Regurgitation

Today I vomited at work. It wasn't a pretty sight and I found chunks of food I had never thought I ate. I didn't look like my lunch, or last night's midnight snack. It was awkward.

Things I ate/drank yesterday:

- 1 x Deluxe Brekkie Roll

- 2 x Hash Brown

- 1 x Large Orange Juice

Things I ate/drank today so far:

- 1 x 10 McNuggets [S&S Sauce]

- 1 x Fillet O Fish Burger

- 1 x McChicken [steamed bun]

- 1 x Small Coke

- 1 x XL White Hot Chocolate

- 2 x Water

Business

Today was interesting. I got my SORII assignment back and got 25/50. That's a pass baby :D Also I had a maths test and I tried to cheat by writing all the answers on my hand at recess, and the period before the test [period 3] my hands were sweaty because I was scared of period 4 and I smudged 3/4 of the answers out. Also in chemistry I managed to fuck up my page because I wanted to get high by sniffing out my liquid paper, and i accidentally tipped it over without realising and there was spilled liquid paper on my page and my mechanical pencil, and then I was like going psycho and yeah.

I really need to poo :3

Bye for now :) x

Good morning america.

It's 4.38pm and have woken up half an hour ago. I had crunchy nut clusters for breakfast with milk that was due to expire. Rather interesting. I've decided to put of SOR until tomorrow, knowing fully that I most probably won't be able to get it done this holidays, nor look at Chemistry assignment which is just bleh. I woke up wondering if the bank will still be open at 5. Most probably not. [NTS. deposit $250 by friday] I also decided to turn my DS on and attempt to play pokemon again to catch the uncatchable legendaries because I have no master ball and every other single damn ball doesn't want to catch the bitch. So, I decided to turn on the laptop, in hope that my love will be online, to my dismay, wasn't. Sleeping perhaps. Not to mention that I got to sleep at 6am, getting carried away watching furry animals that were undoubtebly cute. And maybe a little Restaurant City. Facebook at 6am is quite dead. One post per hour, or 3/4 of an hour is considered 'busy' at that time. I will attempt to make at least $250 this week so I can get at least $900 for a new phone. It occured to me that I have 11 weeks of year 11. 11/11. Nice. I will pass all subjects but chemistry. That is what my mind says. But I will prove it wrong. Happy thoughts. Think happy thoughts. Looking at this post I can't believe I've rambled on about so much. I remember the days where I could just type and type and not know what I was typing, or the extent to that I was typing. But I was typing. By 2010 I plan to get my typing speed to 100WPM+ to which at one stage of my life I was at 97wPM, but I seemed to have gotten lazy and so has my fingers. So yeah, it makes sense. In my mind. In the ten seconds I have paused to look at this post, and stare at the many unnecessary characters, I smell chinese candle sticks, and it irritates my nose and it is giving me a headache. I don't really look forward to spring since hayfever will have its toll.

Another long, unnecessary post from a bored person. *sniffles*

fuck me I should have started english earlier. -.- anyway, my hyphen/underscore key has fallen off and I've put it back on, it's stayed and it doesn't press properly unless i bash it. =="

anyway, i plan on developing my thesis out of a quote from Erik Erikson. Quite a skillful mind he has.

The identity is "a subjective sense as well as an observable quality of personal sameness and continuity, paired with some belief in the sameness and continuity of some shared world image. As a quality of unself-conscious living, this can be gloriously obvious in a young person who has found himself as he has found his communality. In him we see emerge a unique unification of what is irreversibly given--that is, body type and temperament, giftedness and vulnerability, infantile models and acquired ideals--with the open choices provided in available roles, occupational possibilities, values offered, mentors met, friendships made, and first sexual encounters." (Erikson, 1970.)

yeah that, I don't know. Do you think i'm screwed? I do. SCREWEDejtoajteoarewqojrqwojrqrjakrlakerjoaijraoa

poo.popopopopopooopoopooopooopoopo0o0opop0opoopraerjlerjjqlknr5q3n4r3qrjaehrjfnarage.

raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaage

shoot me.

Balls of Steel

Good evening fellow citizens. I think the spelling of citizens is incorrect but it will have to do for now.

It has been quite a long time since I have blogged but upon request by Michael Potter I shall start blogging again.

It appears the blood looks fake (referring to pic at right)

...needs moar blood.

Somehow this picture reminds me of Twilight and I hate that shitty film. Sure it's hardcore and all but why the fuck do you sparkle in the light if you're a vampire. Yes, anyway it can stick a spade up its asshole, today I watched transformers!

(8) ROBOTS IN DISGUISE.

Apparently the above quote is real. The Autobots were in disguise along with the decepticons for about 1000+ years and yes, they were 'real' well.. in the movie anyway.

'ladiesman217' saved the day yet again and he told the hottest chick on the planet -cough megan fox- that he loves her. How reassuring. Although I was watching Sunrise and I think she went on about how soft his lips were in a random interview.

MOVING ON. Today is Mitchell's birthday! I am in love with a pedo. I worked out today that Mitchell is 344 days older than me. Thus making him a pedo.

Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to poopoomitchellsteenthatilovesomuch.. Happy birthday to you!

Um, what else. I left my phone at home today.. first time ever. fucking BITCHEZ.

sadface.

Lost and found.

I found my livejournal and wordpress accounts.

LOL.......

Alternatives.

Honest to God, I don't know where I'll be in a couple of years. I don't really know what I want to do after school, although I had my mind set on becoming a full time orchestra player. But that will take time, and lots and lots of effort. I want to be able to surpass my own parents. Dad really never went to college, he's illiterate and it's hilarious when he tells me off with fragmented english. But I got that fragmentation from him. I can't complete sentences without stopping at one syllable, and repeating it a couple of times, before processing enough to complete it. 

Stuttered, and slurred speech, is how I talk. I hate it when I put two words together and try to place it in the one sentence. 

It makes me look.. incapable?