Cooked a feast of penguins

It tasted pretty crappy.

Lord, child you are unstoppable

To those people who look into the mirror and see beauty stare back please tell me how you can decide that of all the faces of the world yours happened to be beautiful. Tell me how, when beauty is created out of such rare circumstances and that it's almost hard to believe it even exists, you think you were deserving of this. What in you mind goes, "Well yes, I am beautiful" when it's obvious that it isn't an average thing. When it's not a gift for everyone to have, you at some point have decided in your mind that you will have it. Even with people telling you that you are beautiful shouldn't you question it, your beauty. People who have someone close to them die ask why it had to happen to them, why did they have to experience the grief and heartache. For every person that dies there are a handful of people at least who will be mourning them. Around a quarter of a million people die each day on Earth, that's a lot of mourning. That's a lot of people questioning God, Life, The Universe; asking why it had to happen to them. Still there are a lot of people who will look at themselves and decide that they are beautiful and not even think to ask why.

Let me eat you pah-leeaaaze

I've just stumbled on Charaben which is the japanese word for Character bento, basically food shaped into non-food related things. It's so sick and cute! Except I would never want to eat it, only walk around and be all "everybody looooook how cute my lunch is" with a grin on this big :D or to be asian it'd be like this xD.

As if cherry tomatoes aren't good enough, this ones got a crown

Yes we can! (Eat you!)

And I don't think this comes under Charaben but it is food that doesn't look like food.

I can't tell you

Everybody is a

writer

or an actor

or a photographer

or a dancer

or a singer

or some kind of diamond in the rough of Perth.

Three questions for UWA

1) Why do you smell gross? In particular of microwaved food and sweat. You have so many variants of odour and each of them bad.

2) Why does almost everyone of your doors say "EMERGENCY EXIT ONLY" or "DOOR TO NEVER BE UNLOCKED" yet you happily allow people to walk through them as though nothing is the matter?

3) Why didn't you tell me open day was for couples only? I would rather of not gone than experienced the shame I felt today.

"You're not well, are you Missy"

I have this sickness. It's like being love sick except I'm school sick. I made the terrible mistake of being too ill for school on Monday and because I hadn't been to school the day before the thought of school on Tuesday was just too much to bare. By Wednesday I figured I'd used up all my sick leave plausible and made the treacherous trek through a school day but Thursday (today) morning saw me slam my foot in the car door at 5.45 am and then later be drenched by the rain and so i figured I'd be better off at home than wearing wet underwear and limping around at school.

Did you catch that? I said I slammed my foot in the car door. That fucking hurts. Like alot. You know I thought I was over this. I have slammed my finger in the car door 6 times! 5 times on my left hand and then one lucky time on my right hand. I mean proper slammed, like mangled blue finger bleeding and I'd have to wear this special finger splint thing which I became very used to. It got to a point where one time I just casually called out "Yeah, I just slammed my finger in the door, can someone help me" And no one did, my brother thought i was just joking.

I guess I'm just prone to those kinds of things. I've also been stung by a bee 7 times, by a wasp once and hornet once. Let me tell you wasps hurt most. The rest don't really hurt so I'd probably take a sting for you if you were allergic or something but lately I start to swell up when I get stung by bees, especially when I get stung on the foot. I'm sure you've all seen the Notorious photos of my swollen foot or do I dare say I'll post them in the never arriving collection of mobile uploads. I figured it was just a foot thing since they get moved heaps and the blood always sinks down there but one time i got stung on the leg and my thigh got really swollen, "nooo Dirtbag, that was just during the winter months and you got faaaaaat".

yes feet, ah that reminds me, my foot is presently bruised and a little swollen but because of it I left school at recess time and had Tan Po Po for lunch, watched Foster's home for imaginary friends, went to the hairdressers, tidied my room (suddenly my new favourite pass time, oh my god what's happening to me!) and that's about it. I watched a lot of cartoons.

Yes well you know how they say school's almost over, well they say it for a reason mainly because school is almost over but still i don't see myself responding to this finish line call. I'm going down hill. I'm getting increasingly tired, I'm doing less and less work and my lit essay is coming on three weeks late (I think, I don't really have any idea of it's actually due date). I lack motivation I guess. I'm just school sick.

Ya know what I mean?

If people weren't so obsessed with the concept of a picture tells a thousand words then perhaps they'd bother to read more than a thousand words...

Infinite

cheesus christ show mercy on those in the valley

Does anybody else ever find that even the best of crackers sometimes taste like ants or am I just really quirky?

Your Arms Around Me

In the microwave's door dead set infront of my face I don't see me slip.
My hands linger in the water after I've let the knife fall. They were slow to enter and slow to release. I see red spiral fumes dance and twirl. I look down and see you're right. Then gone is my hand. My arm. It's all very subtle. Everything spreads outwards like stars in the ever expanding universe and I'm left looking at the bloodied sink. All bloody now. The red sea. I smile. Somehow the red turns to darkness. Not blue, not black. Darkness. And even when I'm awake I don't notice myself slip.

