People I should be allowed to Kill

Fucktards who drive with their headlights on high beam
Fucktards who drive with fog lights on. This is PERTH, people!
People who go to the library to study and spend the whole time talking
People who sit in the priority seats who aren't old or have kiddiewinkies
Those who save the pretty lingerie for "special"
Morons who haven't yet worked out a 2lane roundabout
People that think it's ok to take a bajillion items through the 10 item lane
Strange people who seem to think you give way to the left....
People who rag me about my height ALL the time-I can take a joke, but not when the joke never ends
The person who wrote "you shouldn't settle on one person at this age, One Night Stands are what life is about" on the Arts bathroom wall
People who "hate" dark chocolate but have never tried it
Oh yes, those who drive huge Navara's and the like but never actually use them for anything but to look cool
People who think I'm crazy for taking 3 languages-I don't comment on your degree, and anyway, when did I ask your opinion?
People who step on you, knock you down, then use you to help themselves up, leaving you still crushed in a heap on the train platform, without saying sorry.
Those who live, breathe, dream, eat and sleep Twilight.
Kids whose mothers make no attempt to control them, even when they're clearly annoying the shit out of other people
People who ask to borrow a tissue. Please, TAKE IT, don't give it back...
The person who said you can't get Centrelink if your parents don't pay tax.
Coppers who pull you over just to check your license, because you "don't look old enough"

Ok, my hate is on page and off brain =)

Sittin' dark getting taken 'cause I said
Something lewd in a low down accent
Yeah yeah yeah
Kinda love those eyes
I wanna get down honey
But I ain't your guy

I'll rap 'n' ruck 'n' jam it up
But count me out
Cause all I ever wanna get is slang
Slang with me, I don't wanna get my hands dirty
Slang with me, I just wanna get soakin' wet
Slang with me, I don't wanna get my hands dirty
All I ever wanna get is slang


What's affectin' my condition
What's about to knock you down
Said wrapped 'n' bound and a goddamn
I'd love to get connected but it's outta my hand

I'll rap 'n' ruck 'n' jam it up
But count me out
Cause all I ever wanna get is slang
Slang with me, I don't wanna get my hands dirty
Slang with me, I just wanna get soakin' wet
Slang with me, I don't wanna get my hands dirty
All I ever wanna get is slang

It's my intention to be your obsession (Mi pasion, mi obsesion, queria que eastuvieras conmigo) It's my obsession to be your addiction
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro


Slang with me, I don't wanna get my hands dirty
Slang with me, I just wanna get soakin' wet
Slang with me, I don't wanna get my hands dirty
All I ever wanna get is
Slang with me, I don't wanna get my hands dirty
Slang with me, I just wanna get soakin' wet
Slang with me, I don't wanna get my hands dirty
All I ever wanna get is slang

and MORE def leppard songs!
what is WITH this???
hmmm 6 days until Rhett.
I should write An Ode To Rhett.
Unfortunately I shall not, because I feel as though my literary talents would be below sea level today. It's this cold, you see. It bungs up the literary genius in me
If only you knew what I have been up to!
Mainly just uni &shit, but also MASS phone calls to Rhett..and texts...
And he's in trouble now, MUAHAHAHAH.
oh well.
SLANG WITH mEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on
Livin' like a lover with a radar phone
Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp
Demolition woman, can I be your man?
Razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a flash a little light
Television lover, baby, go all night
Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet
Little miss ah innocent sugar me, yeah


Hey! C'mon, take a bottle, shake it up
Break the bubble, break it up


Pour some sugar on me
Ooh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me
C'mon fire me up
Pour your sugar on me
Oh, I can't get enough
I'm hot, sticky sweet
From my head to my feet yeah


Listen! red light, yellow light, green-a-light go!
Crazy little woman in a one man show
Mirror queen, mannequin, rhythm of love
Sweet dream, saccharine, loosen up


You gotta squeeze a little, squeeze a little
Tease a little more
Easy operator come a knockin' on my door
Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet
Little miss innocent sugar me, yeah


Take a bottle, shake it up
Break the bubble, break it up
Pour some sugar on me
Ooh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me
C'mon fire me up
Pour your sugar on me
Oh, I can't get enough
I'm hot, sticky sweet From my head to my feet yeah

[guitar solo]

You got the peaches, I got the cream
Sweet to taste, saccharine
'Cos I'm hot, say what, sticky sweet
From my head, my head, to my feet

Do you take sugar? one lump or two?

