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Like I mean a total milk fan girl.

I go to pasteurising rallies. I take part in extra curricular dairy related activities. I don’t believe in such lies as: "powdered milk” and I don’t want to hear about any of this “soy” Bullshit.

I am a full cream milk enthusiast drinking kinda gal.

You know why I like milk?

Because if you look out for your milk, Milk will look out for you. Calcium wise anyway. Milk won’t turn around and stab you in the liver and run off with your wallet. Milk won’t sexually abuse you as a child. Milk won’t be your best friend, best man at your wedding, smile with you and cry with you and then one night you come home early from work to find it doing your wife of four years in the wheelbarrow position on your new leather Layzboy. Milk won’t do that, Milk would have told you not to marry that slut in the first place.

Milk won’t hurt you.

Milk is good. Milk is wholesome. Milk is pure. Milk is the drink of LIFE. Just look at all the little baby animals. Go on! See that fluffy kitten batting around some yarn? That puppy scratching his ear.. Oh! He’s loosing his balance! Oh! How adorable!

Know why there so damn cute?? That’s right! It’s all the milk they drink bitches. Nature knows what’s good for it.

So please

Someone.

Anyone…

Please explain to me what happened to me last night. I feel positively raped of the goodness in me. I am now a brittle husk of the bright girl I once was…

…It was a normal sort or night. It was preceded by an even more normal day. It was the kind of night where I’d yet again promised myself to be in bed, slumbering ‘neth the blankets by midnight. And yet again I had failed to keep a promise to myself and it was now 2 am and I was still alert and upright at my desk. The only sound came from my continuous left clicking. Stumbling around the internets was parching work.

And so I decided, as I had done many time before in all my 20 summers, to go and fetch myself a cold beverage.
Of course, at 2am, you can hardly drink alone. First I needed sustenance to complement my drink.
I rooted about in the cupboards for some time. Unlike a racoon, which I imagine would have made much more noise and been far less picky.

‘Biscuits?’ Asked myself internally. ‘Nay.’ Crumby crummies were not what my taste was seeking. ' peanut butter? Oreo sticks? Water crackers?’ One by one these failed to please.

So finally I said ‘fuck it.’ And slid the last of the white chocolate cake onto a plate.

So delighted by the prospect of cake (it was practically nummy kind of cake, might I add!), this quickly became a meal I was quite anticipating. Of course, now that my secondary motive was complete, my main objective became clear.

Course there was little question now. For whatever could accompany late night cake better, then the king of beverages himself!

I’m taking about Milk of course!

I swiftly sought out a tall glass and set it on the bench top.

I approached the fridge as I would and old trusted friend. Open arms, with a small warm smile. It greeted my back, flicking on the gold internal light before I could open the door to further darkness. The cold blast wafted over me, and I felt as if I could have been standing in front of an automatic fan on a very low setting while someone held an ice try in front of the blades. Yes. That was the feeling.

I reached down without having to look. I knew my fridge as well as it knew me. The fridge and I were close. If you had given us both a questionnaire on each others favourite things just to measure how well we knew each other; we’d have past with flying colours.

My fingers tightened around the handle. Yes. This felt right. The weight was familiar, although the bottle was new. Unopened. Fresh. Untouched.

Some might ever say ‘virginal’. I wouldn’t though. I think that’s just creepy.

I set it down on the bench and shut the fridge with my foot. I’m just cool like that. I can open doors with my feet. I know it’s weird. But it comes in handy when my hands are full. And I’m not just talking handles. I can turn knobs too.

But enough about that.

I stood firm, feet parted, aligned with my shoulders, and parallel to the bench. I took the handle of the plastic in my left hand and griped the seal and cap with right. Turning until I heard the musical ‘snap snap snap’ of the seal. I relaxed my grip and spun the cap clock wise until it fell away in my hand…


…And WOE!

How betrayed I am! How the spite boils in my gut. How the rage itches between my bones. How wronged I feel! How distrusted! All the world is wronged!
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I used to brush before my shower and before that I used to brush afterwards, but I didn’t like standing damp and cold longer then necessary.

Also, the fan in my bathroom doesn’t work. And I don’t like having the window open in case one day I suddenly get the urge to sing and my neighbours will hear and judge me. The bastards. So it always very foggy in my bathroom and I guess the paint of my celling is going start bubbling due to the constant damp.

I don’t mind. I hate cream walls.


I like girl’s names that start with ‘I’. Imogene, Ingrid, Inga…

I dislike most boys’ names that start with ‘E’. Eustace, Eugene, Eddie…


I work in child care right? If Hollywood and popular culture has taught me much about childcare it’s that someone always gets peed in the mouth during a nappy change. It’s never happened to me. Or anyone I’ve meet. But I’m still anxious.


I know that: 20% of the time, there’s a guy who looks like Sasuke.


Last night I woke up quite thirsty. Nothing unusual there. I reached out for the water bottle on my bedside and put it too my mouth an went “Eughhhh!!” And pulled it away.
Heres a tip: moisturiser tastes FOUL.

Now I was still half asleep even as I recognised I’d put moisturizer in my mouth and wiped it of my tongue. What’s weirder is that in my ‘more asleep then not’ stage, some part of my brain recognised the grip my hand had on my moisturiser bottle and absently poured some into my hand like I would normally do. I then put that hand to my mouth because I guess my brain was still thinking: ‘Find Water’ and not really considering it’s methods in its search.

“Eugghhhh!!” I said again. And again had to wipe it off my tongue.

I had no idea my moisturiser tasted SO damn Bad! Really!

Now they say ‘Repetition is the mother of stupidity’. I have to agree when did it for the THIRD TIME and again responded with an appropriate “EUGGGHHH!!” followed by a loud: “WHAT THE F@#K?!”

