This BIC Crystal ballpoint pen worked for a couple of days for me. I was able to boot it up by removing the cap and write some letters. The lack of features aggravated me a bit. As other users pointed out there is no spell check, or drivers bundled with the package. But I was able to make due. It wrote in very wonderful blue ink. I did notice that the more I used the pen the slower it got. I kept rebooting it by placing the cap and taking it off. This did little to help me. I am assuming the registry is getting too big, but due to the lack of instructions I cannot access the registry. I wrote "regedit" thousands of times on a paper, but the Registry Editor never started. I left the pen laying on the table for hours, but the screen saver NEVER once came on. (I like the scrolling markee but alas it never started.) i tried to interface it with an old dictionary, but I could not find even one USB or serial port. Then after only three days of use, the ink came out of the pen and spilled all over the paper. Tech support could not help me with the Blue Screen of Death. I am fed up with this pen and will never use it again.

I HATE IT.

I've been watching a lot of Dexter latley. Since we don't have the movie channels on Foxtel anymore I've been downloading them online. Download two a day (since my connection is so slow it takes about four hours to download each episode) and then watch them in the night time. It's cooler at night time. I have all the lights in my room turned off and I sit on my bed watching them on my laptop. And the screen pops. Like - I can't word it. But it looks totally intense.

I seem to be the only person who watches it now. Sam told me the other day that she gave up after her IQ box forgot to record an episode, and my Mum gave up simply because the show made her squeamish. Personally, I think that's the sign of good television, when it makes you feel all icky inside. Means they're doing something right. Better than bloody Home And Away...

I don't wanna give too much away in case someone wants to watch it (if you want, just say the word and I'll burn the episodes for you when I get them), but I never thought that a sociopathic serial-killer would be so easy to relate to - or so cute. ^_^ I mean, apart from the whole no-neck thing... Trust me, you'll see it if you watch the show...

Anyway, I'm about halfway through the first season. The Americans are already almost up to the third season - bastards. Once I finish downloading all of the first, I'll do the second. And burn them on to DVD. AND CACKLE.

Because really, it is quite an enjoyable show.

Oh. My. Mother-Fucking. God. Guess what I brought this morning?


I've already watched two episodes. Man, I need a life. XD. BUT IT'S SO FREAKIN' COOL! *dances*

I just finished watching the first two episodes of Blackpool on YouTube. It's actually quite a good show (the random musical numbers are hilarious), despite any misgivings I had about it prior to tonight. Hearing David Tennant using his real voice is hilarious. He sounds so - Scottish...
I'm gonna watch two more episodes tomorrow. It takes ages for them to load though. Each episode is split into six parts (damn YouTube time-limits) of ten-minutes each. One hour episodes, which take two hours to all load... *dies*
Thank god we have unlimited bandwidth, eh?

I now have four copies of Grace by Jeff Buckley. I'm a fucking champion. *happy dance*

Here is some writing. It's the other present. The one that isn't naked Alex James and a lamb...

~OoO~

Neal woke up to find a man standing over his bed, breathing heavily and dripping water onto the carpet.

"You've been a very naughty boy." The man said. Neal, who wasn't paticularly afraid at this point due to the lingering effects of the two joints he'd smoked before going to sleep, sat up in his bed a little.

He raised an eyebrow at the man, grinning as he asked, "Is that supposed to be some dodgy porno line? Is this the bit where you rip off your clothes and sh-"

"You shouldn't say things like that..." The man said quietly, moving into the light a little more so that his face was visible. He was tall, with neatly trimmed brown hair and stubble brushed across his cheeks. He wore a red-suit with furry white hemming and knee length riding boots - Neal thought the man looked like a handsome, if not slightly pedohpelic Santa Claus. He looked as if his age was somewhere between thirty and thirty five, though to Neal this didn't really matter. All that mattered to Neal was what this man was doing in his bedroom...

"Who are you?" The boy sat up a little straighter, pulling the bed-sheets tighter around himself, for the first time becoming worried about what this man was doing in his room. It wasn't the first time he'd had strange people appearing in his bedroom; whenever his parents were away he turned the house into a 24-hour non-stop party, with people coming and going as they pleased. Hell, once he'd even woken up with a dog in his bed - and he didn't even own a dog.

But somehow this was different. It had that weird feeling to it, the one where he couldn't quite figure out whether it was all a dream or not.

The man smiled, revealing two rows of perfectly straight, white teeth, which seemed to glow in the darkness. "I'm Nick. Actually, I have many names, but I think Nick suits me best, don't you?"

"Nice to meet you Nick. Now I want to know what the fuck you're doing in my bedroom at -" Neal glanced across at the display on his alarm clock. "11:25 at night."

"You don't even know what night it is, do you?"

"I know it's 11:25 and there's a stranger in my bedroom..."

"It's Christmas Eve, Neal. Christmas Eve. And you've forgotten all about it, haven't you? I bet you've forgotten about Christmas as well. With all the drugs you're taking I'm suprised that you can even remember that this is your bedroom..."

There was silence for a few moments and Neal could hear the rain beating against his bedroom window, masking the sounds of the highway beyond. Now that he thought about it, he realised that it was Christmas Eve. Not that it mattered much. The only people who really got excited about Christmas in his family were his parents. Already there was an unbelieveable amount of food stuffed into the refrigerator in the kitchen, awaiting consumption by the whole family tomorrow. It would be Neal, Neal's parents, his brother and sister and their families all crushed into the house, stuck with each other for hours upon hours... A living hell, in Neal's opinion.

"Still, that doesn't tell me what you're doing here."

"If you really want to know the reason I'm here, then I'll tell you." Nick took a step over to the desk, pulling the computer chair towards him and straddling it so he was facing Neal. He looked at the boy. "Mind if I light up in here?"

Neal shook his head and Nick pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, igniting it and taking a deep drag.

"The truth is, Neal, I'm Santa Claus. Saint Nicholas, Father Christmas, Kris Kringle - whatever you want to call me. And I'm here to have a talk with you. You see, I've made my list, and I've checked it twice..."

"You're gonna find out who's naughty and who's nice?" The boy in the bed asked, smirking.

Nick shook his head. "Nope. Already done that. And you're on my naughty list. Actually, you've been on my naughty list for the past five years, so I decided we needed to have a little chat."

It was said in such a casual tone of voice that Neal couldn't help but give a yelp of laughter. The idea of anyone, especially a thirty year old man, claiming to be Santa Claus was simply ridiculous.

~OoO~

Neal would have that knowing half smile plastered across his face, eyes glittering, as though he'd just heard an insanely funny joke that you weren't allowed to know about. The only urge you got was to punch him in his pretty-boy face, making him bleed, maybe knocking out a tooth for good measure.

~OoO~

Neal and James were polar opposites. Neal was loud, eager to be the center of attention. Always darting from one group of people to another, wanting desperatly for people to like him, eager to please and to be pleased in return. He was two-faced and would've done anything for fame. To the people he really loved though, he was loyal to a fault.

James, on the other hand, was introverted, quiet and sarcastic. He didn't really care what people thought of him, and when he actually decided to talk to people he was blunt and eager to reach the point. I couldn't really decide how much of this could be put down to his drinking, but as far as I could tell when he was sober, he was a generally nice guy. He was wary of people he didn't know, but that could be attributed to the fact that he was constantly being robbed.

I was never exactly sure how I managed to fit into the band. I suppose I was the one in the middle - the one who evened everything out.

~OoO~

"Why did they have to dress me like this?" James growled, gesturing at the bright pink waistcoat that he'd been coaxed into by the photographer.

We were on a photoshoot for some shitty teen magazine. Thank god they only really wanted pictures of Neal - it meant that James and I could sit down and get totally hammered after the group photo was taken.

I gave James a sarcastic look from behind my glasses. "Because you're the gay one. You know that all these magazines are only interested in stereotypes. You, gay. Me, nerdy. Neal, pretty. That's how it has been, that's how it always will be..."

Glancing down at myself I fliched. Tweed trousers, button up shirt, vomit inducing vest... It was always like this. The only fun times we had being photographed was when we were doing our own press shots, or when a half-credible music magazine interviewed us. Then we could be who we really were; James, shy and hidden in clothes four sizes too big for him. Me, messy hair and an enormous hoodie. Neal, egotistical and shirtless. Actually, Neal seemed to be shirtless in a lot of photographs...

~OoO~

Alima seldom saw Tate smile any more. When they first met, it had seemed like a grin had never left his face. Everything he'd said had been punctuated with a laugh, and at the end of every joke he had expressed a little giggle, making him sound ridiculiously flambouyant.

She missed it. Actually, she missed Tate in general. She still loved him, really, even though she'd never let him know it. Every time she saw him her stomach did a little flip, or she felt the hot heat of a blush spread across her face - she felt like she was still a sixteen year-old girl.

~OoO~

Tate sat outside in the garden, a cigarette dangling from his right hand and a glass of wine held in the other, screaming children surrounding him and Alima glaring at him from the kitchen window. He could feel a migrane coming on, but he shook it off, stubbing out the cigarette and giving his wife a casual wave, as if to say 'Yes Darling, back on the job.'

The job in question was to keep an eye on the ten children in the backyard, one of whom was his daughter, celebrating her sixth birthday. Raissa was dressed in a dress so pink that it literally hurt the eyes to look at it - Tate wasn't exactly sure why Alima had brought the dress in the first place.

~OoO~

Time seemed to freeze into place. From the sitting-room he could hear the high pitched voices of the cartoon characters on the TV, and the accompanying giggle of his daughter, Raissa, as she watched them. She was six years old now, and he loved her more and more with each passing day. Everytime he saw her do something new, like climbing a tree and writing out her name perfectly his heart felt as though it would burst with pride. He had helped create her. He never thought he could be a part of anything so wonderful.

Tate looked across the kicthen table at his wife. Alima, with her big brown eyes and full pouty lips, with her wavy brown hair and caramel coloured skin, her wit and her charm. He knew her well enough that he could tell what was coming. He knew. He'd known for months.

