Cheese is a kind of meat
A tasty yellow beef
I milk it from my teat
But I try to be discreet
Oooooh cheese
Oooooh cheese
Friday, April 30, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Stress!
Life has been rather stressful lately.
I’ve been doing my art assignment for the past week or so. That was a whole lot of stress I could have lived without. My teacher did this weird thing saying that it was due sooner than it says it is because she’s crazy and must secretly hate us all and because of this stupid due date bullshit my art work is a piece of SHIT! TOTAL SHIT! I’m almost certain it would have been much better if I could hand it in next week like the unit planner said but noooooooooooo. I like art but it’s seriously a whole heap of bullshit and stress.
My uncle has been staying here with my family for the past week or so as well. That’s not particularly stressful or anything it’s just… well… he’s here and when people stay over for extended periods of time it can get, I dunno, uncomfortable (?) I guess. It’s not that I don’t enjoy his company or anything it’s just… I don’t really know how to word it… No one is really themselves, you know? You know how you act differently at home and differently when you’re around people? Well I guess it’s like that… I dunno. I mean, it’s not just me. I’m sure he feels the same.
Also, I'm just trying to "figure myself out" (which is a whole lot of stress I could do without but should really be done) which has been causing me to sleep restlessly and get a lot of head aches. I might go into this "figuring myself out" stuff later once I actually manage to do this figuring out.
I'll leave it there for now and hopefully I will blog again soon.
I’ve been doing my art assignment for the past week or so. That was a whole lot of stress I could have lived without. My teacher did this weird thing saying that it was due sooner than it says it is because she’s crazy and must secretly hate us all and because of this stupid due date bullshit my art work is a piece of SHIT! TOTAL SHIT! I’m almost certain it would have been much better if I could hand it in next week like the unit planner said but noooooooooooo. I like art but it’s seriously a whole heap of bullshit and stress.
My uncle has been staying here with my family for the past week or so as well. That’s not particularly stressful or anything it’s just… well… he’s here and when people stay over for extended periods of time it can get, I dunno, uncomfortable (?) I guess. It’s not that I don’t enjoy his company or anything it’s just… I don’t really know how to word it… No one is really themselves, you know? You know how you act differently at home and differently when you’re around people? Well I guess it’s like that… I dunno. I mean, it’s not just me. I’m sure he feels the same.
Also, I'm just trying to "figure myself out" (which is a whole lot of stress I could do without but should really be done) which has been causing me to sleep restlessly and get a lot of head aches. I might go into this "figuring myself out" stuff later once I actually manage to do this figuring out.
I'll leave it there for now and hopefully I will blog again soon.
Friday, April 16, 2010
School, infections and eggs
Today was the first week back at school after Easter. Nothing eventful really happened. It was school, not much else can be said.
My bad ass piercing is infected. I refuse to let it close up so instead of using the stuff the piercing place gave me for it (which clearly doesn’t work) I’m using a shitload of Dettole disinfectant on it instead which seems to be working much better. It’s red, it hurts, and I can’t sleep on that side which is the side I usually sleep on so sleeping has become a problem.
Also, I’ve learnt that according to government sites about careers a piercer is not an actual job, or at least it isn’t listed anywhere I could find which sucks hardcore.
On a side note, I just had eggs. They were awesome. Eggs are awesome
My bad ass piercing is infected. I refuse to let it close up so instead of using the stuff the piercing place gave me for it (which clearly doesn’t work) I’m using a shitload of Dettole disinfectant on it instead which seems to be working much better. It’s red, it hurts, and I can’t sleep on that side which is the side I usually sleep on so sleeping has become a problem.
Also, I’ve learnt that according to government sites about careers a piercer is not an actual job, or at least it isn’t listed anywhere I could find which sucks hardcore.
On a side note, I just had eggs. They were awesome. Eggs are awesome
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Being Bad Ass
Hello.
Yesterday my friends made me go what they were calling ‘Formal dress shopping’, so as a way for me to enjoy the day I made my good friend Paige come with me. Essentially, what we did was walk from formal wear shop to formal wear shop for at least an hour looking at dresses that were really ugly or really slutty. Some of them tried some dresses on. I didn’t. I had a tendency to wonder off with Paige and my other friend Elyse to Borders or this really awesome shop called the Underground Realm (or something along those lines. I usually just call it "the Goth shop").