Finally my brain gave up on my moisturiser magically turning into h20 by the power of will and determination, and I finally put it down and hunted down my water bottle.

Even that tasted foul because of all the sorboleeney aftertaste.

I wasn’t at the top of my game at the time.


Right now I’m waiting for the courier to come pick up my computer. The washing machine has 1 hour and 26 minutes left to go. The cat is staring at me form the doorway, trying to use mind control by the power of will to get me to refill his bowl. Again. I’m sniffing coz I have a blocked nose in the morning lately. I have a total of 2 windows open. 1 is this journal, and the other is my facebook Inbox, which I need to copy and past five’s and six’s from because they don’t work on my keyboard. This is the only time i use facebook; inbox purposes. God i hate facebook... But hey. are YOU Craig Sars Friend? No. Your not. God im special.


The first words I can see around me (not on the computer) are: ‘Data Code: 0307’ and ‘Gameboy Colour’ and ‘Cameo’


I got a total of 3 and a quarter hours of sleep last night. Not for any good reason mind you. Just because I cant keep a promise to myself and be in bed by 10.30.


It is universal truth that no one can argue this:
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So I still haven’t read Breaking Dawn.

I went out and bought it the day it came out and then I got home and I looked at it and it looked back at me and suddenly I was plagued with visions of what was to come and I just cant handle that shit right now people.

So now it sits on my bedside (maybe I’ll eat that by accident tonight and save myself from ever having to actually Read It.)

Don’t both trying to spoiler me, I already know what happens (I think we’ve all known since the around the 11th chapter of Twilight. I mean, the dramatic twists and turns were more like the plot kinda thought about tilting in one direction for a while, thinking really hard about it, and then made the decision and turned on the left hand blinker so as not to alert the traffic.) yeah. We’ve all seen this coming since day 1.

If you didn’t… well… simple things for simple minds. Lower standards equals more fun…


Anyone remember this shoe called ‘Minty’? Only aussies would I think. It was omne of those typical: ‘Zomg, a complete stranger looks just like me lets switch places!’ shows… anyone?


Goddamn I hate the Olympics.


And so anyway, ignoring all the unnecessary crap; my original point was this:

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…URG!

OK.

Lets go.

Go team!

A Challenge.

I may have promised this journal would be like 6 scroll bars worth… which at the time I meant a page. So, 6 pages…

A scroll bars worth would be damaging….

You know what! I don’t have to prove myself to you lot!! This page will be nothing other then what it is! Fly page of ranting! Flyyy….

For some reason I entitled this word doc:
Cats are Dicks.

I’ve no idea why. And I really would like to know what I had been thinking at the time to believe it was memorable enough that I would know what I had been thinking… I hate it when I think I will remember something nd the later on I see my own ‘hint’ or whatever and I go: ……What? What the fuck…

……..

…Subheadings are luff!!
Yes. Yes they are. No one needs a segue when you’ve got subheadings!

So Lets Get Started.
….I sit here and now theres PRESHA to come up with something to rant about….

…Under PRESHA…

So…. I’ve been meaning to play kingdom hearts again. It’s pretty much that or The Hobbit. The Hobbit was good wholesome fun an’ all…. Until I met the fucking evil dancing frogs that RUN at you and I freak out when things run at me. I like it even less when things run AFTER me like the fucking spiders. And then I got past those eventually- then I met the UNDEAD FUCKERS hiding in the forest that SEEK ME OUT. And once I kill one, another one comes an takes his place.

And I liked them far less then how much I didn’t not un-like the spiders.

You heard me.

So the hobbit has been sitting idle since that dark day and kingdom hearts is, again, half played.
………FUCKING DEMYX!!!

Then again, I am not sure I WANT to play it again because of those assy Berserkers….
I won’t lie to you. The first time the hammer dudes came after me I, literally: screamed, paused, and threw the controller away from me.

Don’t run at me!!! How many times must I say IT???!!

What’s the plot for the third one?? Isn’t it like that bitch, whatsername…. Kari! Isn’t it about her? I ain’t playing a game about no zipper princess. No item of clothing needs that many zippers bitch.
And you don’t deserve Sora’s devotion man.
….he is a little bit of a stalker isn’t he. I mean, when you think about it…

But by that logic so is Naruto.

…FUCK YOU** Kishimoto!! How is Naruto going to DEAL about Sasuke making a get away this time??
Stop doing that to him! Just give him is BFF and be done with all this Uchiha drama. Get down to the gritty and let’s go somewhere with Naruto’s character plot… When will he learn of Jiriya!!!??? D: D: D:

**…I’m sorry Kishimoto…. I didn’t mean it…*tears*

Know what I don’t appreciate?
This bitch seller on eBay. Who I bought the most AWSOME Tokidoki Bags off (which luckily I had not yet paid for) and they were just suddenly not a registered user!?! And I was all: ….‘dear *sellers name*, I recently noticed you are no longer a registered suer and that my purchase has been removed of eBay for undisclosed reasons. I am just noting to state “WTF!?”. Please get back to me on this matter.’

I did not get a reply. But a few months later they were a registered user again. And they no longer sell the bags.

Guess who now sends abusive messages though ghost accounts?

Yep.

Jesus.

Know what I do appreciate?
Jesus having my back.

My Lime Wire isn’t working atm.
I makes me sad. Everyday. All day. All the time.
Where will I get my illegal downloads now? Torrents are twats. I like ma lime wire …when it works D:

Pimpin Pastry
So DoodleBug and I made a cake.

And not just ANY cake my dear friends.

I was a full out, jazzed up, gun-ho, uber slick; PIMP CAKE! ~Holla!

