*achu*

Aside from feeling like a house *achu* elf due to disproportionate amounts of work, sneezing every 5 seconds due to *achu* an unseaonal cold (note the achus that plague this blog that correspond to the achus i am suffering) and writing poetry for the red room company *achu*, I have news.
*achu*
1. I now go to a youth group. *achu* *achu*
2. Sydney had was is now known as "Red Dawn Wednesday" when nothing could be seen but dust from the centre of australia.
3. I no longer have any crushes.

Yes, that's right. I have completely fallen out of any sort of love/like with anyone; nerdfighter, narnian, fictional or local. It's the first time since fourth grade. I feel strangely peaceful. inner peace. hummmmmmm.

I woke up on WEdnesdya morning at 6am and saw that outside was a boiling blood red. I thought that there was a lunar eclipse similar to this:

My other friend thought there was a bushfire. My other friend thought that someone had graffitied their window with red spray paint. Someone else (half asleep) wondered why they were in hell. Many thought it was the end of the earth. My other friend thought that the Year 12s in her boarding house had pulled really REALLY good prank. THey were all wrong. what they were seeing was this:

and this:

and this:


yeah, youth group is fun. met some people, made some friends IRL - for once =D.

Will see you on the other side of the dusk darlings - ta ta!

x

nerdy stuffs.

IT HAS BEEN TOO LONG since my last ramble

one word:

homework.

In the meantime I have fallen out and in like. SUPERFLYINGTACKLEPOUNCE

And am now going to youth group. YAY!

and for those who HAVE SENT MY BLOG AS A LINK TO OTHERS VIA EMAIL - why? what's the point? no one reads it, no one WANTS to read it, and everyone just thinks i'm being stupid. thankyou.

I thought I should put this in simply to boost my ego.



ego boosted. thankyou very muchness.

ILY

EDIT: I dumped my imaginary boyfriend. *sad face*

conversation as follows;

me: This isn't working.

him: (all offended like) Why not?

me: well, you don't exist

nosey.

a week and a day seems like the lifetime of Miley Cyrus. not slutty and overly sickening, but short.

HELLO. I COME IN PIECES.

I have read up to page 106 of my life is average - POSSIBLY THE ONLY website that comes close to youtube.

page 106 is proof of that.

In other news, I made up an imaginary next-door-boyfriend yesterday. We went to TOYS'R'US to purchase Harry Potter supplies and then we built a fort =). yes, we built AN IMAGINARY FORT because I'm that cool.

that's about it. nothing to see here. bye.

I had found myself tattooed with a serial number as I have been submitted to fantasy hopstibull.

I have been having imaginary conversations with...people today. People such as Skandar Keynes.

Laugh you might, belittling interweb-type, but I bet you'd have delerious delusions after a 5-day-canoeing course in the aftermath of watching all the youtube videos for the week.

and you have a FREAKING SPIDER PUNCTURE-BITE ON YOUR ARM THE SIZE OF TAIWAN. when bitten by said spider, it was as painful as watching an episode of Hannah Montana.

Yes, that painful.

I was screaming and crying. It had swelled to the size of Shane Dawson's ego when Stingoes rushed in to be my knight in shining medical armour and stopped the pain like a television remote blipping out Camp Rock. THANK. FREAKING. GOODNESS.

Infected, it is. Itchy, my arm seems to be. Old, green and muppety is Yoda.

Ended, is blog of pain and misery.

2009

So, here we are, at the end of 2009.

After deciding fantasy is far better and more predictable than reality, I am left to comtemplate the following:

- Twilight is very, very bad.
- YouTube artists are always better.
- Computers are lame. Especially mine, which frequently mutinees, leaving me with my older, crappier, less reliable and crashing computer. This is why this post is seemingly written in September, when it is actually written on December 31, 2009. Because the time/date settings CANNOT BE CHANGED. Welcome to September 4, 1988.
- As a result, Bill Gates needs counselling.
- School is much worse than you ever remember it to be, and friends are more understanding than you think they'll be.
- Miracles happen. Mary Mackillop saved someone's life by accident and it was said to be a miracle, but science and God saved my uncle's life.
- Over beloved Prime Minister, Kevin Rudd is a twerp. He's even more twerpy in real life. And yes, I've seen him. The Prime Twerpister comes to my church sometimes, damnit.
- The cheaper the better, especially when it comes to hairdryers.
- Labradors eat far too much.

When asked what 2010 will bring, I will simply answer, "365 days."

camp review that maketh no sense

hello followers who may or may not exist.

camp was awesome. THE BEST EVERRRRRR!

and i do believe a boy

named

CONNOR

had

something....

to do with it. aimee. ahem.

and a few songs were made about spiders on jellybeans and capsicums.

and maybe even a few lolly-hangovers from hyperactivity that involved toppling whenever not supported where in there too.

canoeing for 5 days was good.

i may or may not have lost five kilograms.

(leaning towards the may not is on the right track)

learning about others was fun.

trying to avoid being eaten by crazed carnivorous boarders was

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we have a capsicum
OH!
we have a capsicum

DO YOU KNOW WHAT I SAW TODAY?

i saw zac efron in the nighttime nighttime OO OO! it was creepy like a spider on a jellybean jellybean OO OO!

kudos to steph, our leader. THANKS



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