"I'm going to jump off that cliff-like thingie!"

Mon, 09 Apr 2007 08:43:54 GMT

Hey how's everybody doin'? Good? How about you in the back?
Yeah?! ...... Yeah, well, that's what I thought you said but then he was like, I don't think that's what she said, and I was like HANG ON, let's back this baby up before we plummet to our doom? You know? Yeah the family is....excuse me.... fine! Look why don't I just go down there? People are starting to look!....*shuffle*

Why not update? It's only been about 3 months.

Sun, 16 Apr 2006 13:49:49 GMT

So I went to space camp recently, where 11 others and I pitched tents in space. If you're silly, you might ask whether we tied them to clouds or to stars, but naturally that's insanity. Clouds are millions of tiny droplets of water (on Earth - elsewhere, they're methane or maybe sulfuric acid) and stars are hot and far away. Instead we launched our spherical tents into geostationary orbit above Australia. The girls had a tent and so did the boys. They were connected by a hose type thing. You know the ones, you've seen the movies.

After we fell back down to Earth, I used the space radiation I had collected in space with my space radiation jars (sparjars) to mutate and sterilize and power things I needed mutated, sterilized and powered. Does anyone else notice it's two in the morning? Yeah. I know.

Yeah.

Dude.

Have you spotted it? WELL? Have you? that's right. We cannot have a geostationary orbit around australia! That's right, it's not on the equator. I knew you'd find me out. You are so clever. So very, very clever. What other crazy inconsistencies could lie within the depths of this entry? Who knows? and who knows what they are hiding! Contemplating these will be of much more interest than actually reading the entry. I suggest you do just so.

Oh. And bigups to Arie for the colour scheme. It's pretty and bright now, like her.

Thu, 25 Aug 2005 07:09:57 GMT

What's that on my neck? Something is poking and bothering there...Could it be...a GOTHLING? Eugh! Get it off me.
But actually, what a fascinating life i do lead. Everyone should hear about my feelings. They are so important. Of course they are. When I'm sad, it's basically the cause for bad weather. And when I'm happy, it's basically the only reason wars even stop. For a while. Right? because why else would I go galavanting around on the interweb being all selfimportant? no no, i'm kidding. i'm not that cool.
right, well. today I umm...cycled in the ocean and then my cycle got rusted and i had to stop. And then i asked the tin man for some oil and he just laughed creakily and ironically like. I felt bad for him, but worse for my bicycle, which was feeling down. I gave him to the tin man so they could be great friends while i went and found some rust remover. When I found it, it was expensive in the store, so i sold some gold watches I'd found on people's arms. Then everyone hurray. er. Satisfired?

Sun, 14 Aug 2005 10:16:45 GMT

YOU GOTTA HELP ME OUT! yeah..
yeah, you know, you gotta help me out.

oh, don't you put me on the backburner! uh-uh, missy.

are those even correct lyrics? probably not!

Sun, 10 Jul 2005 11:17:37 GMT

does the colouring of my journal make anyone else's head and eyes hurt?

good.

Sat, 09 Jul 2005 12:26:38 GMT

Updating...updating...updating. I've decided i should update either my website or my livejournal at least once in a while, and since this does not require annoying ftp thingies, well, i guess i'll give live journal another chance. To turn it around, so to speak. because as of yet it's not been very impressive! only kidding! don't shut me down, i beg of you! you are my secret and only creative outlet! they read your thoughts, you know. Run! children, find the sunlight!

In other news, today i went and looked at fabric for ages. and i bought a present for a birthday of a friend. shhhhh don't tell anyone. i'm serious, don't.

uh, sigh, how absolutely mundane. so many thrilling and heart tightening (do you ever feel like when you're very excited, someone is gripping at your lungs slash heart? i do. perhaps it's medical) things happening in this world of ours, and i'm not a part or cause of any of them.

Tata, dude masters! (anyone notice that i didn't say ANYTHING in this entry, yet again?...haha, fooled you into reading!)

