Cricks and Critters

such as me waking up at 11:10 to my mom screeching in my ear. staying home from school makes my dad agitated really easily, for some reason. maybe in the same way techno music gives me nasty headaches and makes me feel like throwing up. also, janie jones seems to be a very strange name to have for a song, but then who won't argue with that since i like a song called dog food, which is totally about dog food (well, at the end of the song he's yelling the dog food brands)?

and WHY do people have to dress like the music they listen to? i love ska. so does that mean i should dress ska? example of what ska girls wear:


-------nil---------


there you go, there isn't any picture about what kind of clothes i am supposed to wear. so let's say i like punk too, does that mean i'll go around with a mohawk one day? well that doesn't sound too bad but come on, ME IN A MOHAWK?

although i do understand why people who like bubblegummy music tend to dress ... interestingly. i still don't get it, though. even if this post doesn't make sense to those who dress like the music they listen to. but ok, it's not like i am going to go all topshop/zara on everyone and buy bimbo pleated skirts from now on (no offense to anyone who owns one of those pieces of cloth).

i also don't feel like my exams are on right now, which is a very double-sided conflict in my life. since they feel non-existent, i feel compelled to NOT study. which is to my disadvantage. on the other hand, i'm not stressed out.

hence the lack of premature white hair, thank God.

another new cd to add to my swanky collection.

Five Iron Frenzy!!!

here's a sample of one of the songs (my current favourite) they have inside: (it is so ridicuously stupid i wonder why i blew $22.90 on it)


When I was young, in the good old days on the farm, all I ate was dog food!
All the poor dogs whimpered and they would yelp as I smiled and chewed.

Dog food! A whole meal for a nickel.
Dog food! On some bread with a pickle.
Dog food! Guaranteed to drive your hunger away.
Dog food! Keeps a horse employed.
Dog food! Good for girls and boys.
Dog food! Most kids like it more than broccoli.

Nasty food I must plug my nose to swallow, because my mom's on probation.
Eggplant, brussel sprouts go down and come out, nothing goes down smooth like Ken-L-Ration.

Aplo! Kibble! Iams! Purina! Milkbone! Soupebone! Horse meat! Yeah!

you get the idea.

oooh, sanctus is nice.

well. how to fight writers block. we can talk about random bands like transistor radio and anberlin and try to make as many references to purevolume as possible, but instead we're going to talk about steaks and mr t. First thing up if you ever get the chance to try a 24 ounce steak go for it. (even if it all does go to your hips its worth it). And Mr. T. hmm mohawks and grunting and throwing people around. Well instead of mr t grunts one could always opt for the "bam" and "splat" special effects of 1970's batman. Whats up with reality shows now adays lets go old school and watch bad special effects on exciting shows like gilligans island and mr. ed. Yep so enough about tv. Does anyone else thinks it very bad to mix mayo and tuna on pizza. Another bad combo would be tofu and tomato sauce very bad. Shout out to sanctus real (because i can) b/c theyre songs are great and everyone should listen to them.

- guest speaker

hmmm... guess who.

i don't feel like myself anymore. i can't wait till november then maybe i'll talk normally. (i currently say superponies instead of supertones consistently. previously it was a one-off thing.) i also can't seem to spell nicely anymore. my dad said "thanksgiving" this morning, and when i wrote it down it became "thansk giving". sad, but true. i've learnt how to type in an understandable screwed up way, thanks to kayla's friend. here's what he typed: "hi im dvae you konw me.. im a ferak. the wired tihng is you can raed all of tihs."

more $5 cds are here to stay! (even meg has joined the club.) my newest addition: ghoti hook - two years to never

meg has weird reasoning. i don't feel like myself because...

pigeon says: (3:56:14 PM)
   maybe you ate a mushroom

so true she is.

don't worry meg. we're in this together.

DIE, SCHOOL! DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i spent the whole day in school anagramming my name. i am now Peel Hag Runnnt, haw haw haw!

it was also spent brainwashing kimberly by merely bringing my chemistry book to school; and then watching her rip her book covers off - just like me! :D i feel powerful.

awww, sweet! my mom just made me a drink. very nice of her.

i have spent a total of three hours staring at my computer screen (unfortunately nothing stared back) HOLY SMOKES IT'S 11:31 PM?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!? crappers.

die, school, die and rot with all that soggy cabbage in the trash.

clickety click below! boredom is essential sometimes, i guess.

i want to eat cheerios.

i broke my msn groundingment. i feel strangely fine.

/ kimberly ; waiting to inhale says: (9:15:05 PM)
   oh !!! oh !!! due to my fervent chemistrical pursuits, i have been taken overrrr.