For a moment her hands clenched a little tighter around the cup of tea that she was nursing in her hands, knuckles turning white. She bit on her bottom lip before she said it. Before time finally began again.

"Tate, I think you should move out."

~OoO~

Neal woke up screaming.

He was laying on a bed, with no idea where he was and no idea why he was screaming. He wore nothing except for his boxer shorts and a thin layer of sweat. The sheets upon which he was sprawled felt clammy and grotty underneath his skin.

Enormous black spiders were crawling all over his body, digging underneath his skin and writhing in his flesh. The pain was unbearable. He desperatly tried to raise his hands to attempt to fling the arachnids away from himself, but he found that both his arms were strapped to the bed he was laying on, as were his legs.

~OoO~

A man walks past us, looking as though he wants to bash the shit out of us and then steal our car. He sneers at us and we hear him mutter "Fucking faggots." Neal leans out the window, screaming out, "COCKSUCKER!" and then winds up the window frantically so it closes just as the man throws himself against it, beating at the glass with his fists, and expression of anger on his face, the signs of meth lingering in the pupils of his eyes.

Neal turns to me and grins, shouting over the banging of the man, "See, I told you visiting this part of town would be fun!"

~OoO~

I stopped in the carpark, glancing at the motorhome we'd rented for the tour. There was yelling coming from inside and whatever it was, I wasn't paticularly keen to become involved with it. At the moment I just wanted to sleep, and not wake up again for a good ten hours. Irritatingly enough though, the only place that I could possibly sleep (without getting mugged and raped, at least) was inside that motorhome, so I knew I would have to face the screaming sometime.

With a gentle sigh I started towards it, wondering why I always seemed to be the one to walk in on Neal and James when they were drunk and fighting.

Hahah. Don't ask me how I found this. Actually, I could probably find some other dodgy Blur pictures, BUT THAT'S BESIDE THE POINT!
Anyway, merry pre-Christmas...

Dream 1: I was in a large, expensive hotel. I was standing around talking to some people, until a security guard came up and tried to kick me out. I threw a glass of water in his face and then started running around with a group of Asian kids. The security guards tried to lock us inside while they called the police, but me and one of the other kids broke one of the enormous glass windows, and everyone ran out from there. Me and the other kid decided to run away to America so we grabbed some bicycles and rode down to Cooloman Court to get camping supplies, except Coolo was Woden... If that makes any sense whatsoever...
We got there and we saw Coby and Courtney and Rachel sitting in the food court (which was where Fantasy Doughnuts/Big W is) and we went up and tried to scab money off them. They gave us handfuls of small change. Then we walked around to try and get more money, but there were undercover police everywhere looking for us.
I saw Mrs. Kelleher with a big group of teacher-friends doing a drama performance. I walk up to her and pretend to trip over and drop all my money at her feet. She gets her high-heeled shoe and grinds on my hand with it, until my fingers are all bloody and raw and crushed. I can't scream or anything because of all the police around. I get up and walk around, and see a quiver of arrows leaning against a wall near a table of people. I walk past and grab it, but Jamie Durie starts chasing me down a flight of stairs (they're his arrows). He's having an affair with someone's wife and doesn't want me to tell, so he's going to kill me. I get outside and start screaming it out. The police run up and start beating me with their truncheons.

Dream 2:I was in prison. Everyone had just been released out of Solitary. We were lined up so they could count us, and a guard threw a rock at me. I caught it and threw it on the ground. The guard had a go at me and threatened to put everyone back into Solitary. I begged and begged for him not to, because if they were put back, everyone would kill me for it. In the end he just gave me nine months of Solitary (which at the time didn't seem all that bad, considering I got to keep my life...) instead of everyone else being punished as well.
The prison itself was in the middle of the jungle, sweltering heat and bugs and little to drink. We were all kept in a large compound made of dirt, with one long 'L' shaped building where we all slept. Outside the compound, directly in front of the gates, were the administration buildings and the canteen. Occasionally we were allowed visits from people, and to walk with them to the canteen and around the admin section. The prison was really extreme and the guards were total sadists. It was awful. For some reason there also seemed to be a bizzare amount of people from Stromhole there (Reece, Stephen... Others...).
Anyway, the next part of my dream I was in the back seat of a car, being driven back to prison through the jungle. There was a doctor sitting in the backseat with me, and he was telling me about secret escape routes from the prison, but I wasn't really listening. I was just looking out the window of the car as we drove back.

Is it just me, or is there a common theme of persecution running through my dreams?
Anyway, dreaming really vividly at the moment. Hopefully I haven't jynxed it and there might be some more through the week. I wanna have a Christmas dream...

Oh. My. God. I thought it was only possible to find pretties when you were at Civic, or Woden, but I just went down to Noodle Castle and there was the prettiest looking guy I've seen for heaps long! I think I might stroll down and buy some spring rolls in the new year, just to have another look at him. He had the cutest accent ever too. I love Vietnamese accents...

Oh. My. God. I just uploaded a whole load of files to my iTunes library that I thought I'd lost, and there's actually heaps of good music in there. Why did I ever get rid of it?

Oh. My. God. When I was out with Nanna and Da the other day, Da started driving up the wrong lane of traffic, towards the oncoming cars. It was terrifying.

Oh. My. God. Only one more writing day left until Christmas. I'm not gonna get my Christmas story done... But I did come up with the idea of an incredibly pretty Santa Claus (who looks oddly like Pelle Carlberg crossed with Jeff Buckley), so I suppose it's not a total wash-out...

Oh. My. God. Kim's dog hates me. When I went there the other day so we could walk down to the school together, the dog came in and started barking and growling at me. Man, I growl once, and this dog hates me for the rest of it's life... *sighs*

Oh. My. God. I was walking past Hot Dollar in Tuggeranong and y'know how they have the giant inflatable Christmas decorations out the front? If you walk past the giant Santa Claus, it looks like he has an enormous erection. I walked past it with my Da, and I pissed myself laughing, and he was all, "What? What's so funny?" Needless to say, I didn't tell him...

Oh. My. God. Did you know Blu-Tack can remove lint from clothes? *is amazed*

Oh. My. God. I've finally decided what I'm going to be when I grow up. I'm going to be a thief, and go around the world stealing things. I'll steal things from Go-Lo, I'll steal things from jewelers. I'll even steal pictures from Art museums. *cackles*

Oh. My. God. Did you know that even some so-called 'smart' people don't get sarcasm? Let's take, for example, Andrew at Graduation...
Andrew: [As the award for Band is being handed out] I bet that Meghan Smith will win this one.
Me: [Voice literally dripping with sarcasm] Oh wow, Andrew! However did you guess that?!
Andrew: [Talking to me like I'm stupid] Well, uhh, I thought it was kind of obvious... Because she was doing all that band stuff... And... Yeah...

I made myself a new blog layout. Comment me. Tell me what you think of it. Comment's = love.

I hate the holidays. I really do. I always end up becoming terribly depressed during them. I stay home alone the whole time, and I start talking to myself and doing nothing except sitting on the couch watching TV or surfing the net all day... This holidays I want to DO something. I want to get out and get a job or something... But I can't, because I have no house keys... Damn... I'm going to have to stay in this hole for six weeks and do nothing but clean...

I think it was the result of talking about Shaun Of The Dead to Mum and finding two year old eggs in the fridge...

There was a zombie invasion. I was down at the coast house with three people I didn't now. We ran and barricaded our selves inside and then 1 + 2 went away and they stole all our knives so we had nothing to defend ourselves with. Me and 3 looked around the kitchen and found some rotten eggs. Then I went outside and tried to get to the shops to find more weapons, but a zombie came up and tried to attack me, so I threw some rotten eggs at her and she dissolved into a pile of bubbling ooze...

Moral of the story? Keep your eggs forever. In the case of a zombie invasion, they'll be invaluable...

The end of school was anti-climactic. I had a great conversation with Nicholas about it after the bell rang for the last time.
Me: Well, that was anti-climactic...
Nicholas: What were you expecting? Fireworks? A parade?
Ok. So not really a conversation. But he was right. I dunno. Can't phrase it. He just got the words right, and it got me thinking. It's like when you go out to a wedding or a party or something, and you zone out so bad it just seems like you're living in a dream, or seeing the whole thing through someone elses eyes. It happened to me at Grad, and it happened the whole of my time at Stromhole. It's just kind of like you're floating... And you can't control anything and you just have to sit there and let it happen - like you're watching a movie or something...

It's great, but at the same time, totally awful...

"On 24 March 1975 Alex Mitchell, a 50-year-old bricklayer from King's Lynn literally died laughing while watching an episode of The Goodies. According to his wife, who was a witness, Mitchell was unable to stop laughing whilst watching a sketch in the episode "Kung Fu Kapers" in which Tim Brooke-Taylor, dressed as a kilted Scotsman, used a set of bagpipes to defend himself from a black pudding-wielding Bill Oddie (master of the ancient Lancastrian martial art "Ecky-Thump") in a demonstration of the Scottish martial art of "Hoots-Toot-ochaye." After twenty-five minutes of continuous laughter Mitchell finally slumped on the sofa and expired from heart failure. His widow later sent the Goodies a letter thanking them for making Mitchell's final moments so pleasant."

"I want a pizza." Neal said to me, leaning in so close that I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. "I want a pizza with olives and capsicum and mushrooms."

I sighed, resisting the urge to pull away from Neal, who had rested his head on my shoulder, and also holding back on trying to explain to him that you couldn't get pizza at McDonalds, no matter what country it was. Even if I had wanted to say it, Neal was too high to understand anything that was said to him, so it would've been a totally pointless effort.

Fleetingly I wondered where James and Brian had escaped to. And why had I been left babysitting Neal? It was always me who had to do the dirty work - get a hungover James out of bed in the mornings, shepherd a hyper-active Neal out of a pub when he got too rowdy, and I always had to - actually, I didn't really have to do anything when it came to Brian. He kept to himself a lot of the time.

