is just in case I lose my diary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;

26th March, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I seem to be out of my creative rut! Can't say the same for any of the others though.
Things keep happening in my dreams that I don't want to happen in my dreams. Perhaps, instead of telling things to kindly stay out of dreams, I should just not dwell on them, and think about other things?
&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;25th March, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;People are awake at hours that don't exist. Wha?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I love being up at these hours that don't exist.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I like sunrise more than sunset.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I love trains.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I love graffiti art. Keyword, art.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;impossible for me to have a successful shopping trip. (Yay!)&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;24th March, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Life Is Beautiful = Good/Funny/Sad movie.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I've seen it before when I was little so I don't suppose I understood it much back then. Goodness. If you haven't seen it, it's about a family during the times of Hitler.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I seriously don't understand how they could do that to people. It makes me sick and angry and makes me want to cry.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I also learnt not to let _ ___ ______ __. Ha, I will never type what should be there. It would betray a friend's trust.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;That's the problem with a lot of things I've been learning. They're too personal, or they're something someone's said in confidence. Oh well. Such is the learnddding of things.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I also learnt that my spells of vertigo are not over? My biggest fear used to be that it would come on beach mission during a skit, now it's that they'll happen when I'm driving. Oh wells!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;23rd March, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My sister Bree and her husband Nathan might move to Tasmania.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sigh, so far away. I will miss them.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;22nd March, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Reading Harry Potter the second time around, I realize so many more things.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A lot of Christians and other religious people hate Harry Potter. You should know this already. Each to his own, really, I love the books, I think they're fantastic. If anything, they've strengthened my faith. In fact they've helped me a lot.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;21st March, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oho! Today I learnt many many interesting things. Most of which I am not going to write. So, ah, sucks to be you! Not really, I'm sure it's lovely to be you, if it's not, perhaps we can discuss why your life sucks so much over a cup of tea, you know, compare notes?&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Anyway, today I went to the Good Friday Appeal at the Telstra Dome with Robyn and Dah-vid.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-Robyn's Dad's swing band is very goooood. I like. Swing music is great.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-People really need to dance more in public, it would certainly make me feel a little more comfortable to not be the only one.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-Lygon Street should be renamed Crazy Towne!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;20th March, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Watched my friend's indoor soccer game tonight!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I learnt that their team name is Red Devils. They lost.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;19th March, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I don't like feeling deserted. Another thing, I suppose, that I have already learnt, but not in this capacity. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What I learnt is more that people can desert you at the most unexpected times... even the most unexpected people. But it's not great to live in fear of that.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Also: They are showing House repeats. Why? Where are my brand-spanking new episodes?&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;18th March, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Brothers and their friends are annoying? Of course, I already knew this... but perhaps I learnt that I am becoming less tolerant of people, and some things just don't seem so fun any more.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;17th March, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Photoshop Elements is not nearly as good as normal Photoshop. It frustrates me. It has none of the features I want, which is annoying for my school work.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618317624452651607-1300252385470844014?l=ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/1300252385470844014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618317624452651607&amp;postID=1300252385470844014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default/1300252385470844014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default/1300252385470844014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/2008/03/udpate-update-even.html' title='Udpate... Update, even.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652311994179275982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dxqQMtMhe-c/ToRsanlVsfI/AAAAAAAAAK8/NMn4-0r5Xgg/s220/319075_10150301263330168_680345167_8300540_352168568_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618317624452651607.post-7425070602772971542</id><published>2008-03-16T00:57:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T01:03:28.692+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I learnt...</title><content type='html'>WELL.
I have this friend (no, really?)
And some times, like most people, she annoys me.
But today I discovered that she only annoys me when I see her for brief periods of time.
The reason being that she seems to come off snobbish and self important.

But when I actually spend time with this friend, I remember how awesome she is, and how much I love her and am glad to have her in my life.

So, to my friend: I am sorry for sometimes judging you, when I know that being self-important is not your true character, and I am sorry for being annoyed at you when really, you've done nothing wrong.
You are awesome and I love you.
Xx Emhead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618317624452651607-7425070602772971542?l=ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/7425070602772971542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618317624452651607&amp;postID=7425070602772971542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default/7425070602772971542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default/7425070602772971542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/2008/03/today-i-learnt.html' title='Today I learnt...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652311994179275982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dxqQMtMhe-c/ToRsanlVsfI/AAAAAAAAAK8/NMn4-0r5Xgg/s220/319075_10150301263330168_680345167_8300540_352168568_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618317624452651607.post-3513113269944222605</id><published>2008-03-15T11:57:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T12:31:38.247+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Exteeeeeended Absence.</title><content type='html'>Hmm, so, my excuses are:
I went to Tasmania
I have been sick
I have been lazy
I have been busy
I have been productive
I have been under-productive

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14th March, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Today I learnt that I have no idea what I'm meant to do for art?
Been doing as much work as my friends have been, and they're fine, but the teacher tells &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me &lt;/span&gt;I have a hell of a lot of work to do... ummm, 'kay?