The original idea was a Bling Cake. And we were gunna coat it with edible ball bearings. But then our minds started throwing out ‘IMP PIMP PIMP’ instead of ‘BLING BLING BLING’. I guess because the two go hand in hand. You can’t have one without the other. But regardless, form bling and shiney, we went to bling and a pimp cane. Maybe one day we shall share photos. (If I ever get them to you jess *Wince* don’t hurt me!)

It really didn’t taste as AWSOME as it looked. But nothing ever does. I mean, look at Ya Mum….

….BURN!

Bored?
Yes. So bored that I was going through old jo... ]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/17906160/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/17906160/ Fri, 18 Apr 2008 03:44:20 PDT Oh JOY! Guess what IM into now! *grumble*
I’m looking at you RohanHo! You and your impeccable taste! You whore!


Twilight Series Survey:

Which book in the series is your favourite?
Twilight

How long did it take you to read the books?
About a week for all three. I read the first on in 12 hours, and then dashed out to find the next two. Only once I finished new moon I panicked and didn’t want to finish eclipse so fast. So I tried to ignore it.
I failed.

Who introduced you to the books?
the internets. I heard the fandom going on about them, and I was like: whats the harm? LITTLE did I know….

Did you buy them, borrow them, or have them given to you as a gift?
buy. Because I aint cheap!

Are you most looking forward to: Breaking Dawn, Midnight Sun, or the movie?
Breaking dawn. I am worried about the movie O.O and I don’t know how to feel about Midnight sun yet. I’d rather have Meyers put the effort into a 5th book, rather then a recap. Yuk.

What's your dream ending to the series?
I am there.

Which book cover was your favourite?
Twilight.

Are these books among your favourite books of all?
Hoyes. I haven’t read something obsessively in a while. There hasn’t been much out there lately and it makes me sad…

Twilight or New Moon?
Twilight

New Moon or Eclipse?
Eclipse

Eclipse or Twilight?
Twilight.

Are you more excited about Breaking Dawn or Midnight Sun?
…didn’t we go through this?

Who do you want to see Bella with most: Edward or Jacob?
Edward. Because it makes sense! I don’t care how, logically, Bella was intended for Jacob -Edward is a freak and lives forever and he put our modern boy to shame. And it wouldn’t matter how justified the situation was, if Bella had ever, or ever does, end up with Jacob I will throw a fit. Because we would have been THOUGH ALL THAT for NOTHING!
In short, Bells for Edwards.


Who's the better villain: James or Victoria?
James. Victoria was….. pretty Meh. And extremist whore really. She never put herself in trouble, never pulled a clever scheme…She had no real character to me other then she was a murderous crazy ho who liked her mate. James was his own man -er- vampire.

Werewolves or Vampires?
Vampires.

How did you first find out about the movie?
Today. On the official website.

Are you excited?
no. I am anxious as to what they’ve done to it!! D:

What do you think of the casting so far?
The guy who plays Edward makes me laugh. He does suit Edward. It just the way his face is angled into the camera in every picture.
I am saddened he was Cedric throu. Anyone who had anything to do with those movies makes me sad… I hope Radcliff didn’t give him any advice!!

Are you going to go see it?
NO YA THINK??

Planning on going with anyone in particular?
Ya mum.

Do you think it will stay true to the book?
pfft. Does it ever stay true to the book?? Really?

Are you planning on buying the 4th book as soon as it's out?
Obviously.

Do you think Bella will be turned into a vampire finally?
Ya.

Do you think she and Edward will get married?
Ya.

Do you think Jacob might imprint in this book?
I don’t think he ever will imprint. I don’t want him to anyway. He either HAS imprinted (on Bella obviously) and lied or he never will. If he does I will cry because it is so ‘happy ending’. I liked that he is left out. It’s realistic and makes him a stronger character who fought and lost his love, then the guy who fought, lost, got over it pretty quickly all things considered, and then found his REAL long lost love. It makes what he feels for Bella seem weak and that everything he has gone through pointless.
If he ever finds anyone else, it wont be someone he imprints on. It’s just someone he likes very much. Eventually loves. And world rather be with, then without. Course, none of that would be in the book. I’m talking 15-20 years.

Who do you think Bella will end up with : Edward or Jacob?
…

Do you think it will be a happy, sad, or shocking ending?
Hopefully a shock. I’m tired of predicting where it was going.

Who do you think will be the villain(s) of the book this time?
The Volturi.

How would you feel about a possible vampire / werewolf cross?
Mad. Very Mad. Like; HULK MAD.

Will Charlie find out Edward is a vampire?
No. that would be stupid. …I’m looking at YOU fanfic writers!!!

Will the vampires and werewolves continue the truce they had in Eclipse?
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Some Alternative Titles considered for this entry were:
-The eBay Llama Debacle
-Enter Fatsy! -(if you can FIT!)
-Santa! You Dirty Old Fool!
-Because I haven’t mentioned Naruto in the entry; I feel obligated to say his name in the title.
-If Sheep Revolt…
-‘Overreaction’ Is The New ‘Christmas Spirit’
-Feel No Obligation Whatsoever To Love Thy Retarded Neighbour
-How To Know If Your An eBay Whore 101
-Warring! By now its Very Very Very Flamable!
-I shall call him Richard!
-I offer a lot of things in this entry
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Ok, who heard about censoring Santa??

No? well let me tell you!
Despite the fact that popular culture here in Australia isn’t half as uptight as America and the simple fact that the word ‘HO’ here really has two meanings before that of ‘lady of the night’ (and they are: gardening tool and 1/3 of Santa’s catch phrase.) The public has been “URGED” to replace Chris Cringles patented motto: ‘Ho Ho Ho’ with ‘Ha Ha Ha’

Wtf, Anyone?