RadishHead, the toiler of soil along the Mekong says: (9:15:35 PM)
   by little birdies.

i love this picture (i'm sure you know whose shoes are MINE! MY LOVELIES! ignore the pointy ones.):

there's this burnt cd (labelled in my brother's handwriting) motown chartbusters 1 - 12 lying in front of me.

motown.

anyway, here's a picture of my brother he just sent to my mom and dad via vodafone.com.au:



school's been weird, like i'm actually enjoying it. it's a phenomenon i hope that lasts for as long as it will, because this is coming in real handy for me. (i've been studying and paying attention. that says a lot.)

OH!!! i lovelovelovelovelovelovelovelovelvelvevleovelvelvoevoelove my darling cd collection now! ( also thanks to my brother and tim and ade) (and meg, but sort of because she hasn't passed the cd to me yet) in the past week i've gotten 5 cds! awesome-o! smashing! coolnessity! you get the idea.



monday was sleep-in day, and i had a really nice dinner that night. tuesday was walking all over town with tim and carol for four and a half hours and watching little mad ladies get mad, and that was fun. yesterday was boring. today wasn't any better.

yippee, time to write another essay due for english tomorrow. click your heels, skank a little, bang your head, mosh by yourself... yay!

well, well, well.

i'm actually reading up on biology. even though it has nothing to do with what i'm SUPPOSED to know, but oh well. i'm reading up on william beaumont and alexis st martin, this guy who was shot in the stomach and had a hole there for the rest of his life and how the beaumont guy did experiments by putting food in the hole to see how the stomach digested it. NASTY.

St. Martin would eat a normal meal and resume his work, and Beaumont would periodically take samples from St. Martin's stomach. Another experiment compared what happened to food placed in a vial of gastric juice (temperature not controlled), food placed in a container of water, and food eaten by St. Martin; he learned that gastric juice needed heat to digest (i.e., that cold gastric juice has no effect on food). Beaumont used more variety of food samples while at Fort Crawford; he found that vegetables are less digestible than other foods, and milk coagulates before the digestive process. St. Martin sometimes became irritable doing experiments (it was stressful for him to have food removed from his stomach), and Beaumont observed that being angry can hinder one's digestion.

this has been a nice day, considering i led communion today (that was a little scary but i survived and nothing bad happened, like me falling off the stage or something. i mean, that's expected) and sat through an interesting dysfunctional family-like situation in meg's car. we also sang very loudly in town. that was fun! and then meg was supposed to come back to my house to sleep before going to work at 7 (she's crazy) but carol called and we decided to go meet up with her and so we walked all the way from plaza to cineleisure - that was a nightmare because it's such a long way to go - and we met up with her and anna and kurt and nathan and this guy whatever his name is and stephen and liz and then we stood around for a long time.

and then me and carol decided to lie on the floor in the middle of the second floor. that was quite nice too, to see all these weird people walking around us and looking down.

and then anna (this british girl) saw her best friend from england when we were crossing the street and then she didn't say hi and she wanted to go say hi so we had to wait for the lights to turn and cross again and carol ran into some guy and knocked his phone into the bushes and then we met meg again and anna met her best friend.

i got a huntingtons cd for five bucks! awesome-o!

carol owes me a new voice, that pooper scooper encouraged me to yell veggie tales all the way to plaza.

i stole this from some random person's website, and i am also supposed to be studying but i am SICK OF CHEMISTRY!!!!!!!! hence this.

LAST LONG CAR RIDE:
the cab ride home from meg's house. that was pretty lo-o-o-----o-o-ng

LAST KISS:
i dunno, my mom on her cheek?

LAST GOOD CRY
weepy weepy... uh... that's a hard one. i haven't actually been crying! wow! just kidding. i can't remember!

LAST MOVIE SEEN:
i, robot

LAST LIBRARY BOOK READ:
ah... one of the few that meg borrowed, i forgot what it was called (my brain goes goosh sometimes like now)

LAST BEVERAGE DRANK:
aussie milo and milk

LAST FOOD CONSUMED:
roti prata! go indian food!

LAST PHONE CALL:
according to my trusty phone... it's my parunts. one of them, anyway

LAST TV SHOW WATCHED:
this travel show on india and i can tell everyone that where they were filming the documentary I WAS THERE! i mean i've been there. some palace of the wind or whatever its called

LAST TIME SHOWERED:
this morning

LAST SHOES WORN:
gallaz sneakers that are oh so wonderful to my feet

LAST CD PLAYED:
value pac (they is muchly great awesome) - jalapeno

LAST ITEM BOUGHT:
my dinner? but dad paid.