Take a bottle, shake it up
Break the bubble, break it up

Pour some sugar on me
Ooh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me
C'mon fire me up
Pour your sugar on me
Oh, I can't get enough
Pour some sugar on me
Oh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me
Get it, come get it
Pour your sugar on me
Ooh Pour some sugar on me
Yeah! Sugar me


yup. more Def Leppard.
solleh, solleh.
8 days....
one week and one day
still too bloody long dammit.
and this cold. OMG. much hate.
doctors tomorrow. i shall take cash, i don't think i want to charge it to medicare, the renties dunno i'm going.

prosh soon. much proshing to be done.

Hey kid, rock and roll
Rock on, ooh, my soul
Hey kid, boogey too, did ya

Hey shout, summertime blues
Jump up and down in my blue suede shoes
Hey kid, rock and roll, rock on

And where do we go from here
Which is the way that's clear

Still looking for that blue jean, baby queen
Prettiest girl I ever seen
See her shake on the movie screen, Jimmy Dean
(James Dean)

And where do we go from here
Which is the way that's clear

Still looking for that blue jean, baby queen
Prettiest girl I ever seen
See her shake on the movie screen, Jimmy Dean
Jimmy Dean
Rock on
Rock on
Rock on

Hey, hey
Rock and roll
Rock on

Rock on
Hey, hey
Rock and roll
Rock on

Rock on
Hey, hey
Rock and roll
Rock on

Rock on
Hey, hey
Rock and roll
Rock on........


Def Leppard did it better =) David Essex did it well, but Def Leppard did it the *best* of all.
It's been in my head all week now. Ok I know it's only Wednesday, but I reckon it'll be there still come Sunday. Or Monday or whatever.

I'm awfully happy. I'm saving up to go to Canberra. I have decided that I want to
Swim in Lake Burley-Griffin
Lurk outside a politically important building
Look dodgy next to the war memorial
Pick someone out from a crowd, follow them to work and wait outside ALL DAY for them.
Start a conversation with the person standing next to me about 2 minute noodles
Wear PERTH FASHION OMG

I have a tutorial presentation due tomorrow.
I don't really think I'm ready.
Ohhhh boy.

'Tis Sunday.
What to do? I ask myself....
The logical thing seemed to be "Start my politics thingy"
So of course it happens to be the hardest thing I have ever done, and I'm so lost and confused it really isn't funny any more.
I don't really know where to start, either. I'm *trying* to read "On Liberty" by Mill, but MY GOD
I have to say, it's worse than Shakespeare mixed with Dickens in French.
And I like all three of those, but not at the same time.
17 days though, which is rather handy.
I really feel like skipping tomorrow's French Culture class, but I skipped it last week. And I made myself the rule that I can't skip twice in a row. Maybe I'll skip something on Tuesday.
I want to go to Midland Gate, but to be totally honest I think it'll have to wait until Saturday, and it's *so* busy then......
Politics...
Such a frustrating lecture, difficult, uncomprehensible....fascinating.
must remember to pick out a restaurant.
Restaurant. French word, technically meaning "restorant", which means an object/item/institution which restores one to their former state.
An expensive one too =)
I'm really not sure where to go, although I'm looking favourably at one in the city, because I don't much like driving at night.
Plus I have to be Not Driving by midnight. Which will continue until June ARGH.
But then it shall be All Good. I shall be on Greens and I shall be able to DRIIIIVE whenver I feel like it.
And there shall be no more "I must be gone by 11 30 to be home, le boo."
Le Boo. Where *did* I get that from??
And I have kaya in the fridge back in Brunei. I miss Brunei, and kaya.

I think my mind is wandering a bit.
I shall leave now, methinks.

Toodlepip, chaps and chappettes.

wellll

HELLO

yes yes i know i've been away for a lawng time.
BUT!
Since I've been away, much has transpired. I have started Uni. I have gone Wild And Nuts. I have divested myself of pants. I have torn a rather artistic looking hole in my jeans. I have snogged people. I have not snogged many other people. I have drunk many cups of tea.