After they were all done doing stuff we’d find them, chill for a bit, then we lost them again but this time we gained Caitlin. Then we spent ages trying to convince Paige to get her nose pierced but then she was all lame and just got one of the second holes in her ear re-done. Then I was all hardcore and was like “I’mma get a second hole in one of my ears because my mum won’t let me get my nose pierced until I’m 18” so I did.
Yesterday my friends made me go what they were calling ‘Formal dress shopping’, so as a way for me to enjoy the day I made my good friend Paige come with me. Essentially, what we did was walk from formal wear shop to formal wear shop for at least an hour looking at dresses that were really ugly or really slutty. Some of them tried some dresses on. I didn’t. I had a tendency to wonder off with Paige and my other friend Elyse to Borders or this really awesome shop called the Underground Realm (or something along those lines. I usually just call it "the Goth shop").
After they were all done doing stuff we’d find them, chill for a bit, then we lost them again but this time we gained Caitlin. Then we spent ages trying to convince Paige to get her nose pierced but then she was all lame and just got one of the second holes in her ear re-done. Then I was all hardcore and was like “I’mma get a second hole in one of my ears because my mum won’t let me get my nose pierced until I’m 18” so I did.
Now I look bad ass.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
The Gaga Situation
[Disclaimer: I realise that Lady Gaga is a person who has freedom of choice etc... but this is a hypothetical situation debate between me and my friends because we're weird and obsessive (well, not obsessive, that would be creepy :S) and love Gaga.]
As you should know, I like Lady Gaga. She's fucking awesome.
Since just before Lady Gaga’s Brisbane Monster Ball, my friend Jess M and I had been arguing over which one of us would date/ friend with benefits /be with (or whatever) Gaga if we ever had the chance. This argument continued for about a week after the Monster Ball.
Soon this argument began to involve who had to put in the most or least amount of effort to make it work with her. Jess M said she’d turn for Gaga. I said that I didn’t have to turn for her. She said that she should get her because I didn’t put any effort in. I said I should get her because she has to put in too much effort. At this point we were still undecided as to who should be with Gaga.
The other day my other friend, Jess B, said that she also wanted Gaga. This resulted in another discussion about who would or wouldn’t get her.
Eventually, after much discussion, we came to the conclusion that if the situation ever came about that one of us three could be with Lady Gaga we would either a) fight to the death and the winner would live happily with Gaga and mourn the death of their two defeated friends or b) let Gaga chose who she wishes to be with (be that one, two or all of us).
Although this situation is beyond highly unlikely, we believe this is the fairest way to chose.
The thing about option b) is that I think it would be a hard choice. So here is a list of reasons why she would chose each of us going by what I’ve observed
Jess B:
Into old school pop/rock (e.g. Bowie)
Wide range of musical tastes
Quirky fashion (vintage clothing that looks awesome)
Artistic
Musically inclined
Has the whole “punk rock nana” image planned for after she leaves school
Willing to be tattooed and pierced
Funny
Jess M:
Ballsy
Funny
Willing to be pierced
Willing to turn for Gaga
Wide range of musical taste
Artsy
Me:
Funny
Willing to be pierced and tattooed
Willing to look like a n00b/freak/idiot in public
Wide range of musical tastes
Into old school pop/rock
Strange/quirky ideas/quotes
Artistic
Even with these reasons why she’d chose any of us its still a difficult decision.
I’d still like a definite answer to this question but it seems that I will never have it.
As you should know, I like Lady Gaga. She's fucking awesome.
Since just before Lady Gaga’s Brisbane Monster Ball, my friend Jess M and I had been arguing over which one of us would date/ friend with benefits /be with (or whatever) Gaga if we ever had the chance. This argument continued for about a week after the Monster Ball.
Soon this argument began to involve who had to put in the most or least amount of effort to make it work with her. Jess M said she’d turn for Gaga. I said that I didn’t have to turn for her. She said that she should get her because I didn’t put any effort in. I said I should get her because she has to put in too much effort. At this point we were still undecided as to who should be with Gaga.
The other day my other friend, Jess B, said that she also wanted Gaga. This resulted in another discussion about who would or wouldn’t get her.
Eventually, after much discussion, we came to the conclusion that if the situation ever came about that one of us three could be with Lady Gaga we would either a) fight to the death and the winner would live happily with Gaga and mourn the death of their two defeated friends or b) let Gaga chose who she wishes to be with (be that one, two or all of us).
Although this situation is beyond highly unlikely, we believe this is the fairest way to chose.
