TARDIS...of fun

So I decided that I would like to give myself an art challenge. I want a compiled picture of all the philosophers that I deem prominent. Probably in the style of a school picture, you know where you stand on the styles and whatnot. Anyway. So I'll probably do one philosopher per blue moon and stick them all together at the end... Not exciting I know, but it's all I gots.

Well I wanted to wait till I had the photos of supanova, but it doesn't rly matter so much. Supanova is an anime/manga/cosplay sorta convention where lots of things go down, some celebrities show up, and you have to move sideways through the crowd. People buy lots of shit they don't need and rarely look at again... but it's generally a whole heap of fun and I wouldn't miss it for the world. Now I tend to go for the cosplaying, so this year I went as the black knight. pretty fun, I sweated buckets and the whole day was just awesome. Some more hardcore people tend to go for the entire 3 days, but I'm not at that stage yet, mostly 'cos I don't have the dosh or the time...

Wish I'd gone on Sunday though, because then I would've been there for the art competition judging, and the day when a million people came in dr who cosplay (curse them).

So I am posting again... or at least I intend to >_> this of course makes no real sense. I am on my third year of a Ba now, and doing two courses of advanced philosophy, meaning I am up to my neck in work... but for some reason I felt the compulsion to stop being a lazy shit about my social life.

well in any case I suppose I should put down a few interesting things that have happened recently:

1. I have a puppy now, I named her Mill after one of my favourite philosophers <3

2. I still love dr who, and especially the master

3. I've decided to work on getting philosophy to the masses through the medium of comedy (for various reasons that are too boring to speak of)

well that's it I suppose. (So ... empty) oh well.

Hopefully this will be cathartic... t's the only reason for me to post at all

( well here's a handy dandy cut )

Bacon bacon bacon... *sings* I think I heard it on the telly... anyway, I'm posting, despite nothing very interesting happening in the wide world of Rachael.

thats why it will be ( behind a cut ) anyway... That was it... just thinking aloud... hope it wasn't too disturbing for ya.

well today was spec-crapular!

have you ever had one of those days that starts wrong right from when you try to go to bed on the preceeding day? yeah well today was one of those days I reaaly should not have gotten up and greeted. hell I shouldn't even have gone to sleep...

Well... I'm sick of being job-less, so despite having planned to spend today working on logic and generally uni stuff, I spent an entire unfruitful day searching for jobs. It ended with me none the more employed and a hell of a lot more depressed. I'm not qualified to do any-bloody-thing. aint that dandy... I WOULD say that the only productive thing I actualy did today was put on a load of washing, HOWEVER, and heres the spec-crapular ellement... one of my new bras just broke. not on the strap either, where it's fixable... oh no... in the middle. right in the, well anyway *sighs* so that fucking sucks...

now where was I? day gone, not got anything done... oh yes, the afternoon and how I nearly killed my neighbor in a highly ironic way.

well, seeking a way to make myself feel better after that stuff that happened today, I was putting my wet clothes in a basket downstairs when I saw my brother's Bow and Arrow set. I took it out and was looking for something to fire at when I also saw the old mattress mum said she was throwing out. Yep, what a GREAT idea... Anyway, after a while I was joined by my brothers, and we had a little competition going, and then the neghbor came home. Well... we were facing his shed, any stray arrows should be blocked by it right? So after cautioning everyone I lined up another arrow and shot. It rebounded off the top of the mattress and flew next door with a huge *hitting a shed* sound. Needless to say my brother and I buggered off inside rather bloody quickly.

Turns out it didn't so much hit the shed as it did nearly skewer the next door neghbor. And the irony? I hear you ask... his wife actualy set up an archery club and competed internationaly.

OK so that wasn't such a great day... no... well I'm kinda at a loss as to how to end, so this is it.

no, really it is...

ok now...

no... *giggles* you go first... no you.... ok thats enough now.

Hell-o avid reader, I'm glad you could make it to the wonderful world of sports rachael!!!

( and now for my customary cut! )

I get the feeling this will be quite a long post so I will hide it for the convenience of keeping it short looking...

PS. It may contain dr who spoilers (most recent series*, for all those Australians reading this who care about that sort of thing... if you want to read it... ( click here )
conclusion:
well... I guess it wasn't particularly funny, but it's not always going to be about tea going cold. *leaves to clean room*

ps. go watch magical trevor, yu-gi-oh abridged, and there were no spoilers, I didn't get that far.