Why? Because Oh WOE! Some stars-and-stripes twat was suddenly woken in a cold sweat in the middle of the night when the cold hard realisation hit him hard in the gut. That- gasp!- Children will grow up and make the connection! Between daddy’s new blonde secretary ‘friend’ that comes and stays for sleep overs when mummy’s at weekend business seminars… and Santa….???

Overreaction, Anyone?

Really Now!? Honestly! Today’s children aren’t so piss weak! They will DEAL! I know children now! They like fights! They like dirt! They like eating the sand outta the sand pit and will eat food they drop on the floor! CHILDREN ARE FILTHY WORLD! And they will grow up and be as retarded as us and laugh- actually LAUGH at the word ‘enis’ and ‘vulva’ in grade five! And they don’t give a damn!!

They have far better things to do with their time then to focus on how our faces contort with muse when we hear Santa cry: Ho Ho Ho. They will not make the connection unless we told them. And even then- by the time they grow up and become awear, today’s children will have a word FAR worse then HO. We aren’t protecting them from Shit!

Heated Rant, Anyone?

Do I really have to o round to every childcare centre I can (break into) and replace all the Christmas displays ‘A’s with ‘O’s??? I will never endorse an ‘A’ in place of ‘O’! We kicked the black sheep out of our nursery rhymes of fear of…? Of what!! Did you think that if the sheep were to ever take over the world that the black one would demand an apology for all the black oppression? -(well I suppose that is Australia’s and America’s thing.) it’s a fucking EXPRESSION! Black sheep! Not a fucking metaphor for years of black oppression! Geeze! Sometimes a nursery rhyme really IS just a fucking harmless non-metaphorically-racacialy-brainwashing nursery rhyme.

Fuck wussy overy sensitized logic! My Santa, who has always had a dirty fascist closed mind and a gutter mouth, cracks the bondage whip over 12 overworked underpaid jewish/African American and Aboriginal reindeer (some of which are single working mothers). He pulls away in the devils sled while practicing black magic (how else do you think he gets all over the world in one night?) and cries out: “WHORE! SLUT! BANDWAGON!”
-and I have grow up to be neither a ‘Whore’ NOR a ‘Bandwagon!’

…

Wasted Joke, Anyone?

Besides Santa will sound like a crack head if he says Ha Ha Ha!

Stupid American bible mothers! I blame you!!

And speaking about Obese Mammals- there was this massive ass koala hanging round my yard the otherday.

Oh Hell! Its Fatsy the Carnivorous Koala!

I’m pretty sure the only reason Fatsy is so close to human abode is because he has developed a taste for human flesh.
He’s pretty damn fat. He’s the fattest Koala I’ve ever seen. He cannot be getting all that from gum leaves.
But, If you have the patience to sitting a tree all day waiting for that curious pump onlooker to wander into attack perimeter- then sure, you probably do deserve to eat them. But I don’t like Fatsy the Carnivorous Koala living so close. It puts me on edge and I expect an attack at any time.

Drop Bear, Anyone?

He’s still out there too. We can hear him making that growl pissed off noise they do in the dark.

He’s almost as loud as the (FUCKHEAD) neighbours who make and equally annoying hissing noises at our fences.

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But now who’s laughing?! ME! That’s right! My absurdist lust for abusing companies! But now it’s paying OFF!

That’s right. Of ALL my produce ranting adventures, this was surly the most …conclusive.

Sure I had to tell a few chocolate lies about allergies and my being an orphan and having no money or the like. But hey! Don’t judge me! I’m the only one round here who got RESULTS!

I shall explain:

Following the Rant-taclar events concerning my debacle with the disillusioned M&M’s in the SKITTLES packets, many of you were less then encouraging, save some who to were victims, if not empathizing with my pain.

Now I did admit my first action would be legal- but as it turns out, I wasn’t a necessary step. Once I had found the number, and had a long and pleasant formal chat with the customer service rep on the other end of the line, MARS (the company who makes m&m’s and skittles) was More then willing to compensate me for my troubles and thanked me graciously for alerting them to the issue.\

That’s right! Thanked me! For my ranting! I’ve even got it in WRITING! And you ll thought I was crazy!

I’ll have you know, were I allergic to chocolate as I lied, it would be a very serious issue. Clearly all other patrons with chocolate allergies taking joy in a skittle or two who DID encounter and m&m are already dead!

Were I not immune and able to inform the high ministries of this error, the world of skittles may have gone long into the maddening decent of chocolate forever!!!

Yeah! So come on! Thank me for my time bitches!

Anyway, today I open the mail to find two wonderful gifts:

1- a detailed carefully written letter from MARS apologising for my anguish and thanking me. And enclosed a voucher for FIVE WHOLE DOLLARS! - or 500 cents if you like- to be redeemed at any participating stores. And yes- food land IS just ONE of the 10 stores of my choosing.

2- And a letter for Sharon- who btw is now a confirmed MRS (and I assume female-though no offence to all the bottom taker girly male Sharons out there) and its turns out Sharon is married too…. RONALD!!

Ronald and Sharon sitting in a tree,
Coz I got their M-A-I-L-I-N-G….s
First came bills, then came advertisements
Then came the Ronald’s mortgage payments.

Anyway, so I get their mail still, and yes I will always open it-until the day Ronald and Sharon turn up and Ronald turns out to be some big buff pimp dude threatening to ‘go upside my head’ if I don’t ad forward it.

Hey, why discriminate. I guess Sharon could possibly give me a run for my money in a fight. I am pretty piss weak. I just panic, flail and start kicking out a lot. That’s my first reaction to threat. Kick, run, retell the story.

So speaking about mail and the like; not to like upset any PETA patrons or Vegan Chicks, but a lot of dead animals had started ending up round her lately.