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13th March, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
The school's media Mac books don't have Photoshop!
Gahhhh, that's annoying.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12th March, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Oral presentations don't scare me as much as they used to.
I mean, I still very heavily dislike doing them, 'specially at school, but they're not nearly as nerve-wracking as they used to be.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11th March, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
HAVING A CLEAN ROOM IS THE BEST THING IN THE WORLD.
Apologies for the  capslock, I'm excited about f-i-n-a-l-l-y having a clean room.
Much thanks to Hannah Scott. She deserves a medal of some kind.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10th March, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
I like regular op shops more than Savers. They're much more quirky and quaint.
Wow, two 'q' words in a row!
Savers is just far too big and they don't have all the strange things you find in regular op shops.
Also, I don't think they donate to charity, but I'm not sure.

Also again: Greensborough La Porchetta is really big, and one of the workers there is a real nice chap!

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9th March, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Today I learnt what it feels like to be FIRED. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ME.&lt;/span&gt; From a FISH AND CHIP SHOP.
In this case, it feels terrible.
I feel like a failure.
Reason for getting fired: Had to cancel too many shifts, communication problems (for my Boss's part).
I do not claim all fault in getting fired.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8th March, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Harry Potter is a grand series of books to start reading again. Even if they completely stop you from being able to do any homework.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7th March, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Early finish days at school are awwwweeeeesome!
Of course, I already knew this, but I think today I was MOST grateful for it because I had one class in the morning, and one very last.
So I could go home after my first class instead of waiting at school all day with nothing to do just to go to one class!

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6th March, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
I learnt that I have a media outcome, awesome!
And I'm not being sarcastic for once, I'm really excited to do it!
I get to take photos and use Photoshop!
What could be better?
ALSO: I want to be a librarian.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5th March, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
I don't think she'll mind if I say it here, so:
Robyn doesn't have cancer!
This is an awesome fact.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4th March, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
ACMI (Australian Centre for the Moving Image) is a really cool place.
I want to go there again and watch all the films and buy lots of merchandise.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3rd March, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Today I learnt that I have to do an oral presentation for English - Yay!
No, not yay, I despise talking in front of the class.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd March&lt;/span&gt;
Today I learnt what the University of Tasmania looks like, and various information about its many buildings and such.

Also: My dad is stupid? Absent minded? Okay, at the airport, he sits down next to Josh and me. After a couple of minutes he says 'Oh no! Where's my bag!?' and runs off to look for it.
Three seconds after he runs off 'Could Ian Wood please come to the security desk? Ian Wood?'
Dad walks back half a minute later with his back.
Em and Josh shake heads and go back to watching cricket.

Huh, notice how that changed ever so slightly from first to third person?

Anyway, apparently I have inherited this absent-minded gene, which makes me very worried.
Although I like to think I wouldn't leave a bag unattended at an airport.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st March, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Most market are pretty much the same.
The biggest difference is the type of souvenirs they sell.

I learnt where I think the only McDonald's is in Hobart. Actually I don't know if it's the only one, but it's the only I saw in the whole 'city' of Hobart.
CITY.
Which you can walk around in about ten minutes.
Anyway, I had a Chai Latte, and no one had ordered one for about four months so the girl at the counter was like 'WTF, Chai Latte?'.
I did get it cheaper though, that's a plus.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29th February, 2008 (again)&lt;/span&gt;
Today I learnt many things about Tasmania! (Mostly about Hobart)
People are really short.
A lot of people smoke.
Most of the main roads are one way.
Apparently it's, like, a major city or something... but, uh, can't say I really noticed that.
For those of you who do not understand: HOBART IS REALLY SMALL. LIKE, REALLY FRIGGIN' TINY. IT IS THE MAYOR OF TINY TOWNE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618317624452651607-3513113269944222605?l=ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/3513113269944222605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618317624452651607&amp;postID=3513113269944222605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default/3513113269944222605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default/3513113269944222605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/2008/03/exteeeeeended-absence.html' title='Exteeeeeended Absence.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652311994179275982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dxqQMtMhe-c/ToRsanlVsfI/AAAAAAAAAK8/NMn4-0r5Xgg/s220/319075_10150301263330168_680345167_8300540_352168568_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618317624452651607.post-2308452879616704657</id><published>2008-02-29T05:10:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T05:25:40.337+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I learnded things.</title><content type='html'>Going to Tasmania for the weekend! Hopefully will learn some Tasmania-ish things.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;