21st April 2007: I went to see the complete works of William Shakespeare (a comedy onstage) fun for everyone. I thought I'd b in the front row but we were swindled, however, it was absolutely made up for when I got to meet FRANK WOODLEY after the show! *SQUEEEEE* and here is the picture of it!



of course, I do know I just put a photo of me on here, but you know what? I bet no one will be able to tell which is me and which is frank :P

*ANYWAY* - so that was one of the most amazing things ever, and on other topics, actually the same topic, it MAY be the TEENIEST bit photoshopped... ok ok INCREDIBLY photoshopped, because when SOMEONE took the photo the flash was way too bright and we both looked red and shiny, and overexposed. So it had to get fixed. Anyhow... I just wanted the picture to be here b4 I went ovr to delicate_lie's for the season final of CSI and house! YAY!

Thats right, my mother has turn-ed into the magical mystical witch: keeper of the hidden treasure trove... Yes we moved house, and now only SHE knows where everything is ferreted. The whole under the house area is her domain, and every time you go down there everything has shifted around.

I actually thought the house was haunted by the ghosts of giant fussy rats because at night you'd hear shuffling and thumping from downstairs late into the night after everyone had gone to bed. One night, however, I plucked up my courage and snuck down there where the strangest sight greeted my eyes, mum, having earlier gone to bed, had snuck downstairs and was, using her super human strength, moving around the spare furniture and cupboards etc... even the piano. There's no point reasoning with her either!

She has taken ALL the stuff, and hidden it amongst the debree downstairs, and it's impossible to find anything you want. It's like she wants to be the Magical mystical witch keeper of the hidden treasure trove of all my stuff, and then if anyone needs anything they have to ask her first.

She pisses me off no end! I've been living here over a month, and no two weeks is anything in the same bloody place! If I'm not careful, I'll go to the toilet in the dark some night only to find it's changed places with the piano or something. *sighs* well I had to get that outta my system *smiles*

( a request for ppl who can b bothered / won't get annoyed :p )

anyhow, looky, I'm updating! Well, things are looking up I suppose, I finished my philosophy essay and will be handing that in today, and then I have almost nothing to do, AHA! and then I can think of more interesting posts.

I guess I haven't posted for a while... but I've been busy *deffensively*

( and the rest is quite a rant, so I'm cutting it so no one has to read it in anyones 'friend' page :P )

well... entering my second week of uni now. I don't have any friends with me and I havent really made any new friends, unless you count the duck I named Dali Isduck, or the lizard I named beathoven. Philosophy is great, drama is boring, english... also boring, but on the plus side I'm reading beowulf. Psychology is... interesting... slightly bewildering but good. My favourite so far by a long shot is philosophy. Anyhow, you should see those pctures i talked about ages ago, from my trip to dreamworld...

( I'm standing next to a guy I'm SURE looks like jigsaw from the saw movies )

if memory serves me correctly...

ok... not an iron chef fan huh? well recently my friend Jacqui took me to dreamworld! YAY! for a b-day gift. It was... mostly fun. some arguing, some embarrassment, some losing of the path of light and stumbling onto...THE DARK SIDE!!!!! *over dramatises situation to extreme* well OK it was more missing our train and/or getting on the wrong one, but it's OK! one of the government selected lunatics, that are carefully in place on our public train systems was kind enough to announce the stations, occasionally agreeing with the train voice thing that announces stations but being mostly far more helpful by saying EXACTLY what the train was going to do. not clear? WELL TOO BAD! any-how... we got there

we got there and had a few tiffs, realized 'nightmares' (the thing we'd gone there for) wasn't on till 2 in the afternoon (or something) and went into angocia instead... we thought it wasn't going to be scary... HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! for a starter, there were masks... I saw the first one, and thought... 'ahaha! this is going to move... it's a JUMPER! (my name for things that jump out... I don't like them at all)' so I managed to point it out for everyone else (by saying "SCARY MASK!" obviously far more effective than "I bet that'll jump out"), (very chivalrous of me I thought) before quickly blocking it from sight with my hat. apparently it jumped out and tried to look under my hat... but I'm very glad I didn't see it looking under my hat, I thought it was robotic, but it was on someones hand! AHAHAHAHA!!!!! and it went on from there. rather scary, but once they'd jumped out... still pretty scary HA...