You're beautiful, like a May fly

Anger walks down the verges. There's no footpath on her side of the street but she prefers it to having headlights expose her. That's where all the other teenagers stand. In the light. Squinting eyes. Red eyes. Drunk and tumbling.
Continuously walking past groups of people, this had been a very large party, one throws out a live one, just.
"Hey, you alright? you look so angry." She bends an arm around his back and keeps him from falling. Now she pushes her palm against his chest to support him. "I hate this. I just want to go home." she says.
"Come home with me. My mum is coming soon. I just called her. she should be here soon."
Soon came and went and she still hadn't come. Unbeknown to the two of them, sitting on the curb of Eternity Street, he'd never made the call. All this time, time that had passed: time leading up to, time that was and time after soon, the two sat in silence.
In present time, time after soon, Anger blinks to swallow her tears. She can taste the uncomfortable saltiness of suppression. He bobbles his head, playing with the draw strings of his jacket.
He is looking at her but she's too concerned with across the road. She tries to draw shut her long, silky however thin hair as curtains to cover a girl under the influence's underwear.
"You know I'd like you if you weren't so full of yourself. If you didn't go everywhere thinking you were so beautiful"
"what?" The girl under the influence has now slipped her spindly arms under a boy's shirt for warmth. Later she'll be under him. Then of course they'll go back to his place and be under covers. "I don't understand what you're on about. As if you think that? As if you think I think that?"
"yeah, you totally do. I mean you are beautiful, but you just totally know it."
"shut up, you're so annoying. I'm not beautiful. I'm not even close." Anger was being sincere. She thought of herself as ugly. She didn't have self-esteem problems. She was truthful and realistic and not complicated. It was true, Anger wasn't beautiful. She wasn't even close.
"sure, sure"
"what the fuck, I don't understand this. I don't care that I'm unattractive, I can accept it, whatever."
"I don't believe you. You got so much confidence because you're beautiful and you know it"
"If you think I've got confidence it's because I don't care what I look like. I am just not bothered!"
"nup nup, I don't believe you."
"you know what, you're so wrong about everything. I know you. What you think about everything is wrong. It's fucked. When I was younger and had a crush on you I was waiting for the day that you'd grow tall. Now I'm waiting for the day you grow up".

Anger stands up and walks down to the end of the street. Before she even thinks of where to walk next a car pulls up with it's window down. Delirious' father offers her a lift home. She climbs in from the left side of the car to the backseat next to Righteous.

Delirious' father starts to drive off. Delirious looks back from the passenger seat at Anger and Righteous and then the driver turns to face his daughter. In his peripherals he sees the others. A thorn between two roses he thinks. He looks back out at the road and continues to drive.

Afro's with flowers attached to them are cool

Going on someones computer when they're not around to write down what blogs that person reads is not cool. It's like rape. Also not cool.

What's Wrong Is That You Can Suck My Dick

I have red shoulderlength hair. My arms are straight. My hands push down on your counter. I'm tuning my head and my hair swishes. "motherfucker" I pout my lips and say. I am warm beneath my fur coat I am this look that I have worn for years and yet you make me aggity. I can't help it. I say once more "mother fucker" cause that's what you are, I have no restraint, I just gotta say it. "mother fucker". I am comfortable in the clothes I wear, in this pharmacy, in this valley. I am only rocked by your god damn'd presence.
Once I was swept up in this river which gushed through here, the San Fernando valley. Once I wasn't drowning. You've been rocking my boat. Not my world. He rocked my world but you are rocking my boat. mother fucker. My hands push down on the gunnel. It is so wide my palm almost entirely is pressed upon it, my fingers curled under. Even as i sit here now, I sit the boat up, i can hold it with my frame. Ugh wash my mouth out, your dirty words' doing. I hold the gunnel my blood rushing, my body longing to rage. I arch my back, I hunch my back. YOU SAY: SIT PROUD, SIT TALL. a motherfucker.
When you yell at us, when you fucking dare, I look at you with my dirtiest glance. You're so entirely deserving of that. You can't use that tone with us, not with me. How dare you. You have no right to use that tone. I know what you're trying, what you're getting at but you're too undeserving. You don't even come close. He'd speak to us in the way you now intend to. He was allowed to. He could do anything, he had the right, the respect, the purpose. You fail. And you make us fail. How do you fucking even dare.
Shame on you.
Shame on you.
Old men need to learn their time is up. and I hate you more for being old. More than you being deaf, blind, irritating beyond belief is that you're old and therefore I'm so cruel for these thoughts of you, of my words. I don't give a fuck. You took from us so much, too much.
Where's your fucking decency.

It's Maths Week... YAY

the hardest thing about re-learning pi is not remembering the numbers and their order but remembering the rhythm i knew them in last

Jai Ho

I scream, you scream, we all scream for icecream!

I broccoli, you broccoli, we all broccoli for saucy broccoli!

Broccoli is the greatest thing in the entire word at soaking up sauce. What makes any meal is a good amount of saucy broccoli. It's so fucking good. Come on, you know you love it. I bet your subconscious was just hanging out for someone to label it, wondering "why is it that i always save that one piece of broccoli for the excess of soup in my plate?" Put aside all your childhood hate for them little trees and dip em in you satay sauce.

They're the best. You love em.

Allison Alistair

How To Lose Weight and Alienate Fat

This is gorgeous, but I'm just too fat.

Don't be crazy. Alice? Is Anna fat?

 Not at all. Why, she's so thin I could take her little spindly body and snap her over my knee like a dry fucking twig.