"What a dangerous way to live!" she said, sounding utterly delighted.

HI, today I decided to go on blogspot because I feel sorry for it because tumblr is better,
This weekend was quite fruitful because I started learning to play bass and my friend Isabella and I wrote a song and started a fight club and ate a large bag of cookies amongst other things.
School is increasingly bad and I'm failing everything. Right now I have a cold and a lot of homework. I also keep crying at strange things such as dropping my headphones on the ground and seeing a dead bird. I also need to not be sick, so I can go to school tomorrow even though I don't want to so that made no sense. Okay, I'll stop because I am becoming incoherent fghs ddndfj.

"His eyes blazed like fire, somehow I pity those misguided men."

How I feel now is terrifically awful and I have no idea why, needless to say, very unhappy.
I finished Franny & Zooey and it was brilliant, and just now I attempted to write a letter which proved mildly painful. I injured my goddamn wrist on Saturday which means I'm practically useless but apparently I still need to go to school anyway which is just great.
I'm blogging for Maggie because she says I don't do it enough which is true I suppose, seeing as now I'm on tumblr all the time. It's so addictiveeee D:
So yes, not the most pleasant week. I was meant to be going on holiday with Mother, Richard, Emilie, Hannah, Miriam, Maggie, Dominic, Callum and Xavier but my horrible 'ganglion' thing in my wrist sort of ruined that plan, now I'm at home with nothing to do, going half crazy and feeling bad because I can have anything I want and I don't have to do chores or anything because of my hand yet I'm still constantly gloomy. I feel ungrateful or something, I have everything I usually complain about not having but I'm still complaining.
I swear nothing will ever be right.
I'm going to go read until my eyes fall out and eat something unhealthy.
The End.

I will make monkeys of these monkeys, it is their destiny.

Well, it's the day before my birthday and I'm very much looking forward to Sultana Bran and buttered potatoes. I'm not pleased about four things. One, my school is so feral, two, I have a stomach ache, three, I'm sort of sunburnt, four I look terrible with blonde hair, probably because I'm not Evanna Lynch even though I wish I was.
AAARGH so much awesomeness. Anyway I don't need to worry about gross blonde hair because mine is currently a mystery colour that shall be revealed on Monday.
I can't believe it's been a whole week since my last posttttt, why this time last week a guy with one leg was playing Banjo to me and Isabella on a street corner, srs. I don't actually have many interesting things to talk about actually. It was school photos today and mine were most likely hideous, x_____x! The lady actually said I was awkward. Tomorrow ought to be good as long as Dominic and/or Maggie show their horrible (JK NT RLY) faces at my Goddamn birthday party.
Uhh, this blog was pretty pointless because I have nothing to sayayayaya~
Goodnight.

in december drinking hot chowder, i look psychotic in a balaklava

I'm writing this at school which therefore makes me badass beyond belief, I don't have much to say besides that I am quite content although a bit nervous for no particular reason besides maybe the fact that I'm being a rebel, Lord Voldemort has returned to my school in the form of a trainee teacher's aide and that I just saw my hypothetical polygamy husband Mr. Gr*****se.
Today should be excellent because me and Isabella are going to Macrocarpa after school, which so happens to be closing down soon. [SAD FACE] Also I'm sure lunch will be enjoyable as always. I haven't blogged for ages because my laptop charger broke but I should have it back soon. I'm in a way better mood since last weekend and this weekend I plan to dye my hair again. This is a pretty rushed and crappy blog but whatever, Ms. Vozzo is very likely to murder me anyway seeing as I'll never finish this project. Well, that's it, I have nothing more to report.
n___n

There Is No California

Oh, hello. I'm in the worst possible mood and I started this blog for the sake of blogging not because I had anything to say.
So I shall say boring things like, it's the weekend, I went to my mother's house, I'm sunburnt and I made a salad. Everything is making me feel terrible even the cover of My Sims and the bus stop numbers written on my hand. I think I need to go away somewhere, not school, or home, or my mother's or anything. It's crazy but I feel like living in a forest or something stupid like that. I wish all the stupid, crazy ideas I had were actually brilliant and plausible and the rest of the world could be stupid and crazy. dfgskhgjkvgh I'd go to sleep but I'm babysitting, Usually I'd be really happy about having money. Oh man, I just need to go live in that crazy forest and everything will be okay, I think.