When it was just One huge as rat left on the doorstep- we thought it was my cat being a cat and saying: look what I brought you.

Not so long after a possum- sorry, the bottom HALF a possum, turns up on the lawn. Apparently cut in half rather then chewed.

And we’ve always had a level amount of bird deaths round here.

Is my house built on some ancient age old aboriginal burial ground? Did a disgruntled gardener- who had always harboured a deep dislike of this neighbourhood and was killed by a wasp sting or downed in a backyard pool haunt my block? Are my neighbours leaving dead mammals on my porch?
-I wouldn’t put it past them. Fucking psychos. I swear, since this summer promises to be a cancerous one, if ‘the roof needs fixing’ while we’re in the pool again: I am so calling the cops.

Ever eaten those pop rock things? I bot hate and love those. I love the crunchy sweetness, and I don’t mind when it crackles- In your mouth. But when you swallow and its like sitting on your tonsils going crackle-crackel-crackel I feel like sticking my finger down my throat to scrape them clean.

Naruto Rant:
AHHH! DON”T DIE JIRIYA!!! I feel like he’s gunna die, either that or he’ll loose this fight in the end but escape (narrowly). Damnit! Naruto seems to have disappeared from the manga atm. Where For Art Thou Naruto?

You know you’re a Naruto addict and proud of it when I asked my mother in a VERY excited mood: DO YOU KNOWE WHAT TODAY IS???

She answered immediately if bored: Naruto’s birthday.

I was shocked but so very pleased. I have infulance!!!


That mood ain lying. I *really* do have to pee.

]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/14835354/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/14835354/ Sat, 29 Sep 2007 01:59:50 PDT You disagree? I harpoon you in the face.

*pppaaaaTOOONG!*

What? That’s not the noise harpoons make when they meet flesh? Of course it is! haven’t yo ever watched FreeWilly 3?! Geeze.

In Recent Events:
Ever just hunted through like your underwear draw and found some of the most random shit you could that you haven’t seen in like years? I can’t even remember what I was looking for originally- like a glove or something. And under the depths of ting si don’t wear anymore-school socks form year 8- I found: 1x king of hearts playing card, 35 cents worth of small change, 1x an old eye liner and much foundation powder, a blank cd rom- I have yet to discover what terrible secrets it holds, several incriminating documents of the old schools days- forged notes and the like, and a bandaid- unused.

Ahh the memories…. I remember when all you’d need to amuse yourself was a card, a bandaid and an eye liner.

On minute you’d be a Viking, laying siege on a playing card. The next you’d be pirate sailing away on a bit of bandaid with an eyeliner.

Yesh….
I also found my year 12 or 11 school diary. Oh the quotes I wrote on it:
>“everyone is racist expect me. Coz I’m black.” -Ahh! How half true that is.
>“In a past life I was a stereo. With speakers, and volume and a turbo… Maybe I was a Sony!”
What a waste of my permanent texter. One of the best things i ever wrote was on the school brick walls. Vera, Jess, Dani and co and such- did I thing on one wall in the canteen where we wrote facts about individual bricks. Such as: This brick has more secrets then an episode of Lost. This brick is haunted. This brick is gay, but doesn’t know it yet. This brick knows….


In Recent Legal Battles:
Me and Nestle go head to head! The legal triad even gave the popular legal script writer Dick Wolf an idea based on the incident. See his upcoming show: CRU- Confectionary Relocation Unit at 75 past 12 on TBS weeknights.

Concerning Placement:
I recently just finished my placement and now am an official employ of ABC child car centres (all of a sudden there’s a mass withdrawn of applicants at these centres by panicked bible mothers) and education express- which is the same job, just different places.

Anyway, placement id two weeks of working unpaid in a particular centre and doing all the bum jobs- like the laundry and dishwashing- which I loved because it gives you a break to children.

Anyway, I’m sitting there, playing ‘hairdresser’ and child A is brushing my hair while I flip through a Barbie magazine requesting particular hair styles.
Child A mentioned she was going to put (pretend) gel through my hair via the empty bottle.
I asked her: Oh! What does the gel do?
This is what got in return:
“It makes your hair so it thinks it’s not fat.”

My reply was: “…………ardon?”

She elaborated for me.
“It get’s in your hair and makes it so its not fat.”

So she applied the said ‘disillusioning fat-less (pretend) gel’ and continued doing her thing and tangled a brush in my bangs, while I sat there wondering; ‘…What?...’

Its not surprising that four year olds are aware that ‘fat = bad’ in his day an age, but anyone think there is a point when even a four year old will know that:
‘fat = condition/opinion/fact-of-life/social-blemish’ and that just not just a physical state?

Anyway, I also read may books to small imposable minds. And in doing so I have discovered serval books that are sure to warp their growth into fuctional members of society.

One for examplen is called : Share Said the Rooster. Written by pammela Ann.

The story revolves around two simple men. One called Bill. The other called Ben. Both of who, go through five short incidents that are there to display the effects of the message.
It is a simple message: Sharing the apple and the ladder wont have you trapped up a tree left to starve or until you eat your counter partner.

Now , of course at the start you expect Bill and Ben to have some negativity to the idea of sharing. Yet as the book progresses through the five simple stores- typically- Bill and Ben would develop an understanding of the practically of sharing.

“ ‘Share!’ said the rooster, ‘share!’ said the hen.
“ ‘No!’ said Bill. ‘No!’ said Ben.”

Apparently this version is a little soft on the new generation and the finally situation ended with the two men having decided to cut a small boat in half to have a piece each- rather then be forced to share it between them at once, or to bother... ]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/14598343/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/14598343/ Wed, 12 Sep 2007 02:00:03 PDT
Tell me! How would YOU feel if such a horrible traumatising shocking thing happened to you!??