in between angocia and nightmares, I went around, ate sum stuffs, and all, and I also won a rubber chicken (pronounced chickn) at the pot-a-chicken game... BECAUSE I ROCKED AT IT!!!!!!!!!!... and the other prizes I could have had (a giant fluffy love heart or a giant pink stuffed seahorse) would have been a) hard to carry round, and b) utterly... UTTERLY hideous. so anyway I took the chook, and because it asked politely I bought it a hair wrap. It was gorgeous... and wen I went to nightmares it acted as a comforter, and a barrier between me... and the corpses (I was hugging it tightly... lets just say, the chicken was glad it was made of rubber).

but wen we did get to the nightmares thing, I didn't want to go in, and yes at the time I had a rubber chicken, and yes I proceeded to make scummy puns about myself being a spineless chicken... but ladies and gentlemen of the jury! I BESEECH YOU! no sorry, getting carried away again. (gets down from witness stand). but eventually I went in because Jacqui promised to take a picture of me with the guy at the door, because he looked almost EXACTLY LIKE JIGSAW FROM THE SAW MOVIES!! anyway we went in... there were incidences with the rubber chicken I was clutching... I'm sad to say... instances where it accidentally flopped and hit a mans (corpses/creatures...watevas) bald head ... I really meant to say "OH MY GOD I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY!!!!" but what came out was a firm but fair "NO!" ahaaa.... *cringes* anyway, they all turned out to be really REALLY nice people, especially jigsaw, because he came and talked to me and Jacqui and answered all our questions we had too, and even asked the others to have their photo taken !!! HE WAS SO NICE! and apparently he is usually part of the corpses but it was his turn to sit at the door. anyhow, if those pictures come out... I'm gonna find a way to put them on my... LIVE JOURNAL!!!! :D:D:D:D

so it was a great day out! excellent in fact!!! and then we missed our train on the way back ... but still a good day. thats all... I just can't stop thinking about how nice they all were, it really kinda surprised me I guess... but anyway, I'm glad I met them!

also!!! I accidentally snubbed delicate_lie at the trainstation in the morning teehee, I'm sorry my only reader!!!!

oky enough now, g'bye.

I have been hooked on the death note series and have watched all i can get my hands on, I also took a quizz and I'm very pleased with my results, MY FAVOURITE CHARACTER!





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Well, I realise I haven't updated in a while... but now at least I have something to say. I went into surgury today to have the side of my toenail sliced and diced and then some. they chopped into the bit that grows the toe-nail also. The whole experience was less frightning and more annoying and shitfull than I expected.

To start off with, no food eating after 7. normally, thats fine I dont realy go in for breakfast... blah blah anyway, enter the hospital 11:30, get out around 4:30. so in between I had encounters of the smock-with-open-back, great-big-fucking-needle-jabs, a-game-of-fucking-20-questions (with every nurse who walked by and wanted to know my intimate details), and worst of all disposable-bloomers, kind. I do not use the term bloomers un-nececarily, for those were not underpants my friend, those were not underpants... HELL they weren't even opaque. They were see through, rather like the smock thingy. Anyway, apart from being incredibly embarassed it was boring and scary and painful. And all for a fucking toe, but then its been ingrown for several years now.

So now I have to spend several days sitting on my ass with my foot ellevated in the air and not walking and I have stiches and I never ever ever want to do that again. what a joyful post :P

things to do very soon, in order of needing to do soon, to needing to do not so soon...

1. kill the bogan neighbours

*thinks deeply* well actually that’s about it. I need to kill my bogan neighbours before they drive me out of my tiny mind (and my tiny-er room). They play their music so loud my floor vibrates, it's fucking mid afternoon and I'm looking around thinking to myself is that a small earthquake? but no, I soon realise it's much worse, it is square dancing music played at a level where human hearing no longer registers individual notes (not a problem for them as their brains dont register any more than individual syllables and have stopped working on higher brain functions by about midday - half an hour before they wake up)... and drunken gossip which is fighting to make itself heard over the music. Their bogan children are called Bailey (the girl) and Saxon, as in Anglo-Saxon, (the boy). Those kids are screwed for life. I'd say they are going to waste fortunes on therapy but it's more likely that they'll go to a psychic for help, or a psychotic... or they'll name their children Bailey and Saxon.

