Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me

I found something in the Tafe bathroom, and it wasn’t a dead baby.

I love someone I can. It made me smile. It’s so lame that it made me happy. It made me think of postsecret. I was going to say something but TOTALLY not going there, girlfraaand.

Hell Yeah, I Remember Aurora

Currently listening to: Propagandhi – Dear Coach’s Corner

I gave it a lame name.

Aurora (Borealis).

Rory for short, according to my dear Grandmother.

After a nice wash and some new hubcaps and floor mats.

Who needs a CD player? Cassettes are where it’s at.

1.21 gigawatts, son.

Oh yes, that’s right, plans are in motion.

Tusk and Temper

Eee! BRING IT ON.

Help Save the Youth of America From Exploding

This website is brilliant. People’s heads exploding while they drink coffee/eat doughnuts? Err, YES?!

8 Full Hours of Sleep

Currently listening to: Rise Against – The Approaching Curve

I’m too lazy. I can’t be bothered doing…things. Exhausted. I’m a huge slug, pretty much. I’m the Slurm Queen. Wait no, that’s really gross. This place is fairly pointless, I just like to compile…junk…heh…junk.

Here, have some junk:

Cool artist. Smeary. Heh…gross. I really should delete that comment but naww haha.

The worst song in the world, aka the best song in the world. And no, it’s not by this band. Or this band. Or this band. Guh.

Contrary to popular belief, no, electric saws do not go in the bajingo. 

I may have posted it before, but this is pretty cool.

Boxcar

So…I bought a car. YAHA. Wicked!

I’ve been looking for a while now. Every week in the newspaper and at car dealerships all over. Main North Road…Noarlunga…South Road…blah blah. I’d been looking for a Mazda Astina 323, but also had a look at Proteges and some others, but I definitely wanted a Mazda, and my heart has been set on an Astina, preferably a 1997 model, because they look neat.

So blah blah, we went to meet the people, my dadsy test drove it (I can’t drive manual yet) and said it was good. All seemed fine, nothing wrong with it; new aerial, new air conditioning, electric windows, remote central locking, cassette player, new front tyres (the back ones need replacing soon), 133,000km, 1.8 litre, manual, shiny grey, fricking awesome. 

The people selling it had someone coming to look at it in an hour, and well…I wanted it. It would’ve been wise to get an RAA check done on it, but all the private sales we called up about were all sold straight away, and I didn’t want this one slipping through my fingers. I had a feeling about it as soon as my mum told me about the advertisement in the newspaper. So we went for it. Gave them a $60 deposit and now I am transferring $7000 to my bank account from my ING Direct account. I should be able to get a bank cheque Tuesday morning and go pick up my horses. Yes, I’m going to call it that for now. If only I knew exactly how many horses…hang on, let’s see. No, I don’t know. Regardless, I’ll have to come up with an ‘A’ name for it, but for now, it can be ‘the horses’. 

So, it’s a Mazda shiny grey manual 1997 Astina 323. Yeow. Like this:

And this, particularly the colour:

I can’t wait to learn how to drive manual. It looks so much fun. Yay! Car! Meep meep! Polluter <3

Oh yeah, we got the price down to $6,300. There goes half my money.

On a more important note, Lena, I love you.

Back and to the Left

My boys are back!!!

The Get Up Kids, duh. <33333333333333

Bears Eat Beets

He’s hot, even in caricature form.

I am half asleep…Late Night with Jimmy Fallon sucks.

Oh my God oh my God oh my God! I just had an idea for a piece! I’m so excited. I’m so tired, and I was falling asleep when I had an idea and developed an image in my head, I had to get up, I just drew it out and I am psyched! I want to start now! It’s similar to some of my previous stuff, but I want to try some new things. I wish I had a canvas and could start right away. Tomorrow or Wednesday, I must buy a canvas, and collect my art portfolios from school. I CAN’T WAIT!!!

I Was Married

What would you do on a first date that was turning sour?

I’d run home and play dead. The next day I would call all the newspapers and make sure they wrote about me in all the dead columns.

- Craig, age 9

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