frances farmer will have her revenge on seattle

I've been at school three days now, and it's Sunday so I'm going back tomorrow. It hasn't been too bad, school itself is awful as always, but I'm managing.
It is of course nice to see Lilly and Isabella every day, and I feel a lot better than I did this time last year probably on account of having such good friends, yay :D!
Anyway what I really want to write about, is how I went to my Mother's this weekend.
I don't know whether or not to try and explain my whole family situation on this blog as it is very painful and complicated, and 'a long story'. But the short story is, my mother doesn't want me at school and she kicked me out in 2008 when she told me this and I refused to quit school.
I sometimes think it would be a good idea, seeing as I do hate it, but the problem is it would mean I'd have to live with her permanently. I still do enjoy seeing her and we had fun I suppose. Anyway I had a quite interesting talk with my stepbrother Dominic whilst walking back from a late-night trip to WOOLWORTHS* about a variety of topics mostly relating to school and not being allowed to go and church and how crappy things are and also things like being a telephone salesman and MLIA and stuff. I must say I'm so happy to have him around because I think he knows how hard it is to be in that kind of situation because he lives there and all and it made me feel so much better, hopefully I'll be back the next weekend.
Five years ago Dominic and his younger sister Maggie were actually my best friends but then my Mother had a stupid idea to marry their dad and have two babies, but whatever.
Ugh, enough about my stupid gay freaking life history that I get all bitter just thinking about. Onto something really cool: READING! z0mg it's s0 awesomeee!!1!
Without making this sound like an unpaid Premier's Reading Challenge promotion, I have to say I have been doing alot of reading lately. I finished alllll these yesterday, even though I've already read three, but whatevs.

via my rad photography skillz.

Fairly sure you can read all the titles, oh man, in such a deep Harry Potter phase it's kind of scary but the 3rd has always been my favourite. How To Make A Bird is actually amazing, it's so sad and brilliantly written. Cannot possibly express my love for CITR, my Mother told me that J.D. Salinger died on Friday, can it be true?! And of course I have so much love for Ghost World, n____n!
Well, it was a good weekend despite me feeling a little restless and imagining myself leaving home and going to Melbourne and time-travelling to the 1970's and stuff, yeah.
I need to rest, I think.
(L)__(L)


* I kind of adore Woolworths. Don't bother asking why.

I have a stomach ache and Garchomp is so hard to draw.

This is the description for an actual facebook group and it makes me want to leave australia very fast:

For all the immigrants who refuse to accept Australian customs like speaking english and realising that suicide bombers are a bunch of dicks. For those who refuse to dress, act and live like we wonderful Australians do, yes this includes stubbies, thongs and wife basher singlets. Then you can FUCK OFF HOME cause we don't want you here.
I'm not being racist, but you are in an english speaking country with people who are among the most diverse and accepting on earth, but your down right just pissing us off now.
WE HAVE LAWS, SO LIVE BY THEM.
WE HAVE A LANGUAGE, SO SPEAK IT.
WE HAVE CULTURE, SO EMBRACE IT
WE HAVE SUITABLE ATTIRE, SO WEAR IT.


The most diverse and accepting people on Earth apparently think that if you refuse to wear thongs and 'wife basher singlets' then you should fuck off home.
Well, I wish I could, but unfortunately for me I live here. D:
This is a very un-patriotic thing to say, but I don't even like Australia.
We have practically no culture and I know that we're lucky because we're a rich country and everything, but I can't help but hate it.
Plus it's hot.
Hmmm, consider this my Australia day post for tomorrow, ahahah.
In other news...I'm annoyed.
I had a nice weekend away from home and I am now trying to get my sleeping pattern back to normal, which I should have been doing ages ago, but whatever.
I'm listening to Ben Folds because someone's watching Over The Hedge in another room.
Well, I'm very tired and I understand this is a terrible post so I'll end it now.