So I've heard these make you famous

Monday

ask out the girl of your dreams

liv boyd and i did spin class on sunday afternoon... we never realised it meant bein. g yelled at by a fierce black woman in a dark room on giant difficult sweaty bikes while she yelled"sho me what chu got".

I will never return..

Wednesday

restoration in the generation

Sometimes we need restoration in this generation.

This blog is amazing - Alice has a vision, but she doesn't have a home.

She wants to find out what home means to people. So, you send a frontal polaroid of your home, and on the back, you right your name, and location.

Then, on a little piece of paper, you explain why it is so special.

And then you send it away, to Alice, In france.

So far, around 70 people have contributed their homes and explained why they love them, in a project that will eventually be presented in an exhibit.

Already, I have my photo. So this afternoon, I shall be at a post office, with an envelope heading to France. If you would like to as well, visit A home For Alice.

Sunday

I'm a naughty little cup

oh gosh

Saturday

i just want you to rely on me

brydie bell

Brydie Bell is cool.

she can skate.... wearing a festive scarf and holding what is apparently north america's last polar bear.

she wears a denim shirt.

and slouches appropriately.

Thursday

desscoolbroh

now i will have some chocolate and go rest. yes.

So I've heard these make you famous

I like photos with quotes ; the combination of images and wisdom is clever.

I said I would never forget the first letter of friendship.

masq your ade

famous mamous bo bamous do damous

apparently i have an expressive face !

i just have flexible features :S

i know the shame in neglecting my blog.. sorray :s

i like..

- having my feet covered

- my ropey vest

- coral that sounds like fairy music

- vickys polaroid

- religion

- v line train

- wearing socks, all the time..

- sepia

- chai lattes (gay or otherwise)

- the little ox

- keiths cakes

-contradictions

- mohair blankets

- sad movies

- bad songs

- pop songs (shamed)

-tony abbot

- debating

- things to be ordered neatly ( anal? )

- airports

- television. i watch too much. keeping up with the k's, toddlers and tiaras, greys anatomy, brothers and sisters, the mentalist, the footy show, teen cribs, gok wan

- cosmo

i hate:

- indesicion

- barnaby joyce

- the infuriating desicicons made by k-ruddy

- people that embarrass others for the sake of god knows what

- bad grammar

- (c) ririririririririririri

- when that sneaky purple bubbles gets you on bubble struggle level 45. mm.

- :P THAT FACE

- maths

- the many restrictions on my choice of seating in chinese

- when sarah slaps me because i cant get the chinese to make sense outside of my head

- that my face is expressive

- hybrid bellybutton..

-dirty hair

- cockroaches

- ugly voices

- bad endings

- acoustic versions

- tavi gevinson

- open doors when in my room

- alterior motives

i wish:

- that there was a movie were all major stars would play their best characters and meet each other. this would need to be directed by a really amazing director with really clever scriptwriters. not quentin tarantino hes too weird.

- snowy was nicer.

- plans wouldnt change

- i could actually catch the bus on time

- i met the kardashians

- i had a top locker

- i could snuggle and/or rest all the time

- people werent so lazy

- it was socially acceptable to eat pad thai for every meal

- i had more hair

- the dog could walk himself

- all the ideas i had could be documented more easily then me sitting here trying to remember what i wanted when i was on the train today.

- fat fat expressive face fat siiiigggh

- sarah understood the above sign language.

Monday

did you know john mcaine speaks russian?

"youth is wasted on the young" - George Bernard Shaw

HAH WHAT BULLSHIT NO ITS NOT.

thats ri-dik-oh-lass.

foolish man, you clearly do not know what you are talking about.

+ Today i thought in depth about the financial crisis in Persia, as i believed the worlds floorboard would be lacking without rugs. And then Jordie told me persia did not exist.

and i was crushed.

its iran.

so cheated!

you cannibal you meat eater you see

So this week i have:
- bought a new dress
- teased my hair
- bought a lamp
- made a card
- watched inglorious basterds
- been late to class at least 3 times
- lost my school hat
- found a delicious new drink
- discovered i was allergic to soy sauce
- not thought about work experience
- glimpsed bones on icy tower
- got money
- became broke ( succesively)
- danced ... :S
- gotten back into omegle
- found a friend on omegle who insists if we were to be friends i would delivier fresh coconuts to his door daily
- feared a chemical spray in science
- procrastinated
- missed the bus. twice.
Its great,
only 2 weeks to go...

Saturday

oh no...

aww sheeet.
as the day wears on i remember more and more about what I did last night...
it probably wasnt good.

Thursday

daa fooourrr

Because only we can get away with

poo change

walking on spencer st.. alone..

taking shortcuts
asking the jap man for help

adoring the tiny tiny cat

dying of incense inhalation..

and standing in a circle for a timed embrace whilist chanting our.. song?

Sunday

indiana

come out of the cave walking on your hands

beeeeeowwwwwwww

hey little lady

as I was reclining lazily in science the other day i was talking about blogs;

and the interesting discussion came to light about the aims and purposes of blogging.

and it made me agree to a sense,

because the purpose of my blog ( thats a lie, it has no purpose. i just had a long day indoors and a period of deeply shameful creative energy, probs premenstrual)

was not to be a different me;

was not to be a journal;

was not to be a place where i could release

because that can be dangerous, and that can be abused so easily, and thats frightening.

Becuase, as it was put, I would never want to reach a stage where I used my blog to hide behind.

Its a literal way to share things, and thats refreshing, and i have an appreciation for that.

What ends up on here I will share you, anytime, anywhere, anyone.

Goodnight chillren'

the things you can learn from childrens poets,

sometimes;

the truth makes everything seem like a lie

this is unfortunate, this is sad

but sometimes it seems,

like things might be bad.

Dr Seuss

on his deathbed, September 1991

Wednesday

we fall hard

I can almost confidently say that of the 23 girls in this class, about 20 are playing Icy Towers. The three that aren't have probably minimized their screens.