But still, having to look after Neal and James was bad enough.

"I want a fucking pizzzaaaa..." Neal whined into my shoulder. I grimaced as an old woman in front of us in the queue turned around and glared at me. I tried to give her a smile as I said meekly, "Das tut mir leid. Meines freundes ist sehr krank..."

She frowned at me and turned away, muttering something in German about 'stupid foreigners'. I sighed quietly. Neal, on the other hand, only became louder.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?! DID YOU ORDER MY PIZZA!? I'VE GOT THE MUNCHIES!" He screeched, attracting raised eyebrows from some people, frowns from others, and a glare from me.

"I told her that you were a fucking lunatic, Neal. So shut the fuck up before we get arrested. And you're not getting pizza. We're in a German McDonalds - they don't have any motherfucking pizza." I hissed, grabbing his arm and squeezing it as hard as I could, feeling oddly satisfied as Neal yelped with pain. At least he could feel something, even if it weren't the mortifying embarrassment that I was feeling.

Suddenly Neal had punched me in the face and we were scuffling on the floor, people dodging clear of us as we rolled about, hitting each other as hard as we could. Neal was simply doing it because he always liked a good punch-up when he was high. I was doing it because I had finally snapped. I was sick of being the responsible one. I was sick of looking after him when he didn't even appreciate it!

I threw my fist into his mouth, grinning as he turned his head to spit out some blood before his fist collided with my glasses and shattered them (and what felt like my nose). Rather abruptly two big men had pulled us apart and were shouting at us in German. I was too pissed to even bother trying to understand what they were saying, so I simply went limp and then the man holding me let me go. I looked around the room. Several people were gaping at us, open mouthed like they were trying to catch flies or something. To my left we'd knocked over several chairs and there was soft-drink spilt all over the floor. I saw something else, and I squinted as I bent over to get a better look. For a moment I didn't recognise the scrap of twisted black metal on the floor, but then my brain started working again and I realised that they were my glasses - and they were beyond repair.

I picked them up, being careful not to cut myself of the jagged edges of the glass still stuck in the frames, folding them up as best I could and slipping them into my pocket. Then I turned to Neal, still being held by the other man. I took a step towards him, and the other man reached out, almost as if he thought I was going to try and hit Neal again. I wasn't though. I got as close to Neal as the man would allow me, his hand on my chest, holding me back from attacking my friend. He was bleeding from his mouth, the blood almost the same colour as his hair, too red and too bright to bear looking at for too long. Pupils dilated Neal just leered at me, still struggling against the man holding him like he wanted to keep fighting, too high to realise when to stop.

The whole room went quiet, like they were expecting something important to happen. It didn't though. I just lent close to Neal so he could feel my hot breath on his face, whispering, "I quit. You can find a new bass player - or a babysitter. Whatever you fucking need..."

And then I walked out of the McDonalds, leaving Neal to find his own way back to the hotel.

A blog. I haven't blogged for a few days. Much has happened. For example, I've gone Christmas shopping, had a total emotional/mental breakdown and cleaned the kitchen...
Actually, re-reading that, cleaning the kitchen doesn't sound impressive enough to sit with the other two (going Christmas shopping is very impressive for me, because I had $100 dollars and spent almost all of it on my Mum and Grandparents. XD). I suppose I could say that hanging out in Civic and perving on pretties was fun. It deserves to be up there with the others...

So, I finished my Christmas shopping today. I got Mum two nice things (Long Way Round on DVD (she knows about that one) and something else I won't say (because I'm not sure or not whether she's found this blog yet)) and I got Nanna and Da a Jeremy Clarkson book with incredibly large font, because Nanna's eyesight isn't too good. I don't have to worry about them reading this and it spoiling the suprise, because neither of them know how to work the internet. XD
While I was out I also got myself some stuff. I got a Radiohead DVD (Which is ace) called Meeting People Is Easy. I got myself a best of Frank Sinatra CD. I also got myself one of the last Jeff Buckley CD's I need before completing my (evil) collection. *cackles*
Slightly off topic, but yesterday I got Night Falls Over Koretdala by Jens Lekman. I already had it in MP3, but I wanted a proper copy. I feel guilty downloading good albums, because then the artists don't make any money, so if it's good I always go out and buy it afterwards.

So now I guess you wanna hear about my hissy-fit, ne? I dunno if I paticularly want to go into it. It happened last night, and I've pretty much forcibly forgotten most of it right now, and I'm not sure if I want to bring it all up. I dunno...
I have this fucked up thing where I don't cry or get upset too often, and then it all builds up, so when I do finally get upset I totally loose it. But anyway, someone in my family did something which they thought was funny, but which actually turned out (at least from my point of view) to be incredibly harsh and hurtful, and I totally freaked out. I cried for well over two hours, and I couldn't stop. I couldn't breathe properly or anything. It was awful. I suppose I was hysterical. I've never been that upset before. I'm still upset today, but I'm trying to handle it.
Family Member: Oh stop carrying on, it's not like you've been punched or hit or anything!
What's the matter - NEVER HEARD OF BEING HURT EMOTIONALLY, YOU COLD-HEARTED WITCH!?!?! Anyway, yeah. Breakdown. I suppose it was just the straw that broke the camels back - stuff had been building up for ages, and I needed to get it out. But what made it worse was that my Mum went along with it and acted like it was all a big joke, and she was in the car with me - I rang my Nanna and she could tell right away that I was upset... I dunno... Can't find the right words... And don't call me a pussy. If you call me a pussy, then I'll kick you in the face. You don't know all the details, so no one has any right to make assumptions. And don't ask for the full story, because I probably won't give it to you.

And yeah. When I was in Civic today I perved... A lot. It was, like, Pretty Central. XD

Anyway, I suppose you're all sick of me now... But just let me angst to you for one more minute. After I do this I'll be back to un-angsty blogs for a while, I swear...
I am totally over everyone talking about the formal. I'm over everyone talking about the end of year ten, but I am especially getting shitty with the formal. I don't care if you're all excited - good for you - but please, I don't wanna hear about it. I have my reasons, and I just don't wanna, ok? So unless I turn the conversation in that direction, I don't want people going, "OMG. Y ddnt u cum 2 tha formal? It waz sewww greeeaattt! etc, etc."
I don't wanna hear about your shit. I didn't go to the formal because we couldn't fucking afford it, not because I was trying to be 'cool' or 'alternative' or any shit like that, so don't accuse me of it. I would've liked to go, I really would've. And I don't need people giving me shit because of it, ne? Everything I do, I have my reasons. Don't question them.

Dear Computer,
Please stop being a whore. Make the internet settings work, and let me sign into Hotmail. If you aren't working by tomorrow I'm going to be heaps cut, because no one's going to be online and if I can't send them angsty e-mails I'll be really bored.
Also, while you're at it, could you clear yourself of viruses? I'm fine if you can't. I'm content with getting Hotmail working. But if you could do that it, it would be lovely.

Love, Catlin.

Удар удара.
Кто - там?
Никки.
Никки, кто?
Борода Никки!

Удар удара.
Кто - там?
Ras.
Ras, кто?
Rasputin.

Удар удара.
Кто - там?
Bol.
Bol, кто?
Большевик.

Удар удара.
Кто - там?
Мужчины.
Мужчины, кто?
Мужчины, которые приехали, чтобы изнасиловать Вас.

Knock knock.
Who's there?
Nicky.
Nicky who?
Nicky's beard!

Knock knock.
Who's there?
Ras.
Ras who?
Rasputin.

Knock knock.
Who's there?
Bol.
Bol who?
Bolsheviks.

Knock knock.
Who's there?
Men.
Men who?
Men who've come to rape you.

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I've finally been released from Stromhole Penitentiary after serving out my four year sentence. It feels... Liberating, I suppose. I was about to type Liberace, for a moment.
To express my feelings on the subject: I will miss the prison, not the prisoners or the gaolers. There will be a new prison when I am sent back 'inside' Feburary next year, new prisioners and new gaolers. A new experience. Life is all about new experiences. If it were just one continual story, then things would get boring.
But if leaving Stromhole has taught me anything it's that you have to form your own opinions on people. Like with the year nines. There's a lot of in-fighting going on between them, but (without knowing about it) I managed to make friends with people on each side of the argument. And with Darcy. Everyone thought he was a prick. From the experiences I had with him, I found him to be nothing more than a perfectly nice guy who simply liked so stick his penis in things - is that such a crime? Who else did I think was nice? Emily was nice. She's probably one of the only year eights that I'll actually miss. Miss Noad was rather suprised that I was friends with her. I suppose it was kinda like a Crip and a Blood being friends, if I were to use gangasta terminology...

I thought a histogram was something you got when you were ill?

I've realised I boredom eat. I eat when I have nothing better to do. It is a very bad habit. Do you have any habits like that? Like you bite your nails when you're upset, or you swear as second nature (that habit is one who everyone who's ever been in Stromhole has picked up.)? I do most of those. I also stuff the sleeve of my jumper into my mouth when I'm being shy or embrassed - much better than my foot, most of the time. I have the habit of making jokes at the wrong times. I have the habit of leaving things until the last possible moment...

Not exactly sure what they love, but I made this comment to Mum when I saw a bumper sticker that said 'Bitches Love It' so I thought it was too good to pass up.

So, school is coming to an end. Finally. Which is nice. Gonna spend the week playing board games and cards, perving on pretties and being a 'tard... Think it's a great plan (even better than the plan of taking all the doors off their hinges...) Somehow I've come to the point where I don't care about anything anymore. I'm becoming more reckless as the light at the end of the proverbial tunner draws nearer. I don't really care what people think I think of them, or what I think people think of me, or what people think about anything. I've realised that in two more years, I won't know anyone from Stromhole. Well, I might keep in touch with a few of my friends, but even that's a 29:1 chance at the moment. (Oh yes, I've been reading the racing forms before I leave for school in the mornings...)

