Highschoolers Against Homophobia

my darling friends











SEE US IN THE MARDI GRAS.
Highschoolers against homophobia fuck yes

shit

shitttt day today
my lips are extremely sunburnt for maybe the third time in a row (cancer?)in the past few weeks and they've started blistering and eh just can't be bothered with it. art was all theory. me and dani passed notes like little schoolgirls 'bout getting on the mink. in photography someone took my enlarger which i always use and never don't use and it was just like oh my god i'm so fricken pissed. also found out my french day is on amers birthday, as well as my exam being on my birthday. i mean, it already kills my life and now they go and pull this shit.
quite frankly i don't see how writing it down in a fucking internet blog will make me feel better it's actually making me feel a lot shitter since i'm recalling all the shit stuff
laterz

Thoughtful Things

forgot i had this
i can't be bothered to think back what happened this week it was probably shit and/or chat. valentines day what a joke.
last school swimming carnival ever. was actually v. fun, in a year twelvsie omgawd last swimming carnival ever way. oh yeah, tom and i didn't end up being aliens costumes or any form of prop was non-existant and there was time crisis in making shit. so we settled on dorothy the dino, was rawww:





ha we're a fucking joke

i got home tonight to find jobe had researched which bus would most conveniently get me to his house. 10.27 from roseville he said haha. i'm meeting the parents, shit i hate meeting the parents, unless they were like those black parents off little nicky shouting dayme this show gets better every year dayme that boy is butt ugly, generally in reference to a basketball game. fuck i'm so chat talking about this. so yeah and so on, it's thoughtful things like that that make my day, now i don't have to look up a bus timetable, it's already done. we're rollerskating. i'm excited because it was actually planned for more than a month ago but then we got arrested, and the chance didn't arrive again till now
saturday night i'm also excited for, it's kind of a secret but basically there's fire, an unpredictable tide and rocks involved. best combo

yayerr that's about it i'm going to get off this GET THE FUCK OUT and sleep

Untitled

"when i'm bored i look around at the people surrounding me and wonder what their lives are like and what they are thinking..."

people-watching. it's the story of my life. every single person has their own life and they know different people and have different boyfriends and girlfriends their thoughts don't revolve around you they couldn't care in the slightest for you. what you have, so do billions of others. you can't possibly be unique or even special there's so many thoughts circulating the world.

everyone is a minority, no one is important

..not in the great scheme of things

x

ALIEEONTASTIC

mum's plum tart is so good
i just can't keep my sticky fingers away from it

on thursday tom and i are being aliens. green of course, with antennas and shit
v. excited

Career Again

Oh yeah, i actually really would like to be a high profile homicide detective or something like that, but how the fuck do you get to that stage? i don't mean those irrelevant police, but an actual detective with trenchcoat, negotiations and seedy contacts.
I mean, as far as i know there's no courses for it, and where do you go to say "i'd like to be a detective please" ?
i'm not a fucking nut case /or legally blonde

Apoplastic & Symplastic Loading & LIFE

Does that really sound like essential life skillz? i don't know why i picked biology, i've always hated science with a passion, and i'm just not good at it. During my exam today when i was thinking about trivial things like career choice, i should have been elaborating on two theories supporting the movement of sugar into the phloem- apoplastic and symplastic loading. Why the fuck would i want to do that? It's seriously not going to get me anywhere in life.
So as i was stringing various scientific terms together in the hope of a plausible answer - symplasm..osmotic gradient pressure..sink cells? - i came to the more pressing question. LIFE

what will it bring me? where am i going? where will i be in 10 years? will i even be alive then, or will some filthy terrorist have struck sydney, or perhaps climate change and global warming will have created some epic natural disaster - i mean look at the rain today it's just not healthy.

i don't want to end up so modernly cliched- finish school, go to university (not tafe! bleh) live at home for as long as i can to maximise funds. So i've taken the first step away from this by taking a gap year. I plan to leave on the 31st January 08 and come back (maybe?) on the 1st of December 08. I'm not sure about the coming back bit though, i'm sort of basing everything on the fact that i'll find something in europe that's more fab than here.
Or hopefully spending a year with a backpack, near zero euros, filth, bagquets and franglais will give me something to work with. A more svelte frame from malnourishment maybs

i'm quite content with the idea of flatting in paddington though. not a career though mmmmmmmmm

rachel

So i thought i'd start up one of these blog things. The reasons had been brewing for a while- i like thoughts, exploring thoughts, do people want to know my thoughts-"no rachel"- and i don't really give a fuck what the general public think of me.
Also, being in my final year of school it seems to help my procrastinating situation. Like, why do that histoire moderne if i can write a blog? A-wonderful-waste-of-time-type-thing?

Last night we (native, g unit, marshall + myself) decided last min to head to city. Hopped on our regular 208 11.30 busdawg. some gnarley raid on diamond bar whilst walking pitt st. sirens sirens 20 poleece carz block the road guns n shit i think? apparently again some shady hopefully columbian but im guessing general wog dealer pulled out a gun + knife, panic, scene broke out rada rada. always thought that place was pretty chat
dani then used some karaoke toilet, we casually meandered our way to oxford, with some casual loitering along the way, native bunging cigs of me (the non-smoker), oblivious to the fact she was flaunting her ass through her whorey stockings. ha! i joke. but seriously
got some coffee - i actually had a vanilla milkshake and just people watched for the majority of the night. it's what me + native do best, but i think katie + danig were craving some other scene?

typing's v. hard
more later perhaps