LAST ANNOYANCE:
this red bug that was flitting around the screen a while ago. DIE, BUG!!! DIIIIIIIIIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LAST SODA DRANK:
coke

LAST TIME WANTING TO DIE:
i'm not that morbid! although if Jesus came really REALLY soon that would be lovely (no, i'm not trying to get out of my exams..)

LAST TIME SCOLDED:
my mom to clean my room - she doesn't get it that it IS clean. i mean, all the clothes are in the cupboard. that says a LOT.

LAST SHIRT WORN:
this rollerskates shirt meg got from miss selfridge but is now mine for some reason

LAST WEBSITE VISITED:
this weird guy who plays ska (that's where i got this thingie from)

i will now go and weep in my room with my minnie mouse kleenex box for all the mosquitoes i have intentionally harmed.

and so far i've eaten a ram, lion, duck, owl, and squirrel. i think i have a tummy ache now, even though all these were an inch tall.

i'm winking at the screen right now. AT MY IMAC! because i have something in my right eye. it's time to throw my disposable contacts away, so there's probably a lot of rubbish that's accumulated over the past month in those little plastic lenses.

I'M HOME! MOM AND DAD ARE ALIVE! I STILL HAVE SOMETHING IN MY EYE!

wow, there are so many things to celebrate. it was soooooooo nice to see my mom and dad after more than half a month and the nice part is that they got me stuff and the fact that the fridge is FULL of all these fabulous chocolate biccies... (i have never seen so many timtams in the fridge at one go before)

i have this sneaky little papercut below my thumbnail. it's awful because i had to wash the dishes just now and man, does dish liquid sting.

ooh, i can finally hear that song on tim's site. yay! i get to sleep in my own bed tonight! and i just had a nice hot shower. do i make meg's house sound awful? i hope not. it was so much fun! too much fun, actually. i was supposed to be studying.

mom wants computer. I LOVE MY MOM AND DAD AND BED AND REMAINING BUNNY AND FRIDGE AND NUTRIGRAIN AND COMPUTER! bye bye.

I DID MY ORPHAN ESSAY! YAY! i'm so rhymey oh blimey it's slimey

anyway!

while meg was on the computer, isaku niftily got himself into a compromising position with the bed because he stuck his legs up against the wall and squished his body into the wall and it looked so NASTY! he also said he had a wedgie. meg took note that his thighs were as white as snow. stuff we don't ever need to know.

why oh why am i so rhymey

Dear Sanna,

If you are reading this, GOOD. Because you should not be going to my non-existent xanga that has been untouched for nearly a year. Thanks for commenting and I feel so compelled to type like this simply because it seems up to your standard. Weird.

I AM NOT LOOLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!I AM ....

LOWLTUR? naot

no looly
ae!!!

bye :D

oh, yes. where art those comments that have brought this blog LIFE? no one comments anymore. no one even tags nice stuff. blah, blah, blah.

i am vegetating in this room with a glass of milk and the supertones. however, i'm supposed to be doing an essay from an orphan's point of view. on what? nothing, actually. i am the puppet master. i can make my orphan chew gum and stick it in another orphan's hair. i can also make him/her chase pigeons.

i feel really, really, really bad for orphans. but how on earth would i know what it feels like? even though i am effectively a semi-pretend-orphan, since my family is a trillion miles away. well... ok, so that doesn't count as orphan-ness. let's see... orphans would be really sad to see other families being happy. they would also be sad to see other orphans being adopted and them being left behind.

maybe i should write this:

Friday 20 July, 2004

Hello. This is a new journal, and it is very clean and it smells like paper. I have been living in this decrepit place for seven years, ever since my mother and father died in a camel crash. They were on holiday in Egypt while they made me stay with my wicked aunts. I miss them a lot, even though they did not treat me well. They were very nice people, since they always gave me Haribo gummy bears to pacify me should I make a racket upon their departure to another country far, far away.

i seriously don't mean to be mean (repetition comes in handy for emphasis) but this is really rubbish... the other options for the blasted essay are for me to be transformed into an old lady/mentally unstable teenager and some other thing. i still feel reallyreallyreally bad for orphans but it's not as easy as it seems to put myself in that position, since my mom and dad will be coming home on wednesday night. which signifies the end of my mini-holiday in meg's house. which is also a good thing, since exams are in oh, say, a month? i think i'm going to pass out. i am also very hungry Right Now.

subtle deep stuff: why is it that i know so many people, but i can only count the number of friends i have on more than half of one hand? i.e., three fingers. this is baffling. is the world really that bad? are humans really out to get me? i feel victimised for no reason. WHO EVEN COMES HERE ANYMORE?

must be the lack of food.