i am the cat who walks alone and all places are alike to me

praise the lord for Rudyard Kipling and the stories that stick in your head.



Today was so boring, i dont think i can even think of anything to write about. I can write about how ms baldock is so fat her feet look like loaves of bread, and her arms stick out from the sides of her body all the time because she can't put them down.

and her permanently permed hair, and terrible red lipstick, which like, bleeds into the cracks of skin around her lips.

its hard to believe she's only thirty.



I can also comment on how, right now, my relief teacher is staring very carefully at his screen, and clicking on some unknown thing. I bet he's playing games while the rest of us work our asses off to finish this piece of shit science assignment. God help me, im touch typing all of this.

HURAAAR!!!!

okay, maybe the hurrah failed somewhat, but im pretty proud of the rest of my work, and i really love JUSTICEE!!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!EXCLAMATION MARKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I spent my lunchtime in room 25 (i.e. the naughty corner of heathfield high school)

i really wnated to avoid getting rubbish pickup, so i just sat there oretyending to do work, but i was actually just shuffling through my ipod and writing the names of each song that came up on a missive piece of paper. it looked preetty cool in the end though, becaus ei did with with all my sharpies. Thats how effing awesome i am.



while changing the colour of my excellently large words, i found that fleuro green is a despicable colour, and ought to be removed from the colour wheel of goodness and into the failure wheel of shit.

i'd think you were pretty if you didnt look the same in all those photos dear

It really annoys me, feeling like i always have to have a reason to do a post.
SO yay for not having a reaspn, and for it being two in the morning and im not in bed.

I dont understand why everyone loves alex evans so much. And for those of you who dont know who alex evans is, he;s a kid who everytone thinks is hot. he's an incredible photographer and aartist, and a designer.
I mean, the last three thiongs are a reason to like the boy a lot, but most people dont even know what he does that makes his so amazing.
Its foul that people never see past someones looks.

also, i want to be sophisticated and eat sushi, but i hate it, and therefore will have to remain a barbarick young fool.
hurrah.

Also, my maths nteacher is called Rodney.
or Rod.

and he signs things with 'Mr.K.'
thats how cool his is.
COOL BANANAS

i found a website with lots of awesome games on it, and this weekend i played them non-stop instead of doing my homework.
actually, thats a lie.
Me and Chris went to Danils house (daniel being a freind) and we were supposed to watch skins, but we accidentally stole solar powered garden lights and magic streetlight orbs.
It was rather full of fun.
and that is all,
I ought to go to sleep, as i have school in about six hours, and i really need to get my shit together for it, because i've gotten hell disorganised in the past week, but i dont think i will.
and my ear hurts from these massive headphones that my brother gave me.
SO NOT COOL MAN!
God raving is fun.
jeez banana, shut your friggen gob, okay.
juno is soso good. It's too bad i dont actually have it here, or i would amuse myself until morning time. I honestly dont think i'll sleep tonight, which is all right, since i dont have any really important subjects tomorrow.
I'm just so not keen on VET on tuesday. I actually hate the head chef, who tells me i ought to have cooked my red sauce for two hours instead of an hour and forty five minutes. big friggen difference woman. but then again, o probably should listen to her, since she's the chef. in fact, thats utterly my failure, i should never cook a meal fifteen minutes less again.

dan cut my fringe last night, and im still working out how to style it. Also, im having a permanent hissy fit about the fact that i haven't had a camera for the past year. Its really bad. i find that life is hardly complete without a camera.
occassionally i use my uncles massive one, but thats kind of hard to carry around.

oh and this weekend, my daddy is taking me and my sisters andborthers an step-mum to the beach. As excited as i am to finally be invited to something at my dads, i can't help but wonder how successful it will be. i mean, me and my sister (who is in fact, the best friend i mentioned from valentines day) and then my two baby sisters, both under two, and me and two of my older brothers, all together.
I just think there might be a bit of failure involved, plus, i had to let down one of my best friends, who was supposed to be coming to the fringe with me this weekend, so we could get some ideas for multiarts.

oh well, i guess im looking forward to it all the same.
I wish my life were a little less planned. Some impromptu maneuvers are called for so i can get myself out of this foolish hole i've fallen in, and back on the road to success.
in other words, if something awesome doesn;t happen soon, im going to end up like the man who will never leave the dementia ward and in the royal adelaide hospital.
and now for a paid presentation -

AVG ANTIVISRUS AND SECURITY (its the best)

i paid myself in cake for that people, so you'd better all be downloading it right now, to make up for the fattnesss i just gained.

mkay, i should go to bed, before my talk destroys another persons head.
xoxo,

i saw chris's nanna in hospital today.
in the dementia ward or something.
there were many crazy people in there, and we were instructed not to 'disturb' them, probably because they would get 'upset'.

i was upset when the woman with the mole on her nose played with her napkin like it was a deck of cards and then evil eyes me. i think she was just looking at me actually, but her eyes were all squinty, so it looked like she was trying to destroy me with her lazer rays.

i learnt a lot of things, like, the man next door'smother would support him when he got out, and that his father had been a useless sack of shit, or something along those lines. too bad he's never getting out of there.
i also learnt that one lady there has a delightful aray of about six different pairs of slippers, all with little bows, and thoroughly impractical for someone who can't walk on their own.
and then, i learnt that one woman doesn't like her mains, except for potato, so she eats the potato, and leaves the rest of the meal, and the nurses let herr get away with it.