Anyhow I shouldn't bitch about the neighbours... I should just get off my lazy ass and kill them. Never mind, if not me, I'm sure SOMEONE will do it. I don't think I've ever actually hated anyone this much before, without ever meeting them, so well done to the bogans. Still, I'm trying to put a positive spin on things: it gives me the rare opportunity to study the Ipswich bogan in it's natural habitat (a rented house) and although I'd say the experience is giving me an education in bogans, I probably won't learn much because the truth is, (and we all know it) that any form of bogan education only goes up to grade ten, then you drop out and get a job somewhere as a check out chick. Well I hope that last sentence there made sense because I'm too tired to fix it if it didn't... in fact, didn't I update yesterday? Yeah that’s right, so no complaints or I’ll fry you in a VB batter and feed you to the bogans. That’s right. *shakes finger in threatening but sleepy fashion*

Anyhow, I should get some sleep... g’night

Well I'm having a fine old time of things... Mums on a rampage, so I'm basically hiding outside in my room, watching Grey's Anatomy and drinking Pepsi... and eating chocolates from xmas. it's really great *sarcastic*.

On the upside being forced to hide in my room all day and be forced to watch Greys (which I thought I wouldn't like) has made me realise what I'm missing out on there. (a fair bit). So thankyou delicate_lie for hooking me, once again, onto something new... not even finished Buffy, and still wanting after Dead Like Me... I'm gonna spend the rest of my days on the lounge (well actually lying on my bed trying to escape my psychopathic mother).

Mums great, you know, I don't think she could ever be replaced by a robot for instance... mostly because no one would make a robot like that. Why would someone make a robot as stupd and useless as my mother anyway? I don't know, but then agan, I've seen toilet roll holders that are radios and lighters with a calculator on them. So who knows? Sure, "try the 'mother00x0' it bitches whines and complains while yelling at you to do multiple impossible tasks in the same instance. It reminds you of all your bad points and continually creates messes, so you can clean up again and again! Comes with ten key phrases including classics such as "clean your room, do you want to live in a pig sty for the rest of your life?", "this isn't a hotel" and "why don't you go and live with your father". The 'mother00x0' has integrated learning technology to fully annoy the shit out of you. So when your out shopping, remember our motto: The 'mother00x0' puts the stress, into fuck off you overbearing cow.(comes with a lifetime garantee of agony, cost is your soul [gst inc]each part sold seperately, some assembly required, batteries not included)."

still, I shouldn't complain. *ends thought there*

so now I've finally arrived home from going to lots of different places and from doing lots of camping (an activity I hope never to repeat) So despite being ready for a little quality time sleeping in my own bed (for a change) I have taken the time to update, so excuse me for a second *pats self on back* and expect more updating and that sort of hoo-ha to be going on, I'm back and I have absolutely nothing better to do than to sit on my lazy ass all day in front of the computer :P.

Actually, soon I'll be watching Buffy season 5, kudos to delicate_lie tks!

Well at the moment I feel like shit. And thats just for starters. tomorrow, I'm going camping!

I love camping, it's my favourite activity. Who in their right mind wouldn't love camping ... with the outside of doors and the inside of doors merging as one, and each of your family members sleeping a maximum of 2 centimeters away from you at all times! what could be more fun than spending all day cut off from real society and to be forced to have family fun? of course, to TRULY enjoy camping, you first have to remove your brain, but the opperation is painless, and afterwards you enjoy all manner of things... Camping... family time... indegestion... ripping off your own limbs and rubbing salt into the wounds, yep... all good fun.

Have you ever wondered why the great out doors was called the GREAT out doors? I have. It doesn't seem so great to me, unless of course we're talking in the sense of the out of doors grating on my nerves. There's mozzies, rain, wind, camp food, cranky family members. WHO WAS THE INVENTOR OF CAMPING!? some fucking GENIUS thought, hey, lets all sit outside on ROCKS under a bed sheet and sing songs around a fire while the insects gnaw little holes in our bodies. and everyone said YES, THAT IS A GOOD IDEA! NO! I'm here to tell you now, it is a BAD idea... I can't stress that ENOUGH! *is screaming the words into the moniter in near hysteria*

Anyway, I'm now taking a deep breath, and moving away from the subject of camping. but my prompt to blog was partly the fact I probably wont have contact with the internet till around this time next week, and partly because delicate_lie commented on my other blog. Mostly I just feel depressed. it isn't good to blog when ur depressed because it comes out all emo etc. well thats all for now I guess. just before I start nibbling my own ears into tiny shreds because of my frustrations, I would like to anounce now ...