I dunno... I'm not depressed, but I'm certainly in a mood... I wanna get into a fight with someone. A massive-punch-up where I can just get the shit beat out of me (not literally - that'd be weird). Just, kind of - I dunno. can't explain it... Don't really wanna explain it...

Let's have some Morrissey quotes, eh?

"Maybe I should end on a happier note? This blog seems to have gone to shit.

I once bought a Manchester United hat, which I think was 12 shillings, and somebody ran up behind me and pulled it off and just ran ahead. I thought, 'It's a very cruel world, I'm not prepared for this'. And I decided to get my revenge on society."

"Jools Holland: "Knock Knock!"
Morrissey: "I'm not in!"
Jools: "Oh, come on."
Morrissey: "I refuse to open the door."
On Later With Jools Holland (21 May 2004)"

"I know I've reached the stage where other artists would bleach their hair or buy a fancy costume, but, inexcusably, I can only be me, which is a full-time occupation and causes terrible backaches."
From "I’ll astonish you", interview by Len Brown, Details (March 1991).

OMG. No more assessment for, like, two full months.... *dies of happiness* The only thing I'm scared of with the lack of pressure, is that I'll forget something really important, like how to write an essay or something. *stresses*

Currently I'm sitting on my bed and listening to Morrissey/The Smiths CD's, watching the drizzle outside. Drizzle, fo shizzle...
Also cleaning on and off. I've got my home-maker outfit on.

---

The lights came on, flickering for a moment before being adjusted so they hit the three men on the stage just right, throwing ghastly shadows against the brick wall behind them. For a moment the light was so bright that Neal had to raise his hand up to shield his eyes, squinting until he finally became used to it.

Beyond the lights he could see that the room was crowded with people. He smiled as he took a sip from his water bottle, remembering the days when they used to have trouble selling even five tickets to their shows... Now they were selling out 500 tickets in three and a half minutes. All things considered, he thought it was a good effort. It meant they were doing something right. Especially since the tickets to tonight's gig had been almost one hundred and fifty dollars each...

He put his water bottle down next to him, careful to set it far enough away so as not to kick it over with his foot. For a moment he glanced at his two band mates, David and James, each sitting on a black lacquer bar stool much like himself, each holding an expensive acoustic guitar in their hands. Neal remembered when they'd barely been able to afford replacement strings for their instruments, let alone anything as costly as what they had now.

Neal felt the eyes of five hundred people on him as he switched his microphone on, mumbling, "Hello everyone... We're the Cadavers - if you didn't already know. If you didn't know, then sucks on you for spending one hundred and fifty dollars to be here tonight..." There was a laugh from the audience at this point, but Neal continued speaking. "I suppose you all know who we are, so it'd be pointless introducing ourselves to you... Unless either of these guys want to do it?" He looked across at James and David, both sitting to his right, who each shook their heads.

Gently Neal lent forward, lips softly brushing against the microphone as he spoke, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Ok then. Might as well start. This song is our ode to an abusive relationship. It's been done before, but oh well... I suppose we're kind of like Travis..."

"Except not Scottish." David added, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, light reflecting off them so that his eyes were unseen.

"Yes," Neal agreed. "Not Scottish. At least, not that we know of."

James began softly strumming his guitar, minor chords and occasionally something weird thrown in to liven things up. He did this for a little while before Neal and David joined in; David picking at the strings on his guitar, and Neal beginning to sing softly, "Oh baby, baby, how was I supposed to know, that something wasn't right here..."

Someone in the audience began to laugh, having figured out what the song was, and Neal shot them a murderous glare. He stood up from his stool, grabbing his microphone and stalking to the front of the stage, searching the small crowd for the man who had laughed.

"Right," Neal hissed, eyes narrowing to thin slits in his face. "Whichever one of you laughed, fuck you. Abusive relationships aren't something to be made fun of. You wanna laugh, then you get leave right-fucking-now. This is a really serious song."

"Even though it was sung by Britney Spears..." David said softly, hoping that no one would hear. Neal was totally off his face on both the free beer they'd been given and on the pills that he'd taken before the gig, and David was terrified of Neal going mental and hitting him. Or even worse, hitting James. Suddenly he saw the irony of the situation and let out a little giggle.

Neal gave one last glare to the crowd before spinning around on his heel, stalking back to his chair. Then they began the song all over again, everyone feeling a little tenser than when they had first walked into the room.

They played all the way though, David and James helping sing during the chorus to bring out the harmonies in the song, Neal staying - for the most part, at least - perfectly lucid.

(I was going to have, when the last line of the song ("Hit Me Baby One More Time...") was sung, Neal jump up and crack a guitar over David's head, but A) I got too lazy and B) It would've been really hard to write. As in the actual structure and wording, not because David got hurt. Bugger that! *Cackles*)

And yes, I could've written more in the middle (i.e. The whole gig... Which I've jut died at the thought of writing... And not died in a good way. Died in a bad way...) but it would've been too much. I only wanted the funny bit. And it's still not perfect - but meh....

Some of the Basics First:
Full Name -- Tate Matthias Edson Turner
Meaning of Name -- N/A
Nickname -- N/A
Birth Date -- May 16th
Astrological Sign and Details -- Taurus - The Taurus person is resourceful, thorough, dependable, responsible, loyal, patient, placid, stable, sensual, affectionate, comfortable, solid, earthy, strong, money-oriented, practical, productive, cautious, musical, and artistic. They can also sometimes be stubborn, indulgent, insecure, acquisitive, possessive, rigid, stodgy and slow. Suitable occupations are where perseverance, practicality and responsibility are awarded,and security is available; such as builders, farmers, bankers, civil servants, accountants and artistic pursuits, especially singing and sculpture.
Birth Place -- Fairfield, Sydney. Australia.
Age -- 34
Race -- Caucasian.
Hair Color -- Black.
Hair Style -- Cut short, fluffy and sticks up a little around his forehead.
Shape and Features of Face -- Round, full lips, stubble.
Eye Color -- Dark brown.
Skin Tone -- Pale.
Any Scars or Distinguishing Marks -- Scar from when he had his appendix taken out when he was fifteen.
Build or Body Type -- Solid - which is just a nice way to say chubby.
Height -- 5ft 10inches.
Weight -- 80kg.

Family and Childhood:
Mother -- Rachel Turner
Father -- Edson Turner
Parents' Occupations -- His Mum stayed at home, his Dad worked in an office somewhere...
Family Finances -- Alright. I suppose. Not well off, but they survived.
Brothers -- Younger brother; Neal Turner.
Sisters -- Older sister: Katherine Turner.
Other Close Family -- N/A
Best Friend -- Billy Smith, from down the street.
Other Friends -- N/A
Pets -- A cat called Rumball.
Home Life During Childhood -- Average.
Any Sports or Clubs -- N/A
Schooling -- University. Arts degree. Maybe in English. Or Communications. Not sure.
Favorite Subject -- English.
Popular or Loner -- Loner... Poor Tate.
Important Experiences or Events -- N/A
Health Problems -- Slightly overweight.
Culture -- Australian...?
Religion -- Catholic.

Your Character's Character:
Bad Habits -- Being moody/angsty.
Strong Points -- Loyal, loving.
Temperament -- Laid back. Sad.
Attitude -- Anxious.
Weakness -- Depression, slightly alcoholism...
Fears -- The death of his parents. Family being hurt.
Secrets -- N/A
Regrets -- Having to live apart from his family.
Feels Vulnerability When -- He is alone.
Pet Peeves -- Intolerance, the usual stuff.
Conflicts -- N/A
Motivation -- The stability of his family.
Goals and Hopes -- To be happy. For his family to be happy.
Sexuality -- Straight.
Exercise Routine -- Huh?
Speech -- Educated. Intelligent.
Tag Words -- N/A
Gestures -- Gestures with his hands a lot.
Day or Night Person -- Night person. Very much a night person.
Introvert or Extrovert -- Introvert. He only wants people to know the bare minimum about him.
Optimist or Pessimist -- Pessimist. He's seen the worst in people and expects it.

Likes and Styles:
Music -- Classical. Jazz.
Books -- Classics. Wilde and Dickens.
Foods -- Fish and pasta.
Drinks -- Red wine.
Animals -- Golden Retrievers.
Sports -- Golf.
Social Issues -- Israel/Palestine Conflict.
Color -- Black.
Clothing -- Baggy. Dressy.
Jewelry -- His wedding ring.
Games -- Monopoly.
TV Shows -- Spicks and Specks.
Movies -- The Great Escape.

Where and How Does Your Character Live Now:
Home -- Two level house in the suburbs, three bedroom, two bathroom, double garage. Average little house.
Household furnishings -- Comfortable.
Favorite Possession -- Photo of him and Alima and Rassia at the beach.
Neighborhood -- Nice. Lots of middle class families.
Town or City Name -- Sydney.
Details of Town or City -- Biggest city in Australia.
Partner -- Alima Turner.
Children -- Rassia Turner.
Relationship with Family -- Good. Happy.
Best Friend -- N/A
Other Friends -- N/A
Car -- Family sedan.
Pets -- A dog called Syphilis. Sipphy for short.
Career -- Office job of some description.
Dream Career -- He's happy with his job at the moment.
Dream Life -- He's also happy with his life.
Hobbies -- Golf. Sailing.
Sports or Clubs -- Sailing Club.
Talents -- Ace sense of humour.
Finances -- Stable.
Health Problems -- Slightly overweight. High blood pressure.
Culture -- Australian...? Religion -- Non-practicing Catholic.

Your Character's Life Before Your Story
Past Careers -- He did a paper run when he was younger. Used to work in a bank, before they all became automated.
Past Lovers -- Some girl in college who he can't (and doesn't really want to) remember.
Biggest Mistakes -- Not trying for a better job when he had the chance.
Biggest Achievements -- His daughter, Rassia.