29th February, 2008
&lt;/span&gt;'Juno' is a good move! Been wanting to see it. The day is only five hours and 23 minutes old as of typing this sentence, but yes, I've seen it today in the very earliest hours of the morning (legally or illegally? You decide) and it's a great movie. 5 hours and 24 minutes now.
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
28th February, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Learnt some sign language... Learnt that some one I work with used to live in Tasmania... Learnt that someone else I work with went to my friend's primary school and they were enemies.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27th February, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Pride and Prejudice is indeed a good book.
Also Wilson is dating Cut-throat Bitch! Shock horror! I thought maybe he was going to be gay or something... but no, Cut-throat Bitch. House reference for those of you playing at home (I've used that phrase in my last two blog posts, is anyone proud of me?).

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 26th February, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
The start of 'Scream' is relatively scary.
Scary enough that I'm too busy being freaked out to take proper notes for my media outcome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618317624452651607-2308452879616704657?l=ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/2308452879616704657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618317624452651607&amp;postID=2308452879616704657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default/2308452879616704657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default/2308452879616704657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-learnded-things.html' title='I learnded things.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652311994179275982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dxqQMtMhe-c/ToRsanlVsfI/AAAAAAAAAK8/NMn4-0r5Xgg/s220/319075_10150301263330168_680345167_8300540_352168568_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618317624452651607.post-3658250587176580652</id><published>2008-02-25T23:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T23:11:14.528+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I want some pretty chai mugs...</title><content type='html'>Today I learnt that it is relatively easy to make chai tea from scratch!

Here is a brief recipe for those of you playing at home:
2 C water
2 C milk
4 tsp loose leaf tea (cut open some tea bags if you have none?)
1/4 C sugar (maybe less? Mine was too sweet)
2 tsp cinnamon
8 whole cloves
4 black peppercorns
1/4 tsp cardamom (I didn't have any, so I used mixed spice instead)

-Combine all ingredients in a medium sized saucepan.
-Medium heat until just boiling.
-Once boiled, reduce heat and simmer for five minutes.
-Strain with a tea strainer of some sort.
-Drink!


Makes about 4 cups o' tea.

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&lt;small&gt;I want some pretty chai mugs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618317624452651607-3658250587176580652?l=ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/3658250587176580652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618317624452651607&amp;postID=3658250587176580652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default/3658250587176580652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default/3658250587176580652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-want-some-pretty-chai-mugs.html' title='I want some pretty chai mugs...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652311994179275982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dxqQMtMhe-c/ToRsanlVsfI/AAAAAAAAAK8/NMn4-0r5Xgg/s220/319075_10150301263330168_680345167_8300540_352168568_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618317624452651607.post-5843823628205598279</id><published>2008-02-25T08:30:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T08:39:20.208+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I should really update this every day. Given the title.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24th February, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Don't visit DCC in the morning?
My brother is probably the... fifth most annoying person on the planet.
And I learnt the 'rules' for whilst my mum is away.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23rd February, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Today I learnt  that some teenage boys should be given a mild sedative before being allowed to run around in the dark.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22nd February, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Today I learnt lots of things... most of which I can't write on here.
Also I learnt that my nephew can walk!

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21st February, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Today I learnt that I can do my media outcome on a different day, woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618317624452651607-5843823628205598279?l=ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/5843823628205598279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618317624452651607&amp;postID=5843823628205598279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default/5843823628205598279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default/5843823628205598279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/2008/02/24th-february-2008-dont-visit-dcc-in.html' title='I should really update this every day. Given the title.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652311994179275982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dxqQMtMhe-c/ToRsanlVsfI/AAAAAAAAAK8/NMn4-0r5Xgg/s220/319075_10150301263330168_680345167_8300540_352168568_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618317624452651607.post-5737969539406931047</id><published>2008-02-20T21:54:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T21:58:59.777+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Fricksightodayifeelsad.</title><content type='html'>No, today I didn't learn that I hate shopping, I already knew that.
Today I learnt that sometimes it's best to plan what you actually need to buy.
I hate shopping, gosh with a passion.
Probably I just don't know how to shop well. I'll put that on my list of things I need to learn... when I make that list.
Anyone got any sweet tips?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618317624452651607-5737969539406931047?l=ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/5737969539406931047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618317624452651607&amp;postID=5737969539406931047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default/5737969539406931047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default/5737969539406931047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/2008/02/fricksightodayifeelsad.html' title='Fricksightodayifeelsad.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652311994179275982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dxqQMtMhe-c/ToRsanlVsfI/AAAAAAAAAK8/NMn4-0r5Xgg/s220/319075_10150301263330168_680345167_8300540_352168568_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618317624452651607.post-1028497148039837253</id><published>2008-02-19T22:45:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T23:05:03.460+11:00</updated><title type='text'>YesterdayToday.</title><content type='html'>Today I learnt that Bubsy on SNES is a really hard game.
I mean, it's a great game... I used to play it all the time when I was a little'un, but it's so hard! You can't save your game, so if you lose all your lives, that's it - game over!
I also learnt some boring things at school about outcome dates and whatnot. And also about some  professional  designers in Vis Com.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18th February, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Today I learnt what it's like to be in 'big band' at church.
It was a lot like I expected, and that is not a good thing.
It's probably mostly because I don't have the right attitude, but I've always had a bit of an aversion towards the big band. I always felt like some of the people were all self-righteous and smug just because they sung/played on stage. I still feel like there's some people like that. But I don't really know them, so I'm no judge... they just come across that way.