No I wasn’t raped! Worse! I was LIED TOO by SUGAR!

Here I was. Sitting at the computer not 3 minute ago going nom-nom-nom on a fun-size packet of Skittles. That right. I was TASTING THE RAINBOW. And I was ENJOYING this rainbow. It was a particularly fruitful rainbow and I was happy in my bubble of rainbow sugary ignorance. I was happy.

First! I have an orange one. Then two yellow ones. And then a red one. Then a green. Then an orange and an red and a purple one and so forth UNTIL I tipped the packed onto my palm and encountered the LAST SKITTLE.

It rolled onto my open palm like a child’s spit top. Coming to a final stop at the very centre of my hand. Almost offending bright sunny yellow. Glowing at the centre of my world, was this tiny, ineffectual artificial lemon.

Without much lamenting over the near death of my yellow lemon confectionary- I popped it into my mouth without another thought… Because. For WHO would fear such a pure thing as a skittle?

Little did I know…

As aforementioned, I tossed the little yellow into my mouth. My tongue at ready to receive, teeth parted in anticipation of crushing the solidified sugar into a chewable substance, lips coming together- sealing the seemingly innocent skittle to its fate like the doors or heaven closing t humanities begging as the apocalypse draws nigh.

It sat on my tongue for less then a moment. I rolled the muscle in a dance it has performed so many times before and would many times after. Manipulating the food item on auto pilot, I manoeuvred the skittle between two of my left molars. Upper teeth came crashing down, delivering sweet death of a brave little Skittle in a fashion not unlike that of the guillotine.

Oh, how wrong I was to assume!

Oh, how I regret my ignorance!

Oh! The insanity!

Surly, this is what hell must be like.

Not barely a moment passed. Saliva mixed immediately and carried the results, my senses withdrew a taste of the innards and the wires of my brain snapped to attention in order to comprehend exactly what in gods name was happening inside my mouth.

The confusion of my brain pulled my heart into my throat as if hooked on a string. My stomach plummeted into abysses. My muscles contracted. My toes- well, ok, nothing happened to my toes. But my lungs began to burn for the air my brain as screaming for in order to use the oxygen to power my great matter and produce a Conclusion!

I didn’t recognise this taste.

I had not been what I had expecting, what I had KNOWN I would experience when I crunched down on the candy. My body went into panic. It couldn’t understand. I had no means to.

On reflex, as a body will do in such a frighting situation, when it cannot understand a substance that has entered its body- I lifted up my hand spat out the unfamiliar barely broken confection.

And, by lord if I wasn’t into shock before this moment, I certainly was once my eyes took a gander and inserted their newly acquired conclusion into the equation.

It all made sense now. I understood. I knew the what, I knew the how, I knew the where. Heck! I even know the when!!

But, by god. I couldn’t, for the life of me, conclude a ‘why’!

In my hand. In my open palm I held the offender. The question mark of my existence. The very reason I stood on the earth was to answer this question.

Why?

But, and I still cannot; answer.

Why? Why in gods name? Why the HELL- why the FUCK-Was a FUCKING- M&M MASQUARADING AS A FUCKING SKITTLE!

A little white M is NOT a S!!

Fucking lying candy. PETENDING it was a Skittle!? Can you BELIVE THIS??

Trying to HANG OUT with the skittles!
That’s like me hanging out in the wog cafeteria!

HOLY HELL!
I was scared for my LIFE. I was TERRIFIDE!

Disillusioned chocolate is not artificial fruit sugar!! This is the laws of nature! It in the friggan bible:

“– John 3:16. And hence, the chocolate and chocolatries- shall enter the coated sugar packets, none. For confusion shall rein should gods law be broken. Unto this moment all coated candy be made aware! Hence is the hour in which such sin is purged. –”

How DARE that M&M RUIN my fruity experience!

I’m complaining. I am. It not right I tell you! If I’d wanted a cursed M&M I would have chosen the packed with ‘M&M’s’ Written on it. Fuck~!

I can live in a world where men can become women, and the women; men. I can live in a world where cheese can be stored and distributed from a can. I can live in a world where “t... ]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/14419451/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/14419451/ Fri, 31 Aug 2007 02:08:19 PDT
Wait… No. I lied.

There were no birds. Sorry. I thought the story needed something.
Actually now I’ve reminded myself of all violent encounters I’ve had with animals.
Let’s see: I’ve been…

-Bitten by a meerkat.
-A Duck got caught in my hair (I only wanted to kidnap one of its babies! Is that so bad?) and then it shat on me.
-A seagull has also shat on me (good luck? I think not).
-Kicked by a kangaroo (a Baby roo)
-Chased by an emu (its more like I ran screaming from it before it actually made move and my reaction freaked it the fuck out!)
-Stalked by a goat
-Cornered by a goose
-Clung too by crab (the fucker would not let GO!)
-and the occasional claw abuse from my cat…well I do annoy him with all my demands for hugs and the like.

I’m like Doctor Dolittle’s cousin: Podiatrist Pet Abuse. Vet Violence. Nurse… Neurotic…animal….chic…

So I went for job interview the other day. And for days I was a like: ha! It be so funny if I as given this particular question!
So I go in, I’m all nice and clean and done up and they give me this questionnaire. And LOW and BEHOLD! There it is.
Question number 6: Where do you see yourself in 5 years.

OH! The temptation! The urge- the LUST to rip of Mitch Hedburg and write: “Celebrating the 5th year anniversary of you asking me this question.”