A Little Extra Information
a) If your character could have two whole weeks for vacation and go and do anything he or she wanted, what and where would it be?
He would take Alima and Rassia to the West Bank to visit Alima's parents. The only thing stopping him from doing it now is the whole Israel/Palestine conflict. He doesn't want to take his family anywhere dangerous.

b) If your character had a weakness for one of the seven deadly sins, which one would it be and why? (pride, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath, sloth)
Wrath. If someone crosses him or anyone he cares about, they're on Tate's shit-list for life.

c) If your character could bring one person back to life and spend a whole day with him or her, who would it be and why?
No one really. The dead should stay dead, in Tate's opinion.

d) If your character won a three-million dollar lottery, what would he or she do with the money?
Buy his parents a new house. Get his brother a car. Pay off his sisters mortgage. Buy he and Alima a new house. Get Rassia a pony.

Tate sat at his desk, staring at the dimly illuminated computer screen that was flickering in front of him. He was supposed to be finishing off some work, but he really couldn't be bothered. Everyone else had gone home long ago, leaving the building totally empty. Empty, of course, all except for Tate.

He didn't particularly mind staying back late. After all, it was still much better than having to go home to his empty apartment, nothing and no one awaiting him except for a microwave dinner in the freezer. Leaning back in his chair he gave a little sigh, stretching his hands behind his head and staring up at the ceiling. He missed Alima and Rassia. His next visit wasn't until next week, and Tate doubted that his wife would like him turning up unannounced to her house. No, he corrected himself. Their house. They were still married, still loved each other, still were a family. They just didn't live under the same roof anymore...

Lost in his own thoughts, he didn't hear the doors of the lift down the hall open with a 'ping', signaling the arrival of someone onto the floor. He didn't hear the vacuum cleaner as it started, nor did he hear the sound of New Order being pumped through speakers, coming out tinny and distorted. He didn't actually notice the cleaner until he heard her exclamation of suprise when she saw him in his cubicle. Spinning around in his chair to face the woman, who had her hand pressed over her chest and a suprised look on her face, Tate felt his heart beating almost unbearably fast. He hadn't expected to see anyone else here tonight, and the woman had suprised him.

As she flipped off her music, muttering apologies, Tate looked at her. She must've been a Uni student - bright pink hair, clothes that were about ten years out of date, peirced nose and eyebrow. She reminded him of his sister, Katherine, back in the eighties. A smile pulled at the corner of his lips and he shook his head at the girl, who was now saying something along the lines of, "I really didn't mean to bother you, Sir. If I'd known you were up here I never would've been so loud. I'll go now, Sir, and come back later, after you're gone."

She moved away, tugging the vacuum cleaner along behind her, all before Tate even had the chance to say a word. Suddenly he spun back to his desk, yanking open the drawer and pulling out a bottle of bourbon. He jumped out from his chair, poking his head around the wall of his cubicle, all too aware of his disheveled look - messy hair, an untucked and creased white shirt, no shoes - but still wondering whether...

"Would you like to have a drink?"

And here, have an eight year old Nicholas in his footie-pajamas who's too big for the screen...

Ok, well, I really should've been re-reading The Importance Of Being Earnest this afternoon (essay on Tuesday (Or is it Monday!? *panics*) bleh...), or even doing my Entertainment Inc assignment (which I suspect is due tomorrow, but I can't be bothered finding the sheet, so we shan't know), but I've been refusing to do it since no one who's in my group for it has been turning up to school at all this week. Rachel has been off doing Acting Techs, and Sami has been off shooting up with Debbie in the storeroom at Maccas...

So, here's a synopsis of my weekend up to this point, ne?

-9:12, Saturday Morning.
Woke up. Grunted, rolled over and tried to hide from the sun by burrowing a little further under my doona. Upon realising that I had no sheets on my bed and that the electric blanket (which wasn't on at the time, thank god) was becoming too warm to sleep on, I stumbled out of bed, making my way down to the living room to watch some TV while I woke up.

-9:45, Saturday Morning.
The Election Coverage had already begun, since the polling booths had opened earlier in the morning, and I was finding it hard not to kick the television in the face. Went back up to my bedroom, hopped back into bed and turned on my computer. Stayed like that for most of the day, occasionally getting up to eat, drink, yell at my cousin and look for a book.

-3:17, Saturday Afternoon.
Was forbed out of bed by my Mother, who informed me that I was supposed to go up and babysit my cousins while she, my aunt and uncle, went out to watch an auction. Went up to their house and sat and read Gallipoli, totally ignoring both my cousins while they ignored me. Let's just say we have an arrangement...

-5:23, Saturday Afternoon.
Arrived home, kicked off my shoes, crashed at the TV. Waited for dinner to be cooked and placed in front of me on the coffee table. It took a while, so I watched TV until Mum kicked me off to watch the election. I angsted for a bit and then went and got ready to go out. Upon my return my dinner was at the coffee table. I evicted Mum from the TV and sat down to eat and watch cartoons.

-7:00, Saturday Evening.
Got in the car to head to Tuggers to meet Kim, Simone and Chiara.

-7:15, Saturday Evening.
Everyone turned up. Headed over to the Arts Center to go and see the Acting Techs play.

-9:30-ish, Saturday Night (do-do-doooh-do-doooh-do-do-do-do-doooh...).
Intermission. Called Mum to get an election update. Labour winning. Yessss. Danced around the theatre, made Tara jokes, generally made a nuisance of myself.

-10:15, Saturday Night.
And the tap drips
Under the strip light
And I'm sitting
In the kitchen sink
And the tap drips
Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip...

-10:20-ish, Saturday Night.
To my suprise, the play was actually quite enjoyable. Even though I sat through the whole thing making snide jokes in my head, it was nice. I'm glad I went to go see it.

-Sometime after 11:00, Saturday Night.
Got home after scabbing a lift off Kim. Ran up to my room, grabbed my laptop and went to sit in the living room to watch John Howard concede the election. As much as I dislike his politics, I felt sorry for him when he was giving the speech. He sounded like he was about to cry. I hate seeing old people cry. So I just did a quick blog and then checked my e-mail until Mum went to bed. Talked to Emma and made a quiz on Bebo.

-12:10, Sunday Morning.
Went to sleep.

-9:00, Sunday Morning.
Was woken up by Mum.

-10:00, Sunday Morning.
Finally realised I wasn't going to get back to sleep, so I hopped out of bed and ent down to watch TV. Upon discovering that there was nothing on, I went back to bed and hopped on the computer and have stayed there ever since.

I think this is the longest blog I've done all week. Oh, and if anyone's seen my mobile phone, could you please give it to me? I seem to have misplaced it. *grins*

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Finally, after eleven and a half years, we have something other than a Liberal government. Fucking sweet. ^_^

This is most worrying...

So, just how many Canberra district school students does it take to change a light bulb?

Canberra Girls Grammar –
One. she holds the bulb and the world revolves around her.

Narrabundah College –
Two. One to change the bulb and one to figure out how to get high off the old one.

Lyneham High –
None. They're all too drunk to notice.

Daramalan College –
None. They're all to busy applying make-up.

Merici College –
One. She'll put through a call to maintenance staff because there's no way she's going to do manual labour.

Bruce CIT –
Five. One to change the globe and four to discuss its benefits to future vocational education.

Lake Ginninderra College –
Six. One to change it but only after the other five have found an interpreter to translate the English instructions.

ANU -
Seventy six. One to change the globe. Fifty to protest the globe's right not to change and twenty five to stage a counter protest.

Canberra School of Music –
Forty Three. One to change the globe and 42 piece orchestra to accompany him.

Canberra Boys Grammar –
None. Those poor bastards are keeping their backs to the wall even if it means standing in the dark.

Queanbeyan High – Five. One to change it, and four to visit Go Lo for new booner attire to wear for the occasion.

Alfred Deakin –
None. None of them can see through their long hair.

St Frances Xavier – Five. One to change it, two to make sure her hair ribbons are still in place and another two to make sure her bag looks cool at all times.

Belconnen High-
Six. Four to break into the store, one to steal the globe and one to install it.

St Clares College –
None. It's too unsafe for pregnant girls to attempt such a dangerous task.

St Edmunds College –
Five. One to install it, and four to tally the Number of times he says F*** or talks about rugby while he's doing it.

Karabar High –
Five. One to change the bulb and four to complain that a school of their stature was ever built in Queanbeyan.

Cooma High School –
None. Everything not welded down had been flogged long ago.

Dickson College –
Fourteen. One to change it, one to throw the old one at the CIT students and six Italians and six Asians to kick the crap out of each other in the meantime.

Marist College –
Three. One to put in a formal complaint about the imposition, one to change the bulb and one to make the observation that it isn't half as bright as the light shining from their arses.

Goulburn High –
None. Everyone is either suspended or wagging (including the teachers).

Canberra College -
None. Get Kev the Janitor to do it.

Lake Tuggeranong College –
Thirty-One. One to change the blub and thirty to paint interpretive murals about it all over Civic.

Stromlo High –
None, they dont bother, it's just going to get stolen or broken anyway.

Yass High School –
None. That hole looks better in the dark

I'm sitting here on the couch, watching M*A*S*H on mute and playing The Go-Betweens from my laptop as loud as they can go. It's nice.
Anyway, this is a post of ideas from over the past week, that have all ended up in my notebook. I'll try and write them up in some kind of order...

Some people are just nice people, and do things for other people not for personal gain, but just because they like making other people happy. Not everyone is going to stab you in the back.

I looked across the room to where he sat, and, just for a moment, he looked unnervingly like Damon Albarn...

Do you believe that you can pick up habits from other people? For example, that if they bite their lower lip, you might start doing it subconsciously as well? Or if they add an extra syllable onto the end of a word, you might do it too? I dunno. It's hard to explain. I know I've picked up things from people. And from people I idolise. I do a little Jeffy laugh now. It's ace. XD

I had a dream the other day that I had a giant pet lizard who attacked people I didn't like and could wave and had a really good sense of humour.

