you

every though in your head is like poison to hear

im trying to think of something super duper creative to do, so i can take a photo of it and post it on here. i am getting my awesomesauce camera in a few days, so i can actually post the pictures of my thumbtacks in my other post, but unfotunately i am having to wait.

DOITNOW! ihave very little idea what that was for, but we'll go with it, won't we?
So, in other news, i really ought to be doing school work right now, but instead im doing this because um such a hardcore motherfucker. i dont know if you kids like that sort of stuff, but you knoe. Today i achieved the ultimate excellence of getting up at exactly a quarter past six in the morning. if there's something i never achieve, its getting up that early, unless i have stayed up the whole night before. I generally suffer greatly when my alarm goes off in the morning, because i don't go to sleep until about two in the morning, but this morning i was ready, and i am very motivated in that i have already finished half the work i have collected over the past six weeks.

wai till i get my money right

so i stayed up all night last night, until five am, when i went to bed. it was lovely, i made beautiful things and stuff, and it was really quite exciting.
here, looksee the excellence.
they're vintage print thumbtacks, and yes, that is me reppin' frankie magazine like a bad ass motherfucker.
i wish i was always this exciting, making pretty things. i made a picture frame with some of them, it isnt as beautiful as they are on their own. that's okay.
i went to the opshop, and bought a candle holder, and it really was rather pretty. it's like, a candle in a cage, which is exciting. i hung i outside, and it looked prettiful. now all i need is to get a candle for which to put in it.
i would like to be a silversmith, and make prettiful jewelery and sell it to prettiful people, and waste my time and get money and be whimsical without having to work very hard. life would be super duper good.
i just realised that i have a ridiculoulsy limited vocabulary, and then a second later i had a realisation that i dont really care that much.
there are two people next to me watching a film on a small contraption, and it sort of makes me want to die, because they keep laughing at the most unfunny things in the world.
while pretty things are all good, i am very tired, and do not plan to stay up that late again. falling asleep tonight will be fairly biblical though, and i am looking forward to it in rather a muchly manner. i bought two pairs of black boots, one of them a plain pair of black buffy goth boots with massive heels, and the other a pair of slouchy boots with little heals. they are both rather excellent, and i look forward too wearing them. it will be ridiculously exciting.
i have vet tomorrow, so i should probably rest up and look my prettiest for the course. i will iron my shirt tonight, and have a shower so my hair is all ready to be done tomorrow. and i wont take any nodoz, so i can fall asleep tonight. i need to check my hours at work, which is a bit important :D
i am quite literally just going to go to sleep in my free next lesson. i like the idea rather a large amount. i should probably do some work now, so i will talk to you and show you some more of the pretty things i made tomorrow.
xox

pretty ladies, with their bigshot beau's

this is really exciting.
11.10 am on the seventeenth of the eighth twenty ten, in IT room 2 at Heathfield High School, 99 Longwood road Heathfield South Australia, Australia, the earth, the universe.
it just turned 11:11.
if you write your wish instead of saying it, does it still come true?
fuck knows :D
i wished that my finger would heal up super fast and i'd be able to type with more that three fingers on my right hand, and write neat again, and wash my hair without a glove on. Shelley Rutgers, ass face extraordinaire is standing on a chair in front of the heater, flashing the whole universe as she does so.
and so, ms rose returns, weilding the white board cleaner and a cloth, fucking our shit up left right and centre, taking our phones, cleaning the whiteboard marker of our faces, making us look at her.
so like, i got my glasses yesterday. they are black, and have mustard yellow on the insides. i hate the yellow, but apparently i look ridiculously secreterial. people mean it as a compliment, and I've always wanted to look secreterial, so it's alll right.
Not.
teaguenson, the boy, is in mathematics as we speak, probably flunking, which is mildly hilarious. I'm a year below him and i'm probably better. but life is all about support, so i guess superfunhappytiems and things.
so far i have done approcimately two hundred and thirty one words, plus this sentence, which in my eyes is super exciting. tonight i am going to see inception with daniel wilkinson, matthew teague and bree yeomans. haha, bree has a hilarious last name. what a douche.
mum is very angry at me because she found out that i smoked the other night and threatened to kick me out.
miss rose just walked behind me and told me to stop. unfortunately for her, I have in fact, already completed the task ahead, and am probably the one with the best report on pumpkin soup.
that's life skills right there, comparing the dehydrated to the canned to the homemade. i am super tired, and think im going to take a couple thousand nodoz in a minute.
today i stored drugs up the ass of a small stuffed creature, and then swiftly dealt them out among the young school children.
I love how no one can spell. no one here can spell antidisestablishmentarianism, but i guess that's totally understandable, because it isnt in the dictionary. but like, if i asked lindsay Hawke to spell correspondance, she would flounder in the waters of knowledge and drown.
my head hurts, my hip is fucked, and i think im going to need a walking stick soon, but that'ws all right. i won't be broken again. just so you know.
so originially it was just matt going to the movies with me, but when i told Daniel what i was doing this morning at the bus stop, he asked if he could come, and i had to say yes so as not to be mean, and then i figured i would invite bree so that he didnt feel like the third wheel on the tricycle.

get the fuck over it - an introduction to life

its cold in my room, my hair is wet, i dont have enough blankets and im fucking tired, but hey look, I GOT THE FUCK OVER IT KIDS.
how about this: we get the fuck over the word fuck, and stop having a shit reaction to it, and BAM, it's just a regular word.
we've already built some bridges and got the fuck over them, so what's so hard about a little fucking word. why does everyone suck so much?
seriously though, you hate your life, get the fuck over it an make it better. you hate other people hating their lives, get the fuck over it and mind your own business. it turns out that its so not that hard you might die of surprise.
smoking: get the fuck over it, cancer is the only thing people die of anymore
school: get the fuck over it, when was the last time algebra came in handy for you mum?
war: get the fuck over it, there's no such thing as world peace, the little bitch in the back of your mind can confirm that any day.
life: get the fuck over it and kill yourself now if you're suffering that much.

if you want to, tell me its easier said than done, but to be honest, in my personal experience, its really not unless you make it. its only your fault that you're a dumb cunt who cant put words into actions.

two mornings ago a friend got up after a massive night, comes into my kitchen, gets a drink of water from the tap, drinks it, complains and then when i point out the water filter right next to the tap he says:
'its not my fault im fucked'
to which i say,
'yes it is'
because it is. your fault.
YOOOURS.
think about it douche.

love goes to love like schoolboys from their books, but love from love to school with heavy looks...

so would you believe, that as i write this incredibly interesting sentence, i am actually carrying out my suspension in 'ROOM 25' of heathifled highschool. in other words the 'naughty childrens room'. this should techinically be my recess time, therefore i should be in the hall, eating nomnoms from the canteen, but unfotrunately the year elevens have taken over that area which means i am banned right now. in seven minutes i will be forced to go back and begin writing my romeo and Juliet assignment, and then probably some of my convenience foods assignment, and then perhaps iw ill begin on my narrative for literacies. and possibly, very possibly, i may in fact work on my PLP assignment for work experience, although i did my work experience about four weeks ago. good luck getting my trainer to give me my certificate if my log book isnt even filled in right.
GAHH!