Fri, 01 Jul 2005 10:07:39 GMT

everybody in da house say *COUGH*. Or, if you prefer, just cough. In fact, that's probably more cool anyway. So, if there are any gothlings out there who wanted me to update this silly old thing noone ever reads, well, they will be pleased.
My life up to now.
Pretty solid, the gas station job's been pretty good. My boss says that I can use the acid to clean the drive ways of oil starting next week, but I have to provide my own gloves and eyewear. He also thinks I can probably keep the extra acid if it's not all used up by Friday, because I told him all about my experiments.
On the scientific front, I've been discovering things that are definitely going to make me rich, but forgetting them when I wake up. To conquer this debilitating ailment, I've decided to invent a way to film my dreams while I'm sleeping. I discovered the technology to do this in another dream, but sadly I forgot it. Still, I guess I'll be able to unlock the secret soon enough if i get my hands on enough industrial strength mineral acid.
Personally, things are dandy. I've been invited to many a party, as you can trust. Sadly, all these parties are on the same night and they also happen to clash with that show on TV i really like, so I'm staying in that night, instead. The parties won't be good anyway, since i'm not there, so what's the use of going.

And that's about up to date. See you when a gothling bothers me again.

Mon, 18 Apr 2005 06:00:50 GMT

And all the roads that guide you there are winding, and all the lights that light the way are blinding. There are many things that I would like to say to you, but i don't know how. Cause maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves, and afterall, you're my wonderwall.

SOOOO....WORD!

Fri, 18 Feb 2005 10:51:01 GMT

And the coathanger said unto me, update and you shall be rewarded. I didn't believe her, that girl's always been a liar. Still, for lack of anything better to do, here is my livejournal at its finest:

Today was pretty ordinary. I was feeling kinda anxious, but i suppose the fall foliage does that to you, when you're a young, teenage girl full of angst and fears. I was happy a lot, and I was completely vibed about this and that. Also, my favourite band was somewhere, and it was good to know they existed. I could talk about something meaningful, but instead how about some bad grammar?

EVERYONE REPLY! ANYTHING LESS WOULD MAKE ME FEEL INCOMPLETE AS A PERSON!

...

On a serious note, everyone who reads this comment, just so i can see how many people read this. crap. This crap.

Sun, 26 Dec 2004 09:52:33 GMT

Wed, 22 Dec 2004 09:12:21 GMT

So perhaps you'd like to know how i got to work in the curtain burning factory. Well, it's all on account of an incident many years ago when my nation was still raging a war between curtains and blinds. In that fearful decade of the 80's nothing, especially not window furnishings, was certain. I was naturally on the side of the blinds, on account of an incident involving a curtain when i was but out of diapers, which left me with a cleft ear. That sort of thing happening at 33 years of age can trully damage a person, on a deep emotional level and also social wise. In fact, the cleft ear right near ruined my next social encounter with the duke of France, when one of his wise-ass comments about my asymmetrical head left him bleeding from the nostrils. So anyway, the factory held a job for me on account of my injury, which was treated as a war wound and pays for my viola tuition to this very day. And that's how I became a member of the local jazz band.

Tue, 21 Dec 2004 09:45:22 GMT

Suzanne! You're all that I wanted of a girl. You're all that i need in the world, Suzanne!

Ahh, Weezer. It makes my soul flutter. Or something.

And now a passage from the Catcher in the Rye:
"At the end of the first act we went out with all the other jerks for a cigarette. What a deal that was. You never saw so many phonies in all your life, everybody smoking their ears off and talking about the play so that everybody could hear and know how sharp they were."

Today, after slaving away at a menial occupation of shoving curtains into ovens (you could say i was slaving over a hot stove - full of curtains) I was visited by the ghost of Curtains. He was billowy and pastel coloured, and seemed to accentuate any atmosphere he was in. This is why he was the ghost king of Curtains. I bowed to his highness, being of a humble nature, and he gracefully nodded his cloth my way. We chatted for a while, mainly about my occupation and how it affected his race. Not very much apparently - curtains, said he, were not unlike rabbits. Soft and constantly replenishing, but also biting and cruel. I started at this. It had triggered a memory from long ago, which I was sure had been safely repressed. I had been 67 at the time, and the rabbit which everyone told me was in my imagination had finally come out and bitten me on the ear. On my way to hospital I was assisted by a lovely nurse, who later turned out to be my second cousin. The controversy of my family line was then revealed to the world, and shocked each and every nation into a union, solving all wars and creating world peace. And that's what happened today. Then i got some lunch.