Everyone's given up on school now, I think. Planning for an in class essay? Phht. They must be high or something, if they think we'll actually do that. Personally I much prefer plaing Go Fuck Your Mum or Spoons (well, Pens) for an hour. Same with Maths. I'd much rather just talk to friends for an hour (or even fall asleep under a table) than actally do work. There's only a few weeks left - effort is just too much, well, effort...

For some reason my Nanna is always really suspect of me after I get back from going out. I came back yesterday and the first thing she said to me as I got in the door was: Are you wearing lipstick? No, Nanna. I drank a slushie. See, my teeth are red as well. the second thing she asked, after she walked up to me and inspected my face, was: Are you wearing perfume? No, Nanna. I sprayed a heap of deoderant on myself before I left home because I slept in these clothes last night...

For some reason I think the best possible way to fail a test is to sit, stare out the window, listen to Swedish pop music and think about commenting one of your MySpace friends when you get home.

And all the following shall go under the sub-heading CHAPMAN FETE...
I went to the Chapman Fete yesterday. I was sitting in the carpark of the Chapman Shops waiting for Chiara and Sam, when I saw Alex Beaumont and some of his bogan friends egging year eights. My Mum and me made funny jokes about him being a prick while my ten and thirteen year old cousins just looked out the window. They don't understand our sense of humour...
Anyway, I met Chiara and Sam and we walked down to the primary school. We got there and I looked around, and god, I swear that there were more people from Stromhole there than there were from the actual primary school. Everywhere I looked I saw someone from Stromhole. I couldn't entirely work out whether it was a good thing or a bad thing...
So I brought five four books and a CD. A very cool book called The Nose, Ear And Throat. It's from the fifties. You'd love it, I'm sure...
And stalking people? Stalking people is the only reason I ever bother turning up to these stupid sociable type of things anyway... *rolls eyes*

I got back to my grandparents and me and my Nanna sat up in her room while we listened to Culture Club and I tried on her old dresses. It was cool. They're all really old and size twenty. Fucking ace. ^_^

Oh, and this morning we were sitting in McDonalds and guess who we saw? *raises eyebrow*

And that, I think, is a perfect note to end on...

I read in the paper this morning about how a newspaper in England was looking for a five word slogan to represent the country. There were some funny ones. I'll rip out the article tomorrow morning. But I've decided that Australia needs to come up with a similar idea. (And no, the title of this post has nothing to do with that. I was just making fun of MENSA when I was sitting in the car on the ride home.). So what would be some good slogans for Australia? C'mon. Hit me with your best shot, as Pat Benetar would say.

I saw a kid popping wheelies in his wheelchair when we were coming home. I laughed for, like, ten minutes.

I made an idea web for Tate yesterday. Did you know he has a daughter? I didn't (well, until yesterday of course...). And he has an ex-wife as well. Neither of which have names, at this point. His wife is actually really nice. She still loves Tate, but she just can't handle his depression (bi-polar-ness?), so they live apart. Tate only gets to see his daughter once a month, which he hates, but knows is best for everyone. And the only time he ever smiles is when he sees his kid. Aww...

Sometimes I feel as though I'm on the teetering on the edge of a line. I can either fall over the line, and grow up, or fall backwards and revert into acting like a kid again. Which I already do at the moment, but that's beside the point. Do you get what I mean? Someone? ANYONE? *sighs*

I woke up this morning and I felt like shit. My tongue, which I'd burnt really badly last night, was dry and stuck to the roof of my mouth. My throat felt like someone had gotten at it with a cheese grater. My nose was plugged with mucus and I couldn't breathe. It was awful. And basically I've felt like that the whole day. I felt to shit during Math that I didn't even have the will to perv, so I lay under the table for a bit. There's always something wrong if I don't have the strength to have a perv...

Anyway, there's more to say, except for the fact that it's all in my notebook - which is in my bag. And henceforth, not going to be blogged...

Just because parasols are fucking awesome. I have a parasol. I got it in Cowra at the Japanese Gardens there... They were nice gardens. We drank tea... Well, Mum did - I had a coke.

I watched a very good movie today. It was called Sleepers, and it was about these four boys who are sent to a juvenile detention center, where they're really horiffically abused by the guards and stuff. They come out of it, and two of the boys end up becoming a lawyer and a journalist, and the other two end up becoming hitmen. Anyway, the two hitmen are in a bar and they see one of the guys who abused them, so they go up to him and ask him if he remembers who they are, and he doesn't for a while, but suddenly he remembers, and he's all, "What do you want?" and then one of the hitmen replies, "What I've always wanted. To watch you die." and then they both take out their guns, and shoot him about six times in the middle of a bar.
It was very cool, and fair enough, because the guy was a total prick. Anyway, I've kind of forgotten where I'm going with this... Oh yeah! It had Brad Pitt in it, and it was back when he could actually act! It was ace, and he had fluffy hair and was kind of attractive! And then there was another actor, who was called Jason Patric, who I could've sworn I'd seen somewhere before, but I hadn't, because I looked on IMDB and couldn't find anything with him in it that I'd watched...

For part of today I sat, staring at my comptuer, wondering how you spell a letter. Because it can't just be one letter. It has to be something more than that. I can't put it into words. But I ended up getting really angry about it, because I just couldn't make it work out how I wanted it to. How can twenty six little symbols make up our lives and have such lack of meaning? What can you say about the letter A? It's a vowel. It's the first letter of the alphabet. It comes before B. It resembles a triangle. But there's nothing much more to say about it. You spell the letter A simply as a. It all seems a bit pointless, doesn't it? I dunno. Maybe only I get it...

I just looked over into my supposedly empty glass, and there was some orange juice still in it, so that was a nice suprise... ^_^

Tate sat at his desk, staring blankly at his computer screen. The numbers in the excel spreadsheet stared back at him. Abruptly he stood up, pushing his chair back from him, ripping off his tie and stalking out of his cubicle, into the hallway that was bordered with the walls of other cubicles. This was all it ever was. Everyone was trapped in their cubicle. They would sit there, day after day after day, staring at the monitors like zombified corpses for the rest of their lives. Tate knew it. He'd probably known it for the last twenty years, but he hadn't really wanted to admit it to himself. He knew it now though. He knew it now and he wanted to scream it; run through the office yelling it out at the top of his lungs. But he couldn't. His throat had closed up and the entire world seemed so painful that he found himself feeling as though he was about to cry.
He lent against the outer wall of his cubicle, blending in all too well with the industral grey paint that had been used to cover the wall. He felt tiny. Tiny and sick and horrible, left with the urge to go out, get totally drunk and then kill himself. Stumbling down the hallway towards the lift he had to half lean against the wall for support, not sure that his legs would support his weight any longer. Urgently he pressed the button for the lift, quite aware that he looked a total mess; receeding black hair in dissaray, white work shirt untucked and half unbuttoned, revealing his undershirt.
And then Catlin couldn't think of anymore to write (and it was supposed to come out better than it did, but it didn't). Except that Tate went out, got really drunk, and then went back to his apartment and cried and contemplated killing himself. Which isn't really anything new, since he does it every second week. He has some mental issues, does my Tate. But I love him. He's like a big crazy teddy-bear. ^_^

And now, for your viewing pleasure, here are some pictures...



Actually, I was quite sure I had more to say, but apparently I don't...

There isn't much to say. I just wanted to use that blog title, because it amused me.

Basically, unless I get a massive spurt of energy, I've finished the creative part of my Entertainment Inc assignment. Now I just need to write the oral. For some reason I seem to be getting a lot of oral assignments at the moment (one of which Kim is kindly writing for me. Ha!). If I weren't so tired at the moment I'd make a gross joke about it, but I really can't be bothered. I can't even type right at the moment. I keep missing letters and pushing the wrong button and typing the wrong word. It's awful...

Today I spent the day in WW2 era Germany. Mostly in POW camps... Occasionally escaping and going on the run. I do believe I was in Holland for part of the day...

Anyway. Short post. Time for Caitabee to go sleepy-bies...

First up, let's begin with some dreams.

Brad had come back to school and had turned me into a vampire. We were wandering around the school, looking for people, because we were hungry. Brad saw Mango and started to go towards him to kill him, but I grabbed his arm and pulled him back. Then we headed off towards the English staffroom, because I wanted to kill Mr. Rowe. But he wasn't there, so we just wandered around and fed on random people.

I was sitting in the art room, sulking about something-or-rather. Everyone in the class was being a wanker and Miss. Northey was sitting across from me at the table, trying to cheer me up, but it wasn't working. Then a certain Pretty walked around behind me, stopped, lent over my shoulder, kissed me on the cheek and said, "Aww. Cheer up." And he made a ^_^-face. And then I woke up.

You know how someone can look so pathetic that you just wanna hug them? Yeah. I was getting that feeling a lot on Friday during Maths. Not the pathetic feeling, the huggy feeling. Ryan looked upset, and Phillip looked upset, and I suppose Daniel was upset in his own way, because he wasn't acting normal... But yeah, I wanted to give them hugs. I didn't though, because otherwise I would've got the; "ARRGH! GET AWAY FROM ME, FREAK!" reaction. I hate that reaction... >_<

On Tuesday I downloaded The 120 Days Of Sodom and began reading it. Really, I'm in two minds about it. I mean, it's a very well written book (even though the beginning is terribly long), and it flows well... But it is terribly smutty... And I'm not good with smut. I mean, some smut is alright, but this is dodgy incestuous kinky smut, and I'm not entirely sure whether I feel comfortable continuing reading it. Oh well. I'll go a few more pages and see if it gets any better.
Oh, and before you go start calling me a pervert again, I downloaded it because The Cure (apparently) wrote a song about it. The Cure or The Smiths - I can't remember. One of the two...

Look up incest on Google. I did it because I was trying to find how to spell incestuous. Google it. Please. It's hilarious...

Anyway... I might go watch Tv or something. Talk again in a few days...