The thing I disliked the most was how people treated me. They didn't treat me bad, but I was introduced as 'new', and I didn't like that. The bands joined together, in to one band, we're meant to one now, not the youth bands joining the big band, or the younger people being added on to the older people. So no, I'm not new. People kept giving me encouraging smiles and were just generally  being (mildly and politely) condescending, treating me as if I were fragile.

I know that it's stupid to get annoyed about that, they don't know that I'm not 'new' and they're just trying to be nice, but it annoys me that people don't think I know what I'm doing when I've been in band longer than some of them have gone to our church.

Also sometimes I hate (strongly dislike?) the style we play a lot of songs. Sometimes it feels like we ruin all the good ones.

Okay, that was a long rant. With some (maybe?) unjustified annoyances, but I don't care if I'm being childish, it still annoys me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618317624452651607-1028497148039837253?l=ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/1028497148039837253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618317624452651607&amp;postID=1028497148039837253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default/1028497148039837253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default/1028497148039837253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/2008/02/yesterdaytoday.html' title='YesterdayToday.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652311994179275982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dxqQMtMhe-c/ToRsanlVsfI/AAAAAAAAAK8/NMn4-0r5Xgg/s220/319075_10150301263330168_680345167_8300540_352168568_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618317624452651607.post-7722256374553638454</id><published>2008-02-17T20:10:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T20:26:49.195+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Er... Sorry?</title><content type='html'>So the truth is, I was procrastinating. And I was away lots during the week, but here is a very late update!

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 17th, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Today I learnt just how much I love MIB, and just how cool Will Smith is.
How cool, you ask? Very. Very cool.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 16th, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Newsagents sell some Borders-worthy notebooks/journals that aren't ridiculously expensive! Gonna have to go back there and buy me some.
I also learnt that my small group this year is going to be a lot more draining than last. Here we go...

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 15th, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Robyn's school house is best.
Blackburn High School is very musical.
Moulin Rouge is sadder than I thought.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 14th, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Valentine's Day isn't all that bad if you're single, stop being emo and lonely, everyone, enjoy it!

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 13th, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
There is no costume shop in Bayswater Village. Dang.
Op shops serve well though.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 12th, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Once Were Warriors is really very sad.
And if I hadn't been at school I would have cried.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 11th, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
I'm not allergic to penicillin.
Well that's good news.
Even if it's done nothing anyway for my going-on-five-weeks cough. Frick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618317624452651607-7722256374553638454?l=ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/7722256374553638454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618317624452651607&amp;postID=7722256374553638454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default/7722256374553638454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default/7722256374553638454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/2008/02/er-sorry.html' title='Er... Sorry?'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652311994179275982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dxqQMtMhe-c/ToRsanlVsfI/AAAAAAAAAK8/NMn4-0r5Xgg/s220/319075_10150301263330168_680345167_8300540_352168568_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618317624452651607.post-2010599691892874191</id><published>2008-02-10T20:42:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T21:09:07.412+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty boxes are bad for sitting on...</title><content type='html'>This is what I learnt tonight at work... much hilarity I assure you...


Yesterday:
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9th February, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Today I learnt many/ish things...
Like:
You can feel awkwardness when you're in a totally different car to the awkard situation. Okay maybe it's only me, but oh well.

Little Miss Giggles toy from Macca's makes people giggle.