OH but I didn’t. I wrote a happy-go-lucky HIREMEFORTHELOVEOFGODHIREME answer:
Celebrating the 5th year aniversy of being hired by…”blablabla
I was disappointed in myself. I so desired…

So you might have guessed: I’m bored. Well since that stupid Tagging thing I got thinkig: WHO starts tagging? If I just make up a bunch of questions and get like two ppl to do it, and so forth… I have started a tag ...ging?

Well why not try it?- I mean besides how much I HATE tagging. In fact that shall be our theme until I get bored of it.

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Here we go:

One a scale of 1 to 8,000,009,576, 57; how MUCH do you dislike being tagged?
-I’d say about 8,000,009,676,56.

How much do you hate soppy chain letters like:
“Dear whoever you are, I am a sickly child with only one leg and one third of my left arm. I am also bald. I am so sick that my cancer has AIDs AND HIV. So if you could find it in your heart to send this email on to 20 of your friends 3.4 cents will be donated by some magical resource that will tell us exactly hoe many times you forwarded this email. Thank you –lots of ailing child love- Timmy”.
-Not little Timmy!

So you hate being tagged huh?
-hellaYES!

Think this is stupid and pointless because it will go nowhere and the message will be lost in a hurricane of incoherent, misspelled, abbreviated words with removed vowels, unnecessary exclamations and overall, stupid answers?
- ‘4 Sre!!1@

Hate me yet?
-You know how I feel.

I tag my dad :VeraAda: and :RohanElf: to see if anything comes from this. And anyone who canbefucked: steal this and tag ppl. OH The IRONY!
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Know something stupid? You know when you get stupid questions in tag things and chain letters that ask stuff like: ‘something no body know about you’ and the like? I have confession I am always super tempted to put down, it I know I never will because you’ll all go: …o.O At me. It’s nothing perverted or disgusting just fucking weird. All I can say is it involved a practically odd form of a snack.
And now it looks like I want you all to demand wtf it is. But I don’t. Because you will all flee. I keep thinking about. Waiting for the day I confess…



Hey! So how about those things!

Wanna hear about me dream? Sure, why not!

So there I am punching this Zebu…

]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/14329539/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/14329539/ Sat, 25 Aug 2007 05:45:03 PDT Also because I was tagged. But mostly because you touch yourself.

You dirty freak.

1-
I know I’m sick when I stop speaking to myself at home. I know I’m better when I start replying to my own questions out loud.

2-
I want to watch ‘Evan Almighty’ -less for the fact that it will be funny and more to see a scene in which the English voice of Naruto plays the mail lady
Hell YEAH!

3-
When I do the washing, I never separate my colours form whites simply because one day, all my pink underwear and such came out purple. AWSOME result.

4-
I have never, and I swear never, Never ever ever ever ever ever ever- EVER! Tried Jalapeños.

5-
I am constantly aware of how much ear wax I have, and how much other ppl have. I am very persistent in cleaning my ears because I love knowing what is NOT in my ear anymore. And I WILL judge you on the amount of wax YOU have, even if you should you have barely a ounce of build up. You Filthy Filthy Whore!

6-
I enjoy going to the doctor and hairdresser and such simply because I like to go into places where I have an appointment.

7-
I enjoy ordering things or complaining over the phone because it gives me a chance to use my professional phone voice.

8-
I cried SO hard at the episode of Futurama when Fry's dog died. For like DAYS i was just Inconsoulable. It was... just...so... friggan... sad! Its my number 3 in Top 5 Big-ass-crys-i've-had Moments. Number 2 was when a Bat died in a book.
yes. i said Bat. Like a nocturnal mammle kinda bat. In a book. a fictiona book. A Fictional CHILDRENS book.
And I did it in public. In the middle of Italian class.

Over a bat.




OHH! And Now WATCH! WATCH as a DEFY the NORMS and END this Branch Tagging Chain right NOW simply because I HATE TAGGING OTHER PPL! OMG!

In the words of Dane Cook:
Fuck Shoes.

]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/14327751/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/14327751/ Sat, 25 Aug 2007 00:40:53 PDT
Anway, in less recent matters:
I don’t actually know why I’m writing a Da Journal about this… Is this actually all that’s going on in my life atm? …Meh. At least its more then what’s going on in YOURS coz your reading this!

Soooo…I have two dogs. Bonnie and Douglas.

So the Bonnie’s a whore. And Douglas is in troubles for doing her.

Geeze! I leave the house for a few hours and already the dogs are doing eachother, the pool breaks down (yes, it surley did) and Sasuke and Itachi meet up! (i wasnt expecting this for 80 more fillers!)

anywa, yes. Bonnie is tainted. Douglas got lucky.
Dad had to like actually …separate… them…

And I mean separate in the most awkward of senses.

...CREEPY!

Mum’s all distraught. She keeps hugging the dog to her and walking around the house like in TEARS sobbing: I CANT BELIVE THE DOG’S HAD SEX!

The more she said it, the less weirded out I was, and the more creeped out I became. Eventually I had to plug my ears because it was just sounding so wrong the more she said it and I was actually starting to feel so grossened out I didn’t want to touch the dogs OR mum or go outside where the act of depravity occured.

I am no prude. Its just CREEPY. Bonnie is our baby girl and Douglas is a furry twat and they are surpsoed to be bROTHER AND SISTER!
AHHHHHHH!!! 2:37 REMINDERS!
AHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!

Defiantly one of the top 5 Grossed out/Don’tFuckingTouchMeYOuFuckingFreakOrIWillPun tYouInTheBabyMakers!! -moments.
So far it goes like this:

1. Watching 2:37 –reviously explained.
2. DISPOSE (Very few ppl understand this. And the few unfortunate few that do are veryunfortunate indeed.)
3. Getting any needle. I hate those things.
4. The dogs having sex.
5. and this spots a toss up between The Placenta Man (stupid sex education) and my friend explaining the details of her pap smear.