1. I love... sleeping.

2. Right now... I am mentally cursing one of my yuppie internet friends and getting the urge to sleep.

3. I feel like... going back to school and wandering around while it's all dark and scary.

4. I hate it when... I forget to turn my electric blanket on before I go to sleep.

5. I fear...many things, none of which I'll admit to.

6. I'm lonely without...people around me. I need noise to function.

7. I need... money. Actually, I need a life...

8. Today I... Went to school and did nothing. I perved and daydreamed a fair bit though. YAY!

9. Tomorrow I'm... Doing my assignments. NOT SLACKING OFF!

10. I just... laughed at one of my own jokes. God I'm pathetic...

11. I want to meet... I dunno. John Simm maybe? Probably rather people in my head...

12. I'm hungry for... More Jeff music I haven't heard before.

13. I love it when... it rains while I fall asleep.

14. I'm afraid of... stupid little things.

15. I'm listening to... Young And Lovely by Blur. Ace song. For some reason it reminds me of the Beatles...

16. I'm wearing... My school clothes, and then a jumper, because it's cold.

17. I wish I was in... bed.

18. I'm craving... some new company to keep.

19. I want to get... the ability to stay interested in things...

20. I can... speak in yawn.

21. I can't... do handstands.

22. I have... a warm bed waiting for me once I finish this part of the quiz...

23. I haven't... perved for at least six hours.

24. I'm nervous to... say what I really think.

25. My Mum thinks I'm... irritating.

26. My Dad thinks I'm... irritating as well, probably.

27. I think... I need to put some David Bowie on my iPod.

28. I'm happy when... I can watch people and not seem like a freak.

29. I'm sad when... I think about having to live out the rest of my life. But that episode of Doctor Who I watched the other day cheered me up a little, so that was alright.

30. I like eating... yes I do...

31. I hate eating... No I don't. That's a lie.

32. I love watching... Life. Mmmmmm... *Drools*

33. I love listening to... Jeff Buckley.

34. I like playing... Multiplayer Halo. With my cousins.

35. I hate waking up to... life, generally...

36. I can see... because I am not blind.

37. I'm glad that... There are only four more weeks left at Stromhole.

38. I'm disappointed that... The world is turning into more of a crap-hole then it already was...

39. I look like... a man... Oooh. Shut down...

40. I wish I looked like.. I dunno. I'm happy being Caitlin...

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1. How late did you stay up last night?
I went to bed around ten thirsy, which was pretty early considering it was a public holiday the next day.

2. What was the first thing you thought this morning?
Fuck. Assignments...

3. Is the person you have a crush on older or younger than you?
I have many crushes. But to make it easy I'll say mostly around the same age.

4. What do you order at starbucks?
I don't go to Starbucks. If I get coffee, I get it somewhere else...

5. What do you hope to do this weekend?
Nothing?

6. Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 months from now?
Phht. Nope.

7. Do you own a stereo that cost more than $100?
When it was new it cost more than 100 dollars. Now it's probably only worth fifty. XD

8. Have you ever told someone of the opposite sex you loved them and meant it?
Nope.

9. How's your heart lately?
On the wrong side. XD

10. What were you doing this morning at 7am?
Sleeping.

11. What were you doing this afternoon at 12pm?
I dunno, because it's still only 9:38 in the morning.

12. Like someone?
I like many people. I need a life.

13. Do you have best friend?
Nope. I just have many good friends.

14. What was the reason you last cried?
Because I lost a really long quiz I was filling out.

19. Have you ever talked to someone when they were high?
I think I have, but I'm not sure...

20. How many red lights have you ran?
None. That's stupid.

21. Have you ever cried while taking a shower?
Probably.

22. What was your favorite grade?
I dunno. Kindy I suppose. Kindy was ace. ^_^

23. What were you doing at 12am last night?
Sleeping?

24. Whats a sure way to catch your attention?
Depends who you are. Wear a cool band t-shirt. Be pretty and naked. Walk around singing Morrissey songs.

25. Have you ever, in any way, been betrayed by someone you trusted?
Not really.

26. When was the last time you were given a rose?
Never?

27. Is there anything you are craving right now?
Turkish Delight - and suprise, suprise, I have one sitting right here next to me! ^_^

28. Where did your last hug take place?
I dunno. At Nanna's and Da's, I think.

29. Do people ever make stupid mistakes when spelling or saying your name?
Yessss. People spell it with K's and Y's and E's. Retards...

30. Have you ever started a sentence with "No offense, but..."?
Oh, every day...

31. Do you drink tea?
Nope. I drink coffee and juice and soft-drink.

32. When was the last time you saw a cop?
When I was watching the APEC protests on TV.

33. Did you ride in someone else's car today?
Nope. I haven't ridden in any cars today.

34. Have you made a mistake in the past week?
Yes. Like, a BILLION... -_-'

35. What are you listening to right now?
Graham Coxon. Ha! *spaz dances*

37. Do you miss someone?
Nope.

39. Are you happy with your life?
For the most part, yeah.

40. People you think about:
*cackles*

41. Is there a feeling you're trying to avoid?
I dunno. Sadness I suppose. But - NO! BOREDOM! I'm trying to avoid boredom.

42. Country music?
Some of it isn't too bad.

43. What was the last movie you saw?
Aladdin. And fuck it was good.

44. Are you sleeping somewhere saturday night?
I assume so, yes... O.o

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1. Do you have a lot of secrets?
Not really.

2. Can you KEEP a secret?
If it's good enough.

3. Last thing you drank?
Lemonade.

4. What did you do last night?
Surfed the net. Watched City Homicide. Slept.

5. Last time you took a shower?
Night before last. But I'll have one tonight so I don't smell really awful tomorrow.

6. Do you have glasses/contacts?
Nope.

7. Last time you drank alcohol?
New Years.

8. Last time you smoked weed?
Umm.. Never?

9. Who was the last person you spoke to in person?
My Mum. I wanted to know what was for lunch.

10. Ever streaked?
Nope.

11. What does your hair currently look like?
Messy.

12. Song you're listening to?
Let's Bomb The Moonlight - Jeff Buckley.

13. Ever been to China? Do you want to go to China?
Nope. And not really. In the same way I refuse to go to the US. It's not so much the country as it is the administration that I have a problem with.

14. How about Italy?
Yes. It was nice. I ate a whole pizza there all by myself. I was stoaked. We went into Vatican City too, that was pretty ace. I did my Pope imitation, and Mum wasn't impressed.

15. Have you made out with more than three people in one night?
Nope.

16. What are you doing tomorrow?
School. *twitches*

17. Last person of the opposite sex that you hugged?
Probably my Grandfather.

18. Ever been grounded?
Like, once, but she forgot after two days.

19. Ever been high?
Nope. Unless you count sugar high.

20. Ever been confused about something or someone?
I'm constantly confused.

21. Ever lost a close friend?
Nope.

22. Do you miss them now?
Nope.

23. Have you ever been liked?
Phht. Probably not.

25. Have you ever played ding dong ditch?
Nope. I don't even know what that is.

26. Have you done anything illegal lately?
Nothing really illegal. Just naughty.

27. What should you be doing right now?
My English assignment. My Maths assignment. My Music assignment. My Entertainment Inc assignment... *sighs*

28. Where is your best friend right now?
I dunno.

29. Can you speak Japanese?
I can count to ten in it. XD

30. Are you a silly goose?
No. I'm a silly human, fool. I couldn't type with wings...

31. Do you have any pets?
Nope.

32. Have you ever kissed somebody whos name begins with a C or an H?
Nope.

33. Are you a patient person?
Depends what I'm being patient about...

34. Does change scare you?
Not really. As far as I'm concerned there isn't enough change.

35. Do you get bored of people easily?
Yessss....

36. Why are you taking this survey?
Becuase I don't want to do any of my assignments.

37. Is there anybody you can count on?
Not really.

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1. So what will we call you?
You can call me Al.
2. And how many months till your next birthday?
Eleven I think.

3. How big is your penis ?
Wouldn't you like to know?

4. Suppose you see your crush/ boy/girl friend kissing another, what would you do?
*sigh* and then start perving on someone else in the room.

5. You got a free holiday, South America or North Korea?
North Korea. You get robbed in South America...

6. What would you do if a teacher of the opposite sex hit on you?
Depends on the teacher...

7. Right now do you prefer a Strawberry Milkshake or a Banana Cupcake?
Banana Cupcake. ^_^

8. Is your phone within a meter radius of you?
Yes. But I can't find it. It's buried under everything on my desk.

9. Wait, are you a guy or a chick?
WHY DO PEOPLE KEEP ASKING ME THAT?!?! *sobs*

10. What are you wearing?
My Make Cows, Not War t-shirt and my pajama pants.

11. What color is the thing you are sitting on right now?
Red.

12. Are you doing this just because you're bored?
And also to avoid assignments. Duh.

13. What season is it right now? Do you like it?
Spring. It'd be alright, but it's very cold.

14. Who do you think you're going to spend New Year's with?
Mum. The television.

15. Was last New Year's enjoyable?
It wasn't unenjoyable.

16. I'll betcha you miss someone right now?
Not really.

18. Can you type over 60 words per minute?
If they're short words...

19. Are you high?
Nope. Not as far as I know, unless there's a gas leak or something I don't know about...

20. McDonalds or KFC?
KFC. YUM! ^_^

21. Krispy Kreme, Donut King or Wendy's?
Krispy Kreme.

22. Target or K-Mart?
K-Mart. I love K-Mart.

23. What color is your top?
Black.

24. Is that color your favorite?
Nope. I'm no emo, fool.

25. Is there a high chance of you going out to the movies soon?
There was going to be, but then stuff came up.

26. What's something that's bothering you right at this moment?
Assignments. *sighs*

27. How smart do you think you are?
Not overly smart, but not incredibly stupid either. About average.

28. Can you surf?
Nope. Never tried it, never will.

29. Are you easily scared by horror/thriller films?
No. *shifty eyes*

30. If you were given $100, would you spend it, or save it?
Spend it. Saving is for fools.

31. If there was a large spider in the room, would you stay?
Yes. Why would you leave? It's just a spider..

32. What time is it?
11:30 in the morning. I've been avoiding assignments since 8...

33. What do you wear to bed?
Usually whatever shirt I have on and my pajama pants.

34. Would you ever become a vegetarian or even vegan?
No. I like meat and animal products!

35. Where are you right now?
In my bedroom.

36. Do you think your crush likes another?
Of course.

37. What is your desktop picture?
Shower!Damon. XD But I might change it to Pretty!Jeff when I can find a really ace picture..

