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Riot Dog

May 11, 2010

What an awesome dog. Click the picture to read.

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Fresh Prince of Belair

August 13, 2009

New Belair Road on the 196 this morning. Adelaide is so tiny it is hidden behind a scratch on the window. CAN YOU SEE IT?! Here you can.

RIP Boris: 2003 – April 2009

May 14, 2009

ūüė¶

Goodnight, sweet prince.

Stay Gold, Ponyboy

April 5, 2009

Currently listening to: Queen – Don’t Stop Me Now

I want to start taking more photos of things, just little bits and pieces of whatever. It’s fun. You be quiet.

Last weekend I went to Glenelg, and then a few other beaches with Mish. I took a photo of a pony and camel that you could ride at Glenelg, but it didn’t save because I’m a genius. So, here are other people’s photos of the camel and pony at Glenelg.

Another pony/camel:

What a show…I still can’t believe I talked with Kris Roe. It was pretty rad. I got to name drop and everything. He was totally blown away by my camera and wrote down all the details. He smells good…

Keep on Playing Our Favourite Song Pt. 2

August 17, 2008

I totally made a private post, and you’ll totally never know.

Totally.

Rhythms

June 15, 2008

Currently listening to: Weezer – Tired of Sex

Sappy time.

My friends seriously are the best…after days of feeling like crap and spontaneously crying (guh, such a girl), after spending only a few minutes with them, I was radiantly happy.

June 14, 2008

…or perhaps not.

Headlock

June 1, 2008

Currently listening to: Rilo Kiley – The Angels Hung Around.

I’m in a crappy mood. My maths book is really getting to me. I can’t be bothered going into it. I have a crazy twitch, I am so stressed. Fucking…asshole math people, screw everything up.¬†

To try and¬†de-stress,¬†I brush Citrus Sweetheart’s hair.¬†

Loser. But it kind of works…a a bit.

Screw this, lolcats:

http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/funny-pictures-rabbit-has-lettuce.jpg

http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/funny-pictures-best-water-slide-ever.jpg

Le sigh.

Balls, man. We just ran over a bus.

May 19, 2008

Never found out why you left him,
but this answer begs that question,
Too blind to see tomorrow,
too broke to beg or borrow.
Young and Stupid, left wide open
Hearts are wasted, lives are broken

One more point of contention, 
I need some intervention
Approached with vague intentions
betray my short attention span
The distance, bridge the border
Beg forgiveness, round the corner

Everytime I look for you the sun goes down
And I stumble when this whole thing runs aground
I left another message, you are never around
But everytime I look for you the sun goes down once more
Will the last one out, please shut the door

More time apart will give you,
a few more months to argue
Is this too much to live through,
it always seems too far to drive
The point home, send more letters
Pray tomorrow, ends up better

Everytime I look for you the sun goes down
And I stumble when this whole thing runs aground
I left another message, you are never around
But everytime I look for you the sun goes down once more
Will the last one out, please shut the door

I never did do anything that she asked, 
I never let what happened, stay in the past
I never did quite understand what she meant,
In spite of everything, in spite of everything

Everytime I look for you the sun goes down
And I stumble when this whole thing runs aground
I left another message, you are never around
But everytime I look for you the sun goes down
And I stumble when this whole thing runs aground
I left another message, you are never around
but everytime I look for you the sun goes down

Whiskey.

Does he Love You?

May 19, 2008

Currently listening to: Bodyjar – One in a Million

I honestly can’t express how relieved I am that I have a day off tomorrow. It’s not so much a day off, as I literally have piles of work to do, but ohhh man, I get to be at home, and it’s just a lot more…um…AWESOME. I don’t think I could actually last a day longer without a mental break. I’m kind of happy with myself though, I haven’t taken a day off all year. I haven’t skipped any lessons (except for psychology because we were watching The Devil Wears Prada and I have no idea why). On average, I used to have a day off each week; they were my ‘mental health’ days. I would wake up or just…not wake up. I would be too upset to go out. Or I’d have too much on my mind. I’d just cry all day and get work done. I was pathetic. I still am but like, NOW I AM AWESOME…pretending I am narcissistic is fun. I would get dressed and see myself in the mirror and just…pretty much go into a state where I would just lie in bed all day. I wouldn’t talk to anyone. It sucked. But I’m over it. After a few years, of doing that once a week…I got over it this year.

My finger nails are all pretty and shiny. Check it out, brah.

I realised a long time ago that writing here is completely stupid and…I’m pretty sure my widget dictionary just gave me the wrong definition for the word ‘superlative’. This requires further investigation. Oh wait no,¬†superfluous. My mistake. As I was saying, I am aware that writing here is completely stupid and superfluous as all it is a a ramble, a train of thoughts and simply a place for me to try and go off on as many tangents as I possibly can, and to try and make sentences as long as I can, without consciously attempting to do so…superfluous.

But apparently some people read it. Some people EVEN CLICK ON THE LINKS I PROVIDE. Now that is just such an honour. I do find it amusing how many people who stumble across this page are the ones googling¬†‘adelaide hookers‘, ‘grandmother’s fucking‘, ‘seventeen years old‘, ‘punch boobs‘ or ‘how to get chlamydia‘. Those are my favourites, anyway. There are plenty of other stellar searches. Obviously, I attract a delightful audience.

I feel fairly lazy. I got home…I…internet, sat around, played GTA for a bit, sat around, did some art, sit ups, and now I’m in bed. I felt too tired to exercise properly, and I didn’t get any work done, other than art. Lazyface. But I have been working a crap load. WAAAAHMBULANCE.

Last weekend was Robin’s party. Blah blah blah, I came fairly close to being in a head on collision.¬†

This weekend was Merridy’s 18th¬†at Mojo West.¬†Yeah…I’m pretty sure I’ve become a fairly cynical old man.¬†

There are some funny stories from both nights, including the po po. Damn po po. The highlight of Saturday night though was meeting up with friends, in our formal wear at Hungry Jack’s Blackwood afterwards to hang around at 12pm, eat junk and watch it rain for the first time in ages. Friends are pretty much the best.

Psychology today consisted of taking silly and inappropriate quizzes on the Internet…Penis Envy is such a joke…what the hell, Freud?

p.s.

“fuck you, I’m an anteater”.