I have begun to study LATIN.

so HERE
is 20 lines of Aulularia by Plautus. No macrons though, I can't be bothered to type them all in.

quis es tu? ego sum Euclio. senex sum
quis es tu? egu sum Phaedra. filia Euclionis sum.
quis est tu? Staphyla sum, serua Euclionis
qui estis? familia Euclionis sumus.

dramatis personae
Euclio: Euclio senex est, pater Phaedrae.
Phaedra: Phaedra filia Euclionis est.
Staphyla: serua Euclionis est.
Euclio senex est. Euclio senex auarus est. Euclio in aedibus habitat cum filia. filia Euclionis Phaedra est. est et serua in aedibus. serua nomen est Staphyla.
Eulcionis familia in aedibus habitat. sunt in familia Euclionis paterfamilias, et Phaedra filia Euclionis, et Staphyla serua. omnes in aedibus habitant.

Demaenetus: Demaenetus senex est, Euclionis auus.
seruus: serui nomen est Dauus.
serua: seruae nomen est Pamphila.
coquus et tibicina.
(seruus in scaenum intrat. ante ianuam Demaeneti stat et clamat. cur clamat? clamat quod seruam uocat)
SERVVS: heus, Pamphila! ego Dauus te uoco!
SERVA: quis me uocat? quis clamat?
SERVVS: egu Dauus te uoco.
SERVA: quid est? cur me uocas?
(seruus ad ianuam appropinquat, sed ianua clausa est. seruus igitur ianuam pulsat)


would you like a translation?
good.
who are you? I am Euclio, I am an old man.
who are you? I am Phaedra. I am Euclio's daughter.
who are you? I am Staphyla, Euclio's female slave.
who are you all? We are Euclio's household.

Euclio: Euclio is an old man, father of Phaedra
Phaedra: Phaedra is the daughter of Euclio
Staphyla: Euclio's female slave

Euclio is an old man. Euclio is an old miserly man. Euclio lives in the house with his daughter. Euclio's daughter is Phaedra. There is a slave in the house. The slave's name is Staphyla.

Demaenetus: Demaenetus is an old man, Eculio's grandfather.
slave: the name of the slave is Dauus
Slave: the slave's name is Pamphila
cook and pipe girl
(slave enters the stage)
slave: hey Pamphila! I, Dauus, call you!
Slave: who calls me? Who shouts?
slave: I, Dauus, call you!
Slave: Who is? Why call me?
(slave approaches the door, but the door is closed. The slave therefore pounds on the door.)


see. I know you wanted that.
there'll be more, next time. I won't bore you with the declensions I've been doing, they're duller than dull ditchwater, I tells ya.

COLDPLAY ON SATURDAY OMG
Yup, I'm kokin' my yummee yummers, I'm that excited. Now, what to wear.......


Shaolada XD

I have been accused....

I have recently been accused of drinking all the milk, and eating all the milo.

LIES I SAY, ALL LIES!!!

*looks guiltily at the half empty milk carton, tin of milo and spoon beside her*

well....maybe a slight exaggeration of the facts...


fine ok it's true. I drink all the milk and eat all the milo =)

Things that inspire me

good manga
strange teas
artwork
french people
blank whiteboards
good anime
rhett
other rhett
dreams
peter and the wolf
Jupiter
my baby cousins
aunty diane
aunty lois
kahlil gibran
the bible
dianna
lana
This Is All
kitchens
the venus de milo
old houses
Tanglewreck
my rings
gardens
cats
white tables

Well =)
Leavers was beyond awesome-many lovely peoples, much lovely booze. Don't put cereal with beer, don't talk to pot-smoking toolies. Don't turn around to see where Kirri is, he'll be peeing in a bush, and then Trell will see too and decide he needs to pee also. Don't sit in the hammock, the fatties broked it. Do have fun. Lots of that.
Went to Andre Rieu last night-beyond fabulous. BESTEST music, even if they did play the bolero at top speed.
Time to WHINGE
What the hell is with people who go to concerts like Andre Rieu and TALK THE WHOLE FREAKING TIME? About things they could discuss in a coffee shop! Do they not understand that they are disturbing and annoying other people around them, and that it is incredibly disrespectful to the performer? Do they LIKE people turning around and asking them to be quiet, or if they think we care? ARGH they drive me nuts. Very nuts. Muchly nuts. ANGRY NUTS.
I shall discuss my current mood tomorrow.

