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Sunday, December 14 - Fact. Rumour. Status: Sorry... I think my blog has become less about me... and more about shit... but you'll just have to cope with that won't you...I like my blog... i think it's pretty... and everytime i look at it i think about the hours upon hours i have spent crafting it to make it look as well kept as it does... It's one of the few things i LOVE doing... Let me tell you about friday... let me see... 1st period we had drama... it was our last drama lesson for the year... it annoyed the fuck out of me because on thurs george and mad were complaining about us having extra people from other classes come to drama... they were complaining coz it was our second last lesson and at the end of it they decided that on fri it would only be our class... well... zippide do dah... because a week ago we had extra people in drama and nobody gave a fuck... and on friday we had sally, and bear, and elsa in class with us... so screw their double fucking standards and tell them to get a fucking grip... I have 'issues' with drama... sometimes i hate it... sometimes i love it... sometimes i hate the teacher... sometimes i think she's great... but i'll tell you something consistant... i tend to only really like the drama lessons where anna isn't present... thank god thurs and friday were both one of those days... Drama is annoying... because i am the invisible girl... nobody really gives a shit... so i'm using this blog to vent my anger and since it is probably the last lesson with the class it will be my last opportunity... oh fuck it... Issues, issues, issues... that's all i seem to have, issues... sometimes I just wanna have a good night sleep... but nooooooooo... someone had to give me all these issues to sort through so i can never ever have a good night sleep again until i've sorted through the mountain of issues and i can file them all under "cured"... Little bit of learning Little bit of time Little bit of patience Helped me make this rhyme Little bit of timing Little bit of thought Little bit of english That is what i was taught Little bit of corruption Little bit of pain Little bit of wrong words And I have to start again Why are they always 3 verses? I always write them to three verses and then I stop... I could make it longer but i'm running out of ways to finish "Little bit of..." Nobody emails me anymore... not really anyway... coz i'm boring... and nobody likes me... everybody hates me... i think i'll go and eat worms... fat ones, skinny ones... some as big as your hear... oh wait... wrong song... i do that alot... start singing one song and finish it with another... makes life more interesting... FACT: I HAVE NEVER EVER BEEN TO CHURCH IN MY ENTIRE LIFE AND I DON'T INTEND TO RUMOUR: MY BROTHER DOES NOT LOOK LIKE THE NEW MUSIC TEACHER AT SCHOOL STATUS: CURRENTLY I DO NOT WANT TO KILL MYSELF JUST FOR THE RECORD crumble | 2:19 pm
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aoi's design from SCRATCH © 2004
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DOB: 8th of October COUNTRY: Australia & Kangaroos
FAMILY: Mum, Dad, Mitchie, Claudia PETS: Tom the Sexy Beast FEELING:   
likes... buffy the vampire slayer, greys anatomy, glass house, kumars at #42, spicks and specks, west wing, angel, gilmore girls, dark angel, firefly, stargate, lord of the rings, star wars, the simpsons, crossing jordan, tru calling, ally mcbeal, bradley whitford, dominic monaghan, david wenham, rupert grint, james masters, anthony stewart head, elvis, hilary duff, evanescence, good charlotte, the whitlams, machine gun fellatio (the band), my baby tom, writing, singing in the shower, playing pool, netball, basketball, exams, tidying, chinese food (lemon chicken, sizzling steak, chicken and sweet corn soup, san choi bow, spring rolls, prawn chips), my old friends, my new friends, my other friends, my box, my papyrus, my faerie picture, mount caules story. 
 dislikes... bugs, honey, insects that she thinks are poisonous (all of them!), marmalade, studying, not knowing things, not being able to splel, the english curriculum, vacuuming, the beach, being on stage and not knowing what to do, shopping, gross things, vegemite, olives, dark chocolate, flower smells, the hsc, beetroot, my boobs, pickles, people picking their noses, half-eaten food, playing drama games all lesson and not doing any work, my father nagging me to study when I am indeed studying, my father nagging me to study when I am indeed doing something other than studying, losing money, being fat, when the tv times change and you don't know, mornings, being lonely. |
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