THERE IS GOING TO BE A MR. MEN SHOW! OHMIGOSH!
Please, people, try to contain your excitement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618317624452651607-2010599691892874191?l=ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/2010599691892874191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618317624452651607&amp;postID=2010599691892874191' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default/2010599691892874191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default/2010599691892874191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/2008/02/empty-boxes-are-bad-for-sitting-on.html' title='Empty boxes are bad for sitting on...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652311994179275982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dxqQMtMhe-c/ToRsanlVsfI/AAAAAAAAAK8/NMn4-0r5Xgg/s220/319075_10150301263330168_680345167_8300540_352168568_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618317624452651607.post-2090976334050550163</id><published>2008-02-08T23:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T23:32:34.098+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Deakin!</title><content type='html'>Deakin seems like a word that should have an exclamation mark.
Today, all us year 12 types from my school Visited Deakin Uni at Burwood, how exciting!
Obviously, spending a day at a University, I'm bound to learn things, so I won't write everything I learnt here.
The part I learnt the most from would have been the motivational speaker.
Don Elgin, who is a Paralympian came and gave a really inspiring talk about life in general, he really changed my mindset on a few things.

I know that after a while the inspiration will burn out (something I've 'learnt' from experience) but I'm hoping that everything I learnt from it will stay with me... I suppose forever, even when I don't feel inspired or motivated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618317624452651607-2090976334050550163?l=ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/2090976334050550163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618317624452651607&amp;postID=2090976334050550163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default/2090976334050550163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default/2090976334050550163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/2008/02/deakin.html' title='Deakin!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652311994179275982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dxqQMtMhe-c/ToRsanlVsfI/AAAAAAAAAK8/NMn4-0r5Xgg/s220/319075_10150301263330168_680345167_8300540_352168568_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618317624452651607.post-683190427323856826</id><published>2008-02-07T23:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T23:38:53.913+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Twoday.</title><content type='html'>Did you like the play on words there? Or is it a pun? I can't remember. Remind me to learn that tomorrow. Of course, I probably learn more than two things every day, but here are two that I remember, and will continue to remember:

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. A good pair of running shoes makes all the difference.&lt;/span&gt;
My 'runners' are old and too small, so now my feet hurt.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. I pre-emt things I learn.&lt;/span&gt;
This is a confusing one. You know how you'll do something, and later learn a lesson from it? You see it a lot in movies and books like 'well here's what I was trying to do, but in the process I learnt this life lesson and now I'm a better person.'
I do things, and think like that. I already think of what life lesson I may learn from something.
Then the questions are 'does that mean I've already learnt the lesson?' 'If I haven't, then will I?' 'Would I have learnt this lesson if I didn't already think of the lesson?' 'Should I continue with this now if I think I already know the outcome?'
Oh, the questions are many and confusing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618317624452651607-683190427323856826?l=ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/683190427323856826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618317624452651607&amp;postID=683190427323856826' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default/683190427323856826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default/683190427323856826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/2008/02/twoday.html' title='Twoday.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652311994179275982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dxqQMtMhe-c/ToRsanlVsfI/AAAAAAAAAK8/NMn4-0r5Xgg/s220/319075_10150301263330168_680345167_8300540_352168568_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618317624452651607.post-2978500465808971186</id><published>2008-02-06T20:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T20:46:30.536+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston Tea Party!</title><content type='html'>Today I learnt a little about the 'Boston Tea Party.'
But because I am tired and sick, I'm just going to quote &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boston_Tea_Party"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; instead of putting it in my own words.

&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The &lt;b&gt;Boston Tea Party&lt;/b&gt; was an act of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Direct_action" title="Direct action"&gt;direct action&lt;/a&gt; by the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_colonists" title="American colonists"&gt;American colonists&lt;/a&gt; against &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kingdom_of_Great_Britain" title="Kingdom of Great Britain"&gt;Great Britain&lt;/a&gt; in which they destroyed many &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crate" title="Crate"&gt;crates&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tea_brick" title="Tea brick"&gt;tea bricks&lt;/a&gt; on ships in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boston_Harbor" title="Boston Harbor"&gt;Boston Harbor&lt;/a&gt;. The incident, which took place on Thursday, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/December_16" title="December 16"&gt;December 16&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1773" title="1773"&gt;1773&lt;/a&gt;, has been seen as helping to spark the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Revolution" title="American Revolution"&gt;American Revolution&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;