I AM NOT A BANANA PEEL! you can't treat me like a banana peel because I am NOT one! I refuse to live in the compost bin and you CAN'T MAKE ME!

well, now I have that out of my system I can sleep easier. H'OK!

BTW. is that enough spacing 4 u delicate_lie? and my icons do so show emotion. This is my bored one, see? he's PLAYING SOLITARE! even though I dont feel bored, it's my best example.

Thats right... today I did a very heroic deed. It was about to storm, it was so close, you could smell the ... rain, you know the smell you get before rain right? anyway... and in the distance you could hear the thunder. It was drizzling lightly already, getting heavier by the second, when suddenly we realised ... BAH BAH BAHHHHHH, there were dry clothes on the clothes line! I ran out, and started unpegging, right as the storm was breaking over me. I didn't even have time to take a clothes basket, thats right, I was out there on my own... me and the ellements! and in the adrenalin induced rush, I didn't even feel the clumps of bindies digging into my unprotected feet... well, I did a bit, but only near the end, and then when I went inside and took out the bindies my feet started stinging... and I dumped the bindy clusters in the carpet, so later tonight I accidentally stood on them again. Anyway, as with all heroic tales, this does have some tradgedy... the tradgedy was that although most clothes made it inside, the underpants, and socks did not. Alas for the brave bits of lingerie (i hope thats how you spell the posh word for undies and crap of the same veriety) that were left behind, we will shed a bitter tear for you tomorrow, when we look in the drawer and find only the undies with no elastic, or with massive holes in them. Well who cares anyway? rain is such a relief after all the terrible hot days we've been having over here. not only have the days been hot, but they've also been humid (well dah, its raining now, so add the heat with the rain... meh) mum has been the typical stoic australian... (mum): heat? what heat? there IS NO HEAT! (me): ahhhh mum? I think your eyebrows have melted off... (mum): NONSENSE! dont be stupid! those were friendly caterpillas that I was talking to earlier and they've decided to go home now. (me, looking at what actually turned out to be caterpillas): oh yeah... going home huh? well lets hope they have air-con because one of them is dead and shrivelled like a mummy, and the other is suffering severe heat stroke. so yeah, I was shocked today when mum turned on the air conditioning, I had to resist the urge to look in her ear to see what kind of alien has taken her over. STILL... air-con good, therefore alien overmasters good. or better than mother overmasters. I think my life of servitude got a fraction better, so why look a gift alien overlord in the mouth, or beak... or whatever it is they have. and you know what? another really wierd thing happened to me today, I made a cup of tea, and GET THIS aright, like... I drank it.... while it was still warm! ok, I'll pause here because I know I just rocked your world. no? perhaps it was just my world that was rocked? well, it made a nice change to making tea then forgetting it untill it is tepid or even cold. Well I thought it was newsworthy ok? leave me alone! not only that, but I was watching thingy show on tv about australia's favourite album... and number one was DARK SIDE OF THE MOON! YEAH! GO PINK FLOYD! but even better, judith lucy was on, and she is the funniest female comedian I have ever heard. She just makes me piss myself (a problem when ur undies are outside in the rain) well, not really piss myself, im sure you are all aware the expression is not usually meant for the literal taking of? but they kept cutting her off to let someone else talk, and everyone else was a boring wanker. except maybe that obscure guy from chasers war on everything, but he wasnt as funny as he'd like to think he was. So yeah... it was a very interesting day for me today... in the way that it wasn't actually interesting, but no one is on msn to talk to at the moment so with nothing else to do I thought I would update. soooooooo yeah... thats about it (thankfully) and if anyone actually read this far, I congratulate you, well done.


oh yeah, and hey look I have some new user pics, and they ARENT ALL ROGER DELGADO AS THE MASTER! OMG! :P oky, they'll b integrating into my posts now, so look out for them (obviously as I address my audience I address the one person who reads my stuff :P thanks delicate_lie

Wheeeee! I was in the bus that hit je-HE-suz... no not really. actually if you watch that, the shadow of 'je-HE-suz' is clearly visable, but that of the bus is non-exsistant. ANYHOW...