*shriek*
IT'S OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NO MORE TEE!!!
NO MORE FREAKY DEAKY BOARDING HOUSE!
I do believe it's celebration time....now, where is that rum?

OMG!!!

OMG 25 DAYS
ONE EXAM
ONE CONCERT
AND
ONE BOOKSHELF TO BUILD
and then.....
well, don't you just want to know?
*rofl*

I has $15.35 in coin, and my wallet will not shut.
I has too many $50 notes in my wallet and I don't like carrying around.
I just got my bank statement and I am thinking about putting those fifties back in there.
I has 26 days of waiting, and I want them to go fast.
I has 2 squares of chocolate left and I'm wondering where they all went.
I has an alien water bottle, and he is never quite full.
I has a fountain pen and I am not sure where I have left it.
I has a boyfriend, and really he does spoil me far too much.
I has $15.35 in coin, and my wallet WILL NOT SHUT DAMMIT

So...
I have one exam left.
It is French.
I do not like French Exams. They are hard.
And difficult.
And have vocab I do not know.
I went to Busselton for the weekend. It was fun.
However, the Campbellator was there. It then became awkward, as she watched Meggy and I smeg around in the *indoor* *heated* pool like goons without brains.
And she kept saying "hello."
Did she not understand that I simply wanted to forget her existance? Or was she simply too strange to notice? I shall never know, as I do not plan to ask.
I ruined my favourite boots, too. Well, not ruined...hopefully a lick of polish...or maybe some paint...will fix them. They costed me a lot of the moolah too. Fair, it is not.
This summer I shall wash my ugg boots.
Fascinating, isn't it. I shall even post before and after pictures.
Then you shall all be excited, I bet.

Four exams daown, one to go!
Of course, the curriculum council, being dumb and stupid and annoying has decided that not only would I have the VERY FIRST exam, I'd have the VERY LAST exam too. So by the time I finish my French exam, I shall be one of only two year 12 boarders in the bh.
Bah.
Instead, I shall take revenge on my file salad by jumping up and down on it, then selling off all my books. Well, all the ones that I haven't tortured out of usefulness. Or lost. I bet I've lost the ones they'll need for next year. So typical.
Laaaaahrens' gone now. Devo =P nah not really I'll se her again. I hope.
Oh yes, this is her blog: http://mushroomloaf.wordpress.com
and Lana's is http://heartsandhearts.wordpress.com
and Mei's http://iheartfrankie.wordpress.com

They're all wordpress^^. I decided to be different, so I'm on blogspot, with its annoying Americanised spelling. Gar. Hatred!!

WELL HELLO!

Revenge is sweet. Especially revenge against MATHS FILES BRUHAHAHAH!!!
Lauren and myself just tore her maths file to little tiny pieces, took many photos and the but it all in a big plastic bag, took *more* photos, and now it's being stored under her desk, so that whenever she has an exam, we shall tear her files to shreds. I shall try to convince the Flossinator to come to unsere haus the weekend to *burn* my files ^^. You can come too. WAIT NO YOU CAN'T STAY AWAAAAAAAAY you big scary person!

I'll add photos when Lauren sends them to me. If she gets around to it. I'll sit on her until she does or something.
Lauren just came in to tell me she's put me on her blogroll. That's handy, maybe somebody'll actually read this then . I'll put her on my blogroll too. Do I have a blogroll? Hmmm. This requires investimigating. Later though....
While the Laurenator was in here, discussing blogrolls (which I haven't spelt correctly first time round yet), I put my hand up to fiddle with my earring and discovered.....*cue screaming fangirls* MY GLAND IS SWOLLENNNNN. Yeah bet you wanted to know that... but seriously, it's like I'm storing a marble in there. Other one's fine, but hmmm, a marbley gland. How completely odd and rather annoying.
I'm going to do something constructive now, like lie on my bed and stare at the ceiling.
Tallyho.

10 30 pm, night before history final TEE exam: starts studying
WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF?
(Actually, I think it was the lure of Inuyasha...Damn him and his pointy ears! Thank God that Kikyo is DEAD forever!)

Still haven't done History revision...time is running out. *Shit, shit*
Gotta pack up this room, too. I leave in...less than 24 hours *Shit, shit, shit*
Must clear out locker *Shit, shit, shit, shit*
Need to study for Discrete *Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit*
Have got to stop going to bed at four in the morning *S, s, s, s, s, s*
I'm screwed, aye! ^^

At this juncture, I'm again practicing the magnificent art of Procrastination. I *must* do History revision, yet...

