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.