*aside* hello... Id like to talk to you about Je-HEEZ-uz. (black books)

ecky ecky ecky PICKANG zoopboing *mumblemumblemumble* (NI) so yeeeaaahhhh... just thought 'd update, oky, here's a thought. CAN a lady with fake breasts get a flat? not a flat tyre, but a deflated breast? what if it was pierced by something? like a....ahhhhh.... sharp shell? OKY!, say shes in the surf, and a particularly sharp splinter of driftwood pierces one of the floaties (i mean breasts of course) so what then? does it deflate, fill with water and drag her down, drowning her? I geuss thats what life gaurds are for, I mean, they could drag her out, and give the breast mouth to mouth --> blow it up again? oh yeah, and revive the woman too. OBVIOUSLY... sha, YEAH, like theyd forget THAT, I think maybe NOT. ACTUALLY, is it possible for prosthetics to melt in extreem heat? nevermind, that one wasnt a good thought anyhow. no, but what if the breasts melted together? and became a singular breast? would that look wierd? or just like two breasts except they dont seperate or move independantly from each other. ok, I know there are QUESTION MARKS in there, but let me make it clear at this point I do not expect reasonable, well thought out answers to these questions. In fact, TAKE YOUR REASON AWAY FROM HERE, GO AND NEVER COME BACK.

ARIGHT, what I actually wanted to talk about was energex, that friendly lovely wonderful energy company who loves and cares for its customers fucking well snuck into the property, while no-one was home to opose them, and fucking well butchered the trees in our front yard. They stomped all over the maiden hair ferns, which will die now ANYWAY from lack of cover, which USED to be provided by the tree, and the excuse was that the tree was too close to the 'power lines' at our house. WHAT FUCKING BULLSHIT! we're going to raise the house, so it wouldnt have been a problem, and only ONE of those lines was a power line, it was the fucking line nowhere near THE TREE, OH BUT that DIDNT STOP THEM, OH NO. *sighs* it was some bloke with a chainsaw, obviously we're not going for minimal damage of the tree here... they cut off limbs that were thicker than MY limbs, limbs that were in no way a danger to the power lines, the fucking tree wasn't as tall as the power lines and it had been like that for years. STUPID FUCKERS! but anyway, i think I can pick out the council worker that did it --> theres one running around with a chainsaw, and a mask made out of the leaves and bark of trees. ooo yes, lets chop down THIS tree, this one that is NOWHERE NEAR THE POWER LINES. My tree wassn't a danger to society. You know I was watching some stupid keewee comedian talking about choosing rugby over oxygen, and I was laughing like "hahaha, no one would choose something over oxygen right?" well aparently energex would choose power lines over oxygen any day. HEY! FUCK YOU ENERGEX, that was MY oxygen you were chopping down, cut down ur OWN oxygen ok? but leave mine alone, and when u run out, dont come round to MY door asking for a cup of oxygen because ... I hate you *sulks in corner* and I dont want to be your friend anymore... go shove ur stupid power lines up ur ass, hopefully that experance will shock some sense into you. and its not even like you can complain to the ppl responsible.

I mean, u can talk to secretaries, like "I dont like that you BRUTALLY BUTCHERED my tree" and wats the secratary going to say? "yeah, let me get onto that for you, I'll just get them to stop cutting down trees right away" or "sure HERES the person in charge of energex, im sure he'll understand" i dont fucking think so. more like "hello, I dont like that you BUTCHERED MY FUCKING TREE" and the secretary would be more like "well let me shed a FUCKING TEAR FOR YOU cos theres not a whole fucking lot I can do about that *breaks down* I just oil the chainsaws, it's not really my fault!"

*sighs* well, I just wanted to bitch about that cos it really upset me, I had alot of fond memories playing in that tree as a kid, cos I've lived at my house for a long time now. Energex has been systematically cutting most trees along our street. its depressing and ts sensless, and thats why I like chinese... I like chinese... no, no more monty python, I'm leaving you on that note before I start bitching again.

g'night.

oh yes, and because delicate_lie updated and commented and stuffs that made me happy and warm inside, I wanted to plug her in this post, so go there for a good page, its good, you'll laugh, you'll cry... why once you've finished looking at her LJ u'll need a prosthetic hip and a new set of ribs. so go, be merry. goooooooooooooooooooooooo *whispers as if the go was the howling of the wind, wigles fingers in a goodbye and tiptoes away as if no one could see her*

although, it is nice to sit at home whlst it is raining, having nothing to do in the middle of the week, with a cup of tea. Please excuse me whilst I abuse the keyboard.... *short interlude involving hammers and knives and other objects of destruction* my i key isn't working properly and it shts me off. FUCK! im not even gonna fix that 'shts'.