Heh, it even copies the links, how convenient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618317624452651607-2978500465808971186?l=ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/2978500465808971186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618317624452651607&amp;postID=2978500465808971186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default/2978500465808971186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default/2978500465808971186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/2008/02/boston-tea-party.html' title='Boston Tea Party!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652311994179275982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dxqQMtMhe-c/ToRsanlVsfI/AAAAAAAAAK8/NMn4-0r5Xgg/s220/319075_10150301263330168_680345167_8300540_352168568_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618317624452651607.post-7547585907930233603</id><published>2008-02-05T22:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T22:46:14.463+11:00</updated><title type='text'>New Girl</title><content type='html'>Today I met a new girl at my school in the year below me.
Her name is Rachael!
I have learnt her name and her year level, her school house, her superstitions, and I've also learnt that sometimes it's easy for me to not be shy.
I probably seemed very outgoing to her actually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618317624452651607-7547585907930233603?l=ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/7547585907930233603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618317624452651607&amp;postID=7547585907930233603' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default/7547585907930233603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default/7547585907930233603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-girl.html' title='New Girl'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652311994179275982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dxqQMtMhe-c/ToRsanlVsfI/AAAAAAAAAK8/NMn4-0r5Xgg/s220/319075_10150301263330168_680345167_8300540_352168568_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618317624452651607.post-4844961866254298229</id><published>2008-02-04T23:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T23:58:01.056+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I learnt...</title><content type='html'>about my friend's theory on the creation of the universe.
She believes that the universe was created by the 'big bang', but that the Earth was created by a higher power.
I must remember to ask her more about it sometime.
I'm glad that she believes and is questioning something, as she used to be a person who would just take in everything she saw or read, no argument.
I'm glad to see she's taking charge of her own life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618317624452651607-4844961866254298229?l=ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/4844961866254298229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618317624452651607&amp;postID=4844961866254298229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default/4844961866254298229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default/4844961866254298229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-i-learnt.html' title='Today I learnt...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652311994179275982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dxqQMtMhe-c/ToRsanlVsfI/AAAAAAAAAK8/NMn4-0r5Xgg/s220/319075_10150301263330168_680345167_8300540_352168568_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618317624452651607.post-503875679177847705</id><published>2008-02-03T14:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T14:02:48.725+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a pushover.</title><content type='html'>People rarely even try to take advantage of me that I know of.
But when they do I just let them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618317624452651607-503875679177847705?l=ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/503875679177847705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618317624452651607&amp;postID=503875679177847705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default/503875679177847705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default/503875679177847705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-pushover.html' title='I am a pushover.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652311994179275982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dxqQMtMhe-c/ToRsanlVsfI/AAAAAAAAAK8/NMn4-0r5Xgg/s220/319075_10150301263330168_680345167_8300540_352168568_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618317624452651607.post-1863989341726907763</id><published>2008-02-02T23:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T23:58:52.983+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I learnt that...</title><content type='html'>If you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; don't want someone to do something.
Then be honest, don't tell them jokes.
Because they joke back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618317624452651607-1863989341726907763?l=ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/1863989341726907763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618317624452651607&amp;postID=1863989341726907763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default/1863989341726907763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default/1863989341726907763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-i-learnt-that.html' title='Today I learnt that...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652311994179275982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dxqQMtMhe-c/ToRsanlVsfI/AAAAAAAAAK8/NMn4-0r5Xgg/s220/319075_10150301263330168_680345167_8300540_352168568_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618317624452651607.post-7367312422993373018</id><published>2008-02-01T22:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T22:52:13.581+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Two things...</title><content type='html'>Obviously I'm not very good at updating this every day.
That is usually because I write down what I learnt for the day when I'm in bed.
Perhaps I should change this habit?

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st February, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Today I learnt that 'Once Were Warriors' is a New Zealand film. And it contains much violence and abuse. Not particularly my type of movie, but apparently it's great.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31st January, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Today I learnt all about my friend's holidays, and I learnt the ending to the Aussie film 'Look Both Ways'.
I'm learning the endings to lots of things lately... and things about films...
It's a great film. Fil-m. Fiiiilm.
My friends keep telling me that they don't 'get' the film, but I tell them there's nothing to get, and then they don't get THAT.


Also, just a thought, why does February have that extra 'r', and January doesn't?
They're both 'uary' months.
Jan.
Feb.
Maybe it's not Feb, maybe it's Febr.
Okay, everyone, from now on, 'Feb' is 'Febr'.
If you see 'Feb' on the calendar, I expect you to change it.
Thank you and good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618317624452651607-7367312422993373018?l=ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/7367312422993373018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618317624452651607&amp;postID=7367312422993373018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default/7367312422993373018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default/7367312422993373018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/2008/02/two-things.html' title='Two things...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652311994179275982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dxqQMtMhe-c/ToRsanlVsfI/AAAAAAAAAK8/NMn4-0r5Xgg/s220/319075_10150301263330168_680345167_8300540_352168568_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618317624452651607.post-8581649403254694783</id><published>2008-01-30T18:18:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T19:52:53.085+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Absence</title><content type='html'>Apologies for the absence, I was away at &lt;a href="http://emily-wood.blogspot.com/2008/01/phillip-island.html"&gt;Phillip Island&lt;/a&gt; for a few days.
Working backwards again!