The thing about option b) is that I think it would be a hard choice. So here is a list of reasons why she would chose each of us going by what I’ve observed
Jess B:
Into old school pop/rock (e.g. Bowie)
Wide range of musical tastes
Quirky fashion (vintage clothing that looks awesome)
Artistic
Musically inclined
Has the whole “punk rock nana” image planned for after she leaves school
Willing to be tattooed and pierced
Funny
Jess M:
Ballsy
Funny
Willing to be pierced
Willing to turn for Gaga
Wide range of musical taste
Artsy
Me:
Funny
Willing to be pierced and tattooed
Willing to look like a n00b/freak/idiot in public
Wide range of musical tastes
Into old school pop/rock
Strange/quirky ideas/quotes
Artistic
Even with these reasons why she’d chose any of us its still a difficult decision.
I’d still like a definite answer to this question but it seems that I will never have it.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Childishness
Over the past 6 months or so I’ve come to realise how much of a child I still am and probably will always be. I find it difficult to take most situations seriously even though I know how serious it may be/is.
I like toys. I mean I really like toys. If I could I’d sit and play with Lego and Harry Potter, Star Wars and X-Men “action figures” for the rest of my life.
I also fail to understand strong emotions e.g. love, romance, etc. I mean, I understand them; I just can’t grasp the idea of actually using these emotions in a constructive manner. The thought of anyone even considering something beyond holding hands makes me think “Eww! My mind has been raped!”. If I ever have the displeasure of witnessing such an event it usually results in me quickly finding someone else to look at/talk to while the perpetrators suck face and then afterwards me not being able to look at them the same for at least an hour depending on the level of gross my eyes we exposed to.
If only there was some way to remove all emotions so that people like myself would never have to view such displays of affection… Actually, that’s probably a bad idea. I’d rather the human race didn’t become Cybermen or Daleks.
I like toys. I mean I really like toys. If I could I’d sit and play with Lego and Harry Potter, Star Wars and X-Men “action figures” for the rest of my life.
I also fail to understand strong emotions e.g. love, romance, etc. I mean, I understand them; I just can’t grasp the idea of actually using these emotions in a constructive manner. The thought of anyone even considering something beyond holding hands makes me think “Eww! My mind has been raped!”. If I ever have the displeasure of witnessing such an event it usually results in me quickly finding someone else to look at/talk to while the perpetrators suck face and then afterwards me not being able to look at them the same for at least an hour depending on the level of gross my eyes we exposed to.
If only there was some way to remove all emotions so that people like myself would never have to view such displays of affection… Actually, that’s probably a bad idea. I’d rather the human race didn’t become Cybermen or Daleks.
Friday, April 2, 2010
Hot-crossed fun day
Why, hello there internet.
How are we all today? Good? That’s nice.
So, yesterday was what my friends and I have named “Hot-crossed FUN day”. This may require a little ‘history’ lesson. Well, every year whenever a cross country or sports day is scheduled at school my friends and I convince our parents not to go to school (or don’t and still not go to school… wagers). On these days we gather at the lake in our area and have themed day. In 2008 we had International food day and Taco day and last year we had Food on a stick day. This year, because it’s close to Easter we named the day “Hot-crossed fun (bun) day” where everyone brought baked goods to eat. Essentially, on these days we just eat and sit about playing loud music in public places. That was a fun time. We taught my friend Mel what a “dyke” is and then she started using the word dyke so then we had to tell her not to use it as it can be offensive… Oh Mel, I did the Time Warp… sort of… and we all ate far too much food.
I wonder what will occur on Sports Day…
How are we all today? Good? That’s nice.
So, yesterday was what my friends and I have named “Hot-crossed FUN day”. This may require a little ‘history’ lesson. Well, every year whenever a cross country or sports day is scheduled at school my friends and I convince our parents not to go to school (or don’t and still not go to school… wagers). On these days we gather at the lake in our area and have themed day. In 2008 we had International food day and Taco day and last year we had Food on a stick day. This year, because it’s close to Easter we named the day “Hot-crossed fun (bun) day” where everyone brought baked goods to eat. Essentially, on these days we just eat and sit about playing loud music in public places. That was a fun time. We taught my friend Mel what a “dyke” is and then she started using the word dyke so then we had to tell her not to use it as it can be offensive… Oh Mel, I did the Time Warp… sort of… and we all ate far too much food.
I wonder what will occur on Sports Day…
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