*takes deep breath* ANYHOW, spose Im out of school in... *counts days on fingers* 5 days (got exam block, so only have to go tomorrow ... then long weekend till teusday. Come to think of it... next week Im not going to wet and wild either, so, 4 days. wow. I dont think I'll be able to cope in the real world at all, and it possibly wont be able to cope with me. its all very intimidating. AH WELL! at worst Im gonna end up in a dead end job, but at least even THEN theres no homework, and what free time I have to myself actually belongs to me. I can become a hermit if I want to... or, maybe not because I dont really want to, but if I wanted to... for sure!

well thats enough of that, I'll jump off that bridge when I come to it... or as my keyboard keeps insisting, ''ll jump off that brdge when come to t' *swears violently* well... I geuss I didn *forgets what was going to say due to brief interlude, turned into 'defender of the scaily'* YES kitty was trying to eat a baby blue tongue lizard. well shes going to be locked inside for the rest of today, she'll probably be sulking now. anyhow... thats about it.

well, on one hand, just finished catching up on CSI :D brilliant stuff, although, I couldn't help but notice that there was less CSI-ing than usual. *shrugs* still good to watch... with the grissom/sara and the...

OK IT WASNT AS GOOD. I liked it, i LOVED it.... but it wasnt as much CSI-ing, it was more... talking to people. I suppose though, all these have been about characters within the CSI team, which means angst takes up CSI time... or they had many many smaller, more simple cases. I don't know, perhaps I should just wait and see whats going on? maybe they'll settle down soon and get into some nice cases that require much CSI-ness. yeah, thats it, they just want an exciting start to the season, thats all. *comforts self*

On the other hand, no... dont worry, theres nothing on my other hand, geeze, not like I wipe my ass with it, or I would have to say... On the other hand, a little bit of shit. (and now I've got 3 hands).

well I am unnaturally tired, so I think I will leave it here. G'night.

Well, Today was one of the worst I've had in ages. For a start I had to go to school... Yeah I wasnt allowed to stay home, and well, I hate to say I told you so, sooooooooo I wont, but I did say I would be doing nothing. Yeah. I had literally so little to do, that when it came to the final periods and we were doing a mock essay in ancient history on the bubonic plague in complete silence, that would have had to have been the MOST thrilling moment of the day.

not to mention in chapel (a manditory and weekly torture) we have an open chapel, with birds flying around it and stuff... well one of those little birds shitted on my head. I was forced to endure chapel with slowly drying bird shit on my head... which had dried by the end too. it was very hard to get off after it had dried.

so that was my day, and all I can say is that I had better not get shitted on by those tiny birds again or for luch I will be eating tiny drumsticks.

Welcome hkffbjbeth to LJ! I know that she has some brilliant ideas and a wicked sense of humour. I just thought I'd take this moment to welcome her to LJ and plug her site, hopefully she hkffbjbeth will continue to update, I'm sure we'll be seeing some good stuff from her yet.

In other news (obviously of interest to the entire world, so I will not keep you in suspense for long) I ... have no real news to report. Yes, I've had some particularly boring days at school with nothing much going on, so I might stop posting untill something interesting comes up. Even an insignifigant bit of news I could embelish would do! Maybe if I got swooped by a magpie? or something... run over by a toy car, gouged by an umbrella, rain... it did spit a bit today actually, thats newsworthy isnt it. OH I KNOW!

Today, in the kitchen in the house in which I live, ME, I saw... wait for it... BANANAS!!!! OMG! and they were really nice looking ones too! I didnt know what to do first, eat, preserve, photograph... sell on the black market... I was stunned and I do look forwards to eating one tomorrow. WOW! I GET TO EAT A BANANA TOMORROW!!!!!!!!! The reason I'm so surprised is that Bananas are rediculasly priced in australia at the moment, basically worth more than their weight in gold, (not really, im just embelishing ok?) I mean... ppl complain about fuel prices, but if cars ran on bananas no one would be driving. welllllll... yeah. I've almost forgotten what banana tastes like. *has visions of eating a banana tomorrow* ok... well that'll about do, who could care less about bananas anyhow? so I'll quit now while I can still avoid a ramble.

g'night!