38. Can you swim well?
Not well, but I can swim.

39. Do you shop for clothes?
I just run into the store, find something in my size and then run out again. (Well, I pay first... -_-')

40. Where do you think your crush is right now?
Probably at home.

41. And what are they doing?
Probably still asleep. Or doing assignments like everyone else.

42. Do you believe in ghosts?
Nope. I believe in vibes and spirits, but not ghosts..

43. Would you rather go to Tokyo or Paris?
Tokyo. I've been to Paris. It was nice, but I wanna see Tokyo.

44. How about Melbourne or Rome?
Rome. Just because it was busy and messy and old and new and - a lot of different things. Anyway, Melbourne has too many homeless people.

45. Do you have a guitar in your house?
Yep. It's sitting right next to me.

46. Are you listening to music right now?
If You Were The Topic On Jeopardy - Jens Lekman.

47. Who else is in the room with you right now?
Millions of teddy bears.

48. In winter, would you rather wear jackets or hoodies?
Hoodie. But if it was a really nice jacket, I could be swayed...

49. Do you wish you were somewhere else right now?
In the living room, but people are coming over and I refuse to get dressed, so I'm stuck in my room.

50. How often do you get onto myspace/facebook?
About once a day.

51. How long can you go without your mobile phone?
A long time, especially when I loose it. I lost it in the couch for almost a month, once..

52. Do you have any enemies?
Enemy is a strong word...

53. What are you doing?
Your Mum.

54. Is your bed made of metal or wood?
Metal and wood. SO HA!

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1. Would you bang your neighbour?
Noooo...

2. What describes your relationship status?
Alone.

3. Where are you?
In my bedroom.

4. What's the last movie you've seen?
Aladdin.

5. I've come to realize the last person who held my hand is...
I dunno. My cousin Grace probably.

6. What is your middle name?
Louise.

7. Who have you talked to most today?
Mum. And even not to her that much...

8. Do you carve pumpkins every year?
No. But I would like to carve out your face, fool.

9. Color of your underwear?
*checks* Purple.

10. Color of your shirt?
Black.

11. I'm always...?
Tired.

12. Who's on speed dial 2? 4? 6?
Speed dial is for fools who can't remember numbers...

13. Honestly, how many people do you have feelings for?
A billion. *sighs* No, let me count. Probably two or three I have feelings for, and I just perv on a lot of other people...

14. Whats your favorite season?
Winter. I'd rather be cold than hot.

16. Are you a bad influence?
Everyone says so, so it must be true.

17. Who do you like, honestly?
Your Mum.

18. Rather have your name or your siblings name?
Non-existent Foetus? Nah, I'll stick with Caitlin, thanks..

19. Would you do anything for someone else?
Yeah. Most people actually, funnily enough.

20. Have you ever been called a bitch?
Probably.

21. Best friend?
I don't have one.

22. What is your ringtone?
Last Goodbye by Jeff Buckley. But it changes between that and the Captain Planet theme...

23. What song is on?
22 Steps - Daien Leith.

24. Are your grades good?
They're not bad...

25. Do you ever think people hate you for filling these out?
They probably don't hate me, becuase I don't bulletin them so everyone else gets stuck with them. But it's probably irritating, yes.

26. Do your best friends have a myspace?
Yep.

27. Whose page did you visit last?
Ummm... *thinks* I dunno. Probably to comment Kath about City Homicide.

28. Last time you went out to lunch?
A couple of weeks ago.

29. Honestly how many people have you had sex with?
None.

30. Who is your favorite character from Friends?
Hmm... Probably Joey, because he's such a wanker.

31. Do you have a tattoo?
Nope.

32. Do you want one?
Nope. Can anyone say infection?

33. Do you have one or more Britney Spears CD?
No. But I do have a few of her songs as MP3's...

34. What did you do last night?
Slept.

35. Are you a Lost fanatic?
Nope. I realised it was shit after the first season...

36. Say you were given a drug test right now. Would you pass or fail?
Pass.

37. Do you have a song by Ozzy Osbourne in your library?
Oh god no.

38. iPod or Zune?
iPod. Duh...

39. Do you watch Family Guy regularly?
When there's nothing better on...

40. King of the Hill?
When I can. It's pretty funny.

41. Do you read trashy romance novels often?
When I ger depressed.

42. What's the last thing you bought?
Chocolates.

43. What's the last thing someone bought you?
I dunno. It's been so long I can't remember...

44. Do you ever sing in the shower?
Not really. I hate listening to my own voice.

45. What's in your CD player right now?
New Order. One of the Best Of discs. Which I've realised is fucking awesome for when you're in a shitty mood.

46. What's your favorite movie?
I dunno. The Great Escape was good, but it was sad...

47. Another favorite movie?
I don't really have something. Can I say Band Of Brothers, even though that was a mini-series? If you watch it in one sitting it's just a six hour movie - duh...

48. Do you believe everyone has a soulmate?
I think everyone will settle for something.

49. Can you sing?
Nope. And I know I can't.

50. Do you play any instrument?
I can play many instruments, badly.

51. Have you ever been to another country?
Yep.

53. Are you ever a freak about cleanliness or organization?
Not really. If you're too clean then you leave yourself open for allergies and general sickness. If you're in a constant state of just general messiness/cleanliness then you're right.

54. Have you ever been to South America or Africa?
Nope.

55. Do you know how to knit?
My Nanna tried to teach me once, but she got stressed with it and quit.

56. Do you have a job?
Nope. And I don't plan to have one. Not for as long as I can help it.

57. Have you ever written song lyrics yourself and put them on MySpace?
*is not that pathetic*

58. What are you doing right now besides this survey?
Being angsty.

59. Hate any one?
Hate is a strong word...

60. Baskin Robbins or Cold Rock?
Neither?

61. Physics or Chemistry?
Physics, I suppose. At least I understand the idea behind physics...

62. Facebook or Myspace?
Myspace. Very much Myspace.

63. Do you wear any jewelery?
My watch, my Subway hairtie/bracelet, my froggy string. Occasionally a necklace.

64. Ever Cheated?
Oh, all the time...

65. Walk or run?
Walk. Or skip...

66. Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, or Star Wars?
None?

67. Fly or Road Trip?
None!

68. Batman, Spiderman, or Superman?
Batman. ^_^

69. Catwoman, wonder woman, or lassie?
Lassie! Pretty puppy! ^_^

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1.If you had been born a member of the opposite sex, what would your name be?
Ben, I think...

2. Do you believe in the traditional view of Heaven and Hell?
Nope. I believe in decomposition...

3. Do you think science counteracts religion?
Yep. But I don't shove it in people's faces who are religous.

4. What person you know makes you laugh the most?
They all do it equally.

5. What words instantly make you laugh or at least smile?
Penis.

6. Do you ever dance to music when nobody's watching?
When it's New Order I do. *dances*

7. What is/are the worst song(s) you have ever heard?
I don't think there's such a thing as a bad song. Just songs that I don't like.

8. What's your favorite kind of cheese?
The kind you get in a block from Coles. I have simple tastes.

9. Do you ever feel guilty eating meat?
Phht. No. Why the hell would I?

10. Do you ever begin preferring IMs to other forms of conversation?
Sometimes. When I'm in a shitty mood or want to lie to someone.

11. Have you ever ended bid on something on eBay and regretted it later?
Nope. No credit card, ne?

12. What do you love most about the opposite gender?
Eyes. Just as a general thing, eyes. But I love different things about everyone.

13. What do you dislike most about the opposite gender?
That they're total pricks.

14. Do you sometimes see a movie or watch a show just because a good-
Ahh...

15. What celebrity's autograph do you want most?
John Simms. XD

16. Have people ever said you looked like a celebrity, and if so, who?
No, thank god.

17. Do you laugh when you hear or read the number 69?
All the time. ^_^

18. Does your head begin to hurt when you think of infinity, imaginary
Nope.
19. What do you think of pi?
It sounds suspiciously like pie.

20. Could you carry on a relationship with someone with the same first name as a family member?
Depends who they had the same name as.

21. What's your opinion on sex without emotional commitment?
Depends on the situation.

22. Have you ever been romantically attracted to someone physically unattractive?
Aaah, back to Thom Yorke Syndrome. Goddamn I love that theory...

23.do you have a crush?
I've got my orange crush... XD

24. What is your favorite possession?
My watch.

25. What physical, tangible possession do you want most?
Nothing really. I'm quite happy with what I have.

26. How old do you think you will be before you stop liking getting older?
I hate getting older every day.

27. Best feature on the opposite gender?
Eyes. But mostly depends on the person...

28. Fears?
Being hit by a car, falling into a coma and waking up in 1973. Unless, you know, John Simm was there... ^_^

29. How good is your short-term memory?
Utterly shit.

30. How good is your long-term memory?
Even worse...

31. What is your earliest memory?
Emma stealing my MOTHERFUCKING LOLLIES!

32. What movie makes/made you cry?
None that immediatly spring to mind. Sad ones?

33. What song makes/made you cry?
Sometimes Last Goodbye, but only when I'm already sad...

34. What makes/made you laugh so hard you cried?
A good joke. People saying things they didn't mean to say.

35. Would you like to be cloned?
No, probably not. I don't have anything against cloning, just not me, thankyou.

36. Do you wish you could be alive when the world was ending, just to experience it?
Yeah, but I'd probably just end up topping myself, since I'm a total pussy...

37. What do you miss?
Everything.