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30th January, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Today I learnt about &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kenning"&gt;kenning.&lt;/a&gt;
Kenning is an Old Norse way of using words in poetry, where a name for something would be switched with a sort of description of that thing.
e.g.:
Sea-Steed = Ship
Mountain of the Hawk = Arm (In falconeering, the hawk rests on the arm of its master.)
Feed the Eagle = Kill Enemies

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29th January, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Today I learnt the ending of George Orwell's Nineteen Eighty-Four.
Not sure I liked it... it's very depressing and lacks hope, but then, I didn't read the ending, just looked it up in time for school because I hadn't finished it.
So maybe if I had actually read the book I might have enjoyed the ending more.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28th January, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Today I learnt that early morning doesn't really feel like early morning if everyone is awake.
My friend and I were going to get up early and go for a walk and breakfast, but everyone else was up as well so it didn't feel like 6am at all.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27th January, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Today I learnt that the things in my head sound significantly better well... right there, in my head, rather than when I speak them out.
I learnt this while I was being filmed talking about my dream for our churches new youth area.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618317624452651607-8581649403254694783?l=ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/8581649403254694783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618317624452651607&amp;postID=8581649403254694783' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default/8581649403254694783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default/8581649403254694783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/2008/01/absence.html' title='Absence'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652311994179275982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dxqQMtMhe-c/ToRsanlVsfI/AAAAAAAAAK8/NMn4-0r5Xgg/s220/319075_10150301263330168_680345167_8300540_352168568_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618317624452651607.post-7625950919249476699</id><published>2008-01-26T19:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T21:52:14.309+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I've Learnt So Far.</title><content type='html'>These are all the things I've learnt this year so far, starting with today...
If you read my other blog, then beware! You will have read some of these before.
We're going to work backwards here...

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26th January, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Today I learnt that Sweeny Todd, while being an excellent film, is very disconcerting and gory.
I had to close my eyes a few times.
I also learnt how to make a blogger template. Of that I am very happy.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25th January, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Today I learnt how to play a funny little game called &lt;a href="http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/games/bloxorz"&gt;Bloxorz.&lt;/a&gt;
It's a puzzle game, and I like the graphics.
But I'm not very good at it.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24th January, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Today I learnt that Safeway make their own brand of chewing gum. Elise W. was more excited by this than I was.
I also learnt that pumpkin and cucumber plants are very similar; they are both vines with broad green leaves and large yellow flowers.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23rd January, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Today I learnt, from my now 4-year-old niece, how to play a new game.
We both use a different room in the house which act as our own houses.
One will visit the other's 'house', knocking on the door, but alas! There's no one there! The owner of said 'house' is at the shops!
The owner returns to the visitor, they both laugh and make remarks about how the visitor was trying to visit the owner, but the owner was at the shops.
End of game, switch roles, repeat.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22nd January, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Today I learnt about my sister Holly's first kiss with the man who is now her husband. "Aww..." I hear you all say.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21st January, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Today I learnt a very useful thing, and that is the middle click, or left and right click on minesweeper.
Before that I used to just left click everything, now I hardly use the ol' left click button.
I also learnt, very early in the morning I might add, that leg cramps are painful. Yes, I had my first ever leg cramp.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20th January, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Today I learnt that 'Chic' is pronounced 'sheek'.
That could have been embarrassing; had I ever had to say 'chic' out loud, I would have said 'chick'.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19th January, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Today I learnt that Templestowe is a nice area, for the most part. It was the first time I'd ever been to Templestowe, for Matt's going away party