Sun, 05 Dec 2004 08:47:35 GMT

Everybody run and get an LJ account (it's not hard) and join our community lets_conform so that we can all communicate further with less and less actual emotional or physical input, and eventually become drones of the machines we rely upon for comfort. Just kidding, it will be fun! Come on! Please?

Thu, 02 Dec 2004 01:27:43 GMT

Hello! *waves* I'm cool, I'm normal, said I, and set out to write a cool, NORMAL journal entry.
This will be a challenge.

So, today Arie and I are going to go the cinema and watch a film. This will be very exciting, I feel. Perhaps too exciting. I wish I had a candle. This one smells like jasmine. *smells*. I cannot light it, as it will burn my nose.

Ugh, that was way too informative. Let's waste some webspace! Hurrah!

So, one time, on a cold, windy day much like this one, the entire world exploded. It didn't happen on a hot day because the hotness of the inside of the explosive elements of the earth balances the hotness of the outside on hot days. Duh. Everyone who is anyone with half a brain knows that. ANYway. As you can probably guess, it was up to me to put the world back together again. I decided to use name brand Sellotape from 3M, the makers of the world's first Post-It and the adhesive brand for YOU, to do this. I started with the world, then moved on to the rest. And this is why the moon is flat. The moral of the storey is, update the cooling fans inside your world regularly. Buy 3M!

Hopperflies.

Fri, 26 Nov 2004 07:31:29 GMT

So, today I was fishing for hopperflies, and I managed to snag one with my hook-for-a-hand-o-matic. And i pride myself on this, because snagging something that weighs 400 kilogramms for each cubic centimetre of mass is really quite the challenge. Maybe not for YOU, batman, but noone really asked you, did they? No. Man I hate that guy, but also love him, much like the hopperfly i caught today. We have a love-hate relationship. And no, I did not let him go, he's sitting in my jar with the rest of the critters i caught. Like an evil kitten.

Fri, 12 Nov 2004 09:11:40 GMT

Hello again. Friends. Fellows. Countrymen. Girls too, i guess. How are you all? Enjoying life? I hope so. I really do. A funny thing happened to me yesterday, and i want to share it with you.

I was walking down my street, funnily enough having just rescued a worm off the sidewalk from the baking sun. Anyway, suddenly, i saw a kitten. Or rather, i saw a pie. It seemed to be meowling. I examined the pie and sure enough, it was fresh. Fresh kitten pie. This was odd on many levels, the top most being, who would leave a pie just lying there? I mean, pie is good eating, i am told. Perhaps it was dropped off the back of a bicycle. I guess i'll never know.

I picked up the pie, and removed the crust, and tin. In that order. A kitten fell through the tinless air. He seemed disillusioned. Perhaps because it was a she. I picked her up. She was small, helpless. Yet vicious and evil too. Now i saw what had made this kitten a candidate for pie filling. Oh, and the rest is not important. I think i've made my point.

Soy un perdedor!

Fri, 09 Jul 2004 09:03:18 GMT

Like clams at a bake
The rhymes we shall make
Will inspire the world to hold hands
And respire
Out loud and together
While we eating chicken like sweet sweet champagne
But alcohol’s not for us, we’ll get out some other way.

So, my hand is very, very cold. Cold up to the point of dead. And I have a beck song stuck in my head, so i'm feeling very cool, too. So much coldness, i might turn to ice, which won't do at all, now will it?
Noo! Ooh, I have 2 whole bottles of bundaberg diet ginger beer in front of me, which i carelessly forgot to put away, and they are not whole either. Because once you take a sip you can't go back, baby! You just can't! Yeah, the guy at the back knows what I'm talkin about. Cheers to all!

Why, hello, gentle stranger.

Mon, 05 Jul 2004 13:26:12 GMT

So, i'm sitting behind my computer drinking a glass of fine, pure milk. It is only a few minutes past one and then BANG, the horns do ring and I am abducted by the sieging aliens of Nod. Oh, no, wait, no...sorry, that was meant for someone else. I'm really bored, and will let my other persona take over while i go battle some alien scum. Invade my Earth, will ya?!
hello here i am, the other side of the brain is quite comfy. i like it here but sometimes its gets a bit cold and the heater makes the eek noise that scares the crabapples out of me...
Why, toodles to you, gentle stranger! Till later, eh? EH?!