TEE History 2005. Document Booklet and Question/Answer booklet. The Q/A book has a space for me to write my Student Number in. Apparently the markers aren't allowed to know our names, or the school we go to, or even if we're a girl or a boy. I'm pretty sure they can tell, though. I mean, girls (like me) like to use Tippex (unlike me) while boys don't just cross out the word, they want it *dead*. I should say here that I'm neither. I use eraseable fountain pen, so I just finish the paragraph, go back and erase the mistakes (with my swanky eraser pen) and then rewrite them. I feel the need to state that I always re-read my previous paragraph before starting the next, so that I know I'm still on track. Therefore the act of erasing and re-writing a few words takes a maximum of 20 seconds, that I'd otherwise spend staring out the window or swearing at myself as I realise that "YES! I should indeed have revised the Gair Affair... Why didn't I?"

Ergh. I have to do this Doc. Study *now* or somebody, read Lauren or Lana, will come in and distract me...or worse...Inuyasha will pop into my mind...and then it'll be BYEBYE study.

Toodles.

And now, just as I'm up to the good part of Inuyasha, File Salad must return and torture me with Discrete maths, French, Biology, English, and the other one, what is it...oh! History. Thank God in His heaven that Food Production isn't an examinable subject. At least this is THE END (!). After these kriffing, smegging TEE's are over and I've applied for Uni (and paid the $110 late fee...dunno how I'll explain that particular withdrawl...)and been to Leavers and seen Rhett, "Life," whateverthehell that is, will "officially" (although according to who, I'd like to know...) start.

44 days until I see Rhett. Damn this smegging distance! How the hell I managed to get myself into this is beyond me...Sheer dumb luck? Yeah, that's my story and I'm sticking to it! How odd, in a week or so's time, Rhett's legally adult, while I've still got a few months wait to go. Haha it's a legal "adult" going out with a legal "child." So random. Whatever. I'm not sure anyone other than the coppers and the judges care about "legally adult." Oh wait, the bottleshops do.

Yuck. Can't get over TEE's. I have History on Monday, Maths on Tuesday, English on Thursday, then 5 days, then Biol, then another week and French. Then LEAVERS (w00t).
I have to get a job. Joy...I guess if Rhett and I want to save enough money for him to move over here *and* continue his diploma, and for me to go to Uni (although the 'renties are paying for that) I really need to. Two jobs would be good, then I get mass tax return. Another thing I gotta sort out-Tax file. And I gotta change all my addresses from c/o school to Mutti's house. Soon to be Mutti and my house, until lilbro is released from his school/prison/boarding house and Dadi gets back from Brunei.

It's been 5 years since we all lived in the same house. 2004, when I left for boarding school. Then lilbro left um...2 years ago, and Mutti moved down for work, and Dadi stayed in Brunei. Making a family of four people living in four places living to four different routines eating four different meals and meeting for 14 weeks of the year out of 52. Maybe it can be put down to the Expat life, but I think it's kinda sad...
As Ned Kelly said though, Such Is Life (NO! Ben Cousins DID NOT say it first!)
44 days...So much is happening in that time.

I hope he brings me fudge when he comes...it's just not as good here as it is over East.

OMG ARGH BOOOOO!!! Nevereverland is over 18 ONLY!! BARGH! ARGH! SMEG! KRIFF! ETC! Cannot freaking believe it! Best indie/semi-indie/fake-indie/whateverIdon'tcareit'sgoodbloodymusic lineup EVER. Klaxons...Presets...Cut Copy...Van She...*snarl.*

I can't decide if I've written too much. I'm so indecisive ^^. Maybe I'll just sleep now. No, I won't I want to watch Inuyasha!!Or maybe listen to Rammstein, or Neubauten. Hmmm.
Shmeh. Whatever. Next years year 8's are having a sleepover with next years year 10's. So cute. So damn NOISY!!

Although I'm pretty sure most of the 12's are awake, all...8 of us. The rest have gone home, only to come back for their exams. Lauren's asleep though, she's dead sick. How the hell she's gonna manage the smegging TEE's in her state is anyone's guess.

I'm going to watch Inuyasha. Those fluffy ears really get me going =P.
Night all.
Sweet Dreams.