and when they go to the toilet, all of them take about twenty minutes to get there, and make a creaking noise with their walking frames as they go.
i can see why people are crazy there.
and hospital corridors are mightily creepy.
it was terribly lovely.
and then we walked from the hospital to grenfell street and stopped at a fountain outside the library and got blinded by the sun, and caught a bus with some asians from our school, who looked at me funny because im in there homegroup.
one of them looked very evil. he had creepy eyebrows.

it was all very disturbing.
and chris's dog smells very bad.


this is what happened today.


oooh and we found some sort of massive, creepy looking spider outside the hospital, and spent twenty minutes prodding it, like good people.

so keep the blood in your head and you feet on the ground

hello there my prettys,
im such a little maverick, blogging in Global Learnings. but oh joy, i have an amazing teacher (her name is Zelda, thats how amazing she is :D), and i've finished my notes on the french revolution, so why not do something interesting-er than work.
I'm stressing a bit though, because the assignment we're doing is huge, and its due next tuesday, and we only have one more lesson to do it. i guess that means i should be doing it now, making the most of my time, but honestly, i cant be bothered right now. I'll do it when i get home.
i never have any homework, and when i do, i do it the night i get it.
hurrah

Brand New are so good.

in the night, i light my cranberry candle from chris and i listen to their song 'Jesus Christ' over and over again.
anyway,
i should go now, and do some shit.

xx bieee.

Hold Music

i found this picture of a scooter by googling 'uberscooter'

i wish i had a post that i could actually associate with scooters, vacation or fall. i'd label the shit out of it.
i wonder of the people who made blogger just thought: 'hey, i wonder what the three most neutral subjects are...I KNOW! scooters, vacation and fall'


in other news, i watched 'burn after reading' for the fourth time tonight, and now im listening to architecture in helsinki and glancing back ond forth from the computer screen to the front cover of 'One Thousand and One Arabian Nights' i dare say i look like a paranoid weirdo to anyone who might be looking through my window right now.
but then again, what does that matter. im not the one looking through somone window at ten to eleven in the night.

valentines day tomorrow.
how exciting.
i wonder if there's such a thing as st valentines day eve... if there is, that's excellent. if there isn't, i just made one. so there.

today i felt sad. i had an hour long drive home from pt willunga, just to think, which i dont think was good for my mindframe. everything is so boring these days.
do you know what would be excellent, is if life were just a big series of montages. you could just get all the good parts of doing something, and not have to go through the depressing, boring things that make shit shit.

I bought a copy of the latest YEN magazine. god i love that magazine.
Also, i found a tasty new band called 'Wifey'

i must say im a little bit in love . they remind me of apricot and custard streudel and the annoying noise speakers make when your phone starts ringing to close to the, they dont sound anything like that, but they remind me of it anyway. im not really sure why.

i want a pennyfarthing bicycle. just for shits and gigs.

RIP Alexander McQueen

this incredible man will never be forgotten

let them eat cake

again, i ought to be doing homework.
honestly, who actually thinks homework is going to be done. aside from by people who want to succeed in life.
i want to succeed in life.
I'll be doing my homework if you need me.

Just yesterday i was walking on the moon with your stalker

its seven thirty one, and i probably should be getting ready for school, but im so tired right now, and im actually sitting on my little chair at my massive desk on my medium sized computer, listening to Ellington and noticing for the first time how really squeaky and creeky my chair really is.
maybe i ought to go to ikea and buy a new one.
but the one i have now has so much character. so maybe not.

i was up till one in the morning this morning doing homework. curse it. its my own fault for not doing it in class. but if you dont have an A3 visual arts diary, how are you supposed to do work in it.



i guess i shall tell you all about Jeff Soto now. he's a very talented artist, and he looks like a complete tosser to me, but his pieces are so tasty.

Apparently his art is designed to relecthis strong feelings about how 'humans are trying to harness and take advantage of nature'.
I think it kinda does, but thats just me. All that darn smog, all over the place.

if only we were all that awesome.

'Smogscope'

WIll You Miss Me WHen I'm Gone

how do i begin a blog without sounding tacky...i dont know if tacky is the right word, but when i read peoples blogs, they always start in some sort of awesome way, which, despite my best efforts, i can never replicate.

they also always seem to write about interesting stuff, and not go on like retards, which i also, cannot do.
too bad i guess.
my name is Maggie, and i currently need something to do.
so im doing this.


i guess i 'll begin with this:
My Last Breath are amazing.


they're a local metal band (adelaidian) and they;re playing at Fowlers on march 28th. so if you want to see them, DO IITT! they're awesome.


i met the drummer today, at my VET induction day. For those of you who dont know, VET stands for Vocational Education Training. I think.
don't hold me on that actually.
i'm learning how to cook.



so yeaaah.
im very tempted to devote this blog to music, just becausei love it.


i bought knee high converse the other day, but they have to be shipped from taiwan, which is somewhat annoying. and a moth is currently floaring around my head. that floaring word was a typo, but now that i think about it, it could be a mix of floating and soaring. neither of those describe what the moth was doing very well. it was fluttering...psychotically...above my head.




i guess i could put one extra band on here. One that a dear friend of mine showed to me, accidentally, while attempting to show me another, which i didn't quite like as much. Anyway, i'm so glad i came across these guys: The Fountainhead. I dont know why they were playing with all the metal bands that were playing on the night, but they're absolutely amazing.


that is all, for this evening at least