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18th January, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Today I learnt that Coca Cola used to contain cocaine.
Only small amounts, but look it up, it's true.
&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coca-Cola#Use_of_stimulants_in_formula"&gt;Wikipedia.&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com/cokelore/cocaine.asp"&gt;Snopes.&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17th January, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Today I learnt that saying goodbye is not as hard if you know you'll see a person again soon.
It was pack-up day today for &lt;a href="http://emily-wood.blogspot.com/2008/01/peninsula-sufm-2008.html"&gt;beach mission&lt;/a&gt;. Last year, driving home, I nearly cried I was so upset at leaving.
This year, I hardly even felt sad, because I knew I would see most of the beach missioners twice in the next week.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16th January, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Today I learnt that mirrors are breakable, don't lend them to people.
I also learnt that kids are really hard to organise when they are out of control.
This was at the Beach Party, I was meant to be doing games for the kids, but after they finished the treasure hunt in negative three seconds, they went insane.
&lt;a href="http://www.my-everest.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ben Chong&lt;/a&gt; was a hero when he played some bush dancing music which was awesome.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15th January, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Today I learnt that running, sports, and physical activity in general, while tiring, release endorphins which increase one's mood considerably.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14th January, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Today I learnt that I do actually get grumpy. I always prided myself in my ability to control my moods, but nope, sometimes I get grumpy and it's very hard to change that.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13th January, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Today I learnt that I really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like when people are late. I didn't use to care much about late/earliness, but now I do.
It's just annoying when people are late and everyone else has to wait for them.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12th January, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Today I learnt that I like waking up early. You have so much more of the day to enjoy. As long as I don't have to get up as soon as I wake up, I'm fine.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11th January, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Today I learnt that I love bush dancing.
I always used to say that I hated bush dancing, but tonight we had a bush dance and I loved it!
And also I love the chicken dance.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 January, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Today I learnt that if you suck the poison out of a bull ant wound, then it doesn't seem to hurt as much.
It still itched a bit, but it was nowhere near as sore as usual.
I also learnt where NOT to sit.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9th January, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Today I learnt that there is a tiny bit of feminism inside of me.
Extreme feminists have always annoyed me, but I suppose without them I would live an entirely different sort of life. Today I was really tired of guys asking me if I needed help every ten seconds and telling me how to do things when I knew how to do whatever I was doing better than them anyway.
In the end though, they were just trying to be helpful so I got over it.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8th January, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Today I learnt that it's fun to smoosh your hands in fruit salad.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;That's right, you all ate that fruit salad, while Lisa and I had fun making it.
We wore gloves.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7th January, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Today I learnt just how much better it makes you feel when you encourage others.
It makes you feel warm and fuzzy, hence, warm fuzzies!

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6th January, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Today I learnt that people really aren't that hard to talk to.
You might already know this, but I'm a shy introvert.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5th January, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Today I learnt that clothes shopping, while nice on your own, can be better when you're with someone who can encourage you and help you make good decisions on what looks good or bad.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4th January, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Today I learnt that when you are nice to customers, they are generally nicer to you, which makes you happier and nicer, and the customers happy and nicer etc... it's all a big chain reaction.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3rd January, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Today I learnt which side the days of the months are on in my diary!
(It was the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; other&lt;/span&gt; page, for those of you playing at home.)

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd January, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Today I learnt how to do sit ups.
1. Lie on your back with your knees bent and your feet flat on the ground.
2. Put your hands behind your ears.
3. Flex your abdomen towards your spine, and pull up about halfway.
4. Hold for a second, then go back down until nearly touching the ground.
Repeat.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st January, 2008&lt;/span&gt;
Today I learnt to be wary of things that melt.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;I had a tub of Vaseline in my bag... along with my nice new diary I bought to write what I learn in.
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bad&lt;/span&gt; idea. My favourite t-shirt is ruined.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618317624452651607-7625950919249476699?l=ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/7625950919249476699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618317624452651607&amp;postID=7625950919249476699' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default/7625950919249476699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default/7625950919249476699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/2008/01/things-ive-learnt-so-far.html' title='Things I&apos;ve Learnt So Far.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652311994179275982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dxqQMtMhe-c/ToRsanlVsfI/AAAAAAAAAK8/NMn4-0r5Xgg/s220/319075_10150301263330168_680345167_8300540_352168568_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618317624452651607.post-8478706590683403134</id><published>2008-01-26T15:37:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T20:27:51.116+11:00</updated><title type='text'>So Here Goes...</title><content type='html'>Last year, 2007, I decided to test the age old saying 'You learn something new every day' by keeping a diary with the things I learn in it. Then just recently I decided to share them in my blog, so I've made a spiffy new blog which I can put all my things I learn in. I also wanted to blog them so that I don't have to rely on my diary, that is, if I lose my diary or something.

I decided to start all this recording of things I learn this year because this year I turn 18. I figured with my 'coming of age' and everything that I might learn something interesting.
Ironically, I'll probably learn very un-interesting things.

That is all I have to say, except that I'll be posting the things I've learnt this year already soon for your reading pleasure.
Also, do you like my template? I made/modified it myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618317624452651607-8478706590683403134?l=ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/8478706590683403134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618317624452651607&amp;postID=8478706590683403134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default/8478706590683403134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618317624452651607/posts/default/8478706590683403134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilearntsomethingneweveryday.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-here-goes.html' title='So Here Goes...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652311994179275982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dxqQMtMhe-c/ToRsanlVsfI/AAAAAAAAAK8/NMn4-0r5Xgg/s220/319075_10150301263330168_680345167_8300540_352168568_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