These are not final. They could be changed at any given grossed out time

Other top 5’s include: Top 5 awesome-comments-I-should-have-said-when-I-had-the-chance, Top 5 times I’ve stacked it, top 5 stupidest things I’ve EVER done, Top 5 best arguments I won, Top 5 times NARUTO Times… The list goes on.
One day I’ll list then ALL just for my sake.

Anyway, Onto the pleasntries of life:
>>>>>>>Naruto Chapter 367 Spoilers!!!!<<<<<<<<<<<

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!
Naruto’s HERITAGE REVEALED!

Namikaze Minato + Uzimaki Kushina = UZIMAKI NARUTO

*faint*

*wake*

*see’s computer screen and Faints again*

So The forth is Narutos dad? Pfft, we all saw that coming. But I don’t get where everyone got his name was Arashi Kazama from then? Since Jiriya has confirmed that is was Namikaze Minato who became the forth. Who uped and said: I know! I’ll call the Yondime: Arashi?’
Did everyone just pick up on that and assume it was true or something? Where was it written the fourth’s name was Arashi?

His moms name is Uzimaki! Ha! I always thought that if Naruto got his family name form anywhere it would have been his mother’s side.
So Kushina come’s form the former whirlpool village and Naruto’s symbole is a swirl? Damn that’s cute. He carries signs of his mum’s former village (which I assume were also sign of hers) and he doesn’t know it. Can anyone say a collective: NAWWWW!!!!

DAMN! SOMEONE DRAW MINATO, KUSHINA ND NARUTO FANART! PLEASE! OR MY HEAD A‘SPLODE!

So heres a brain fart: Tsunade also describes Kushina as a redhead. Now everyone seems bent up on wanting to somehow connect Pein to naruto since they have similarities in their appearance -(No shit ppl! This is anime. Everyone looks alike expect LEE and thats because he has GOT to be originally from Canada or something)- but my suggestion is: perhaps it possible considering Kushina came from the whirlpool village and its not concreted that Pein is from the Rain village. He’s just there atm and wearing their headband. But he is also a redhead. And if there one this to go by in family appernaces- it’s the hair colour.
Im pretty sure if we saw some pink haired guy walking down the street in the background we’d be all: HA! Sakura's Dad! And there would be no questioning.

…erhaps i just want some drama to happen? But dammit! Someone has to tell Naruto! We must see his reaction! I dotn really care WHO jus... ]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/14184253/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/14184253/ Wed, 15 Aug 2007 17:32:01 PDT Is this some form of euphoric dream come reality? Yes… Yes I Believe it is…
I… I… I Believe It!

Hey world! Guess what?! Its ok guys!
America? You can stop being a bitch and relax! No- come on now. Leave Iraq alone with his antisocial self. If he wants to be a tard and horde all the petrol, you just ignore him and walk once in a while! He’ll get board in a while. Go play some contact sports outside. I think Australia and England were looking for you.
Hey! Oie! Terrorists! You can relax now!
Sars, you can stop killin and infectin now. Go tell Bird-Flu and Mad-Cow to take a break. Oh, and tell AIDS to get Cancer to stop hanging round those Cell Phone stores.
World hunger? Ok, it’s ok too show the orphans where you hid the food.
Emos, you can stop killing yourselv….

…Actually, never mind. I didn’t say anything. No seriously, Emos, it was nothing. Yeah, you go an finish yourselves off until there nothing left, just like the plan said. Yes, I’ll call you if there’s any change, bye now…

Hey everyone else! Guess what!!
JOY! EUPORIA! ORGASM! HAPPY! BLISS! EXTASY! HEAVEN! LEMMONLIME&BITTERS! HARMONY! DELIGHT! PARADISE!
ALL IS RIGHT WITH THE WORLD ONCE MORE!

!!!HE’S BACK BITCHS!!!
TOLD YA MY LOVE WOULD LAST!
Take THAT You Disapproving TV Station! No One Can Weaken My Love!

Godamn! If I could work out how to ‘enbiggen’ the font every beautiful true word would be in size 72 Underlined, Italic and BOLDed….ed!

But It’s true even if the font is unworthy and the words ar so small! No four month period can derail my LOVE! If anything, it got WORSE.
In fact, I promise you, IT GOT WORSE!

He… he came back… for me… I knew he would come Back!


At exactly 7:03 AM, on the 16th of August, 2007 a wonderful thing occurred.


Our lord and savour arose form the pile of cancelled shows!

<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
~NARUTO IS BACK FOR PUBLIC VEIWING!~
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Jesus Has Nothing on Arising from the Dead Like Naruto Does! Naruto does it with Ninja Style!

I guess channel Ten finally got to my letter - (because they would have gotten mountains of hate mail when they took Naruto off on that horrible horrible day) - and when they got to my letter they realised my argument was so completely TRUE and SANE and That I wasn’t LYING about my THREATS- and decided that they knew from that moment, that they couldn’t keep Naruto and I apart any more.

Now there is at least an explanation for such crappy programming on Ten lately! They’ve been distracted trying to work out how to compensate me for my loss and grievances!

Like please, Big Brother going still? Are there anymore seasons? Is there any twats in Australia who HASN’T BEEN ON? *coughJohnHowardcough* (not that anyone wnats to see THAT!)
If BB keeps going we’ll be at the stage where going in the BB house is like requirement of life. Like school. Placed somewhere usually just after uni and before intelligence kicks in. It'll be a requirement to get jobs. Audition tapes will dampen down to photo id. The prize pool will be gift bags- of pamphlets.
Unhelpful uninteresting pamphlets that I’m sure would have nothing to do with Naruto.

The next guy to parachute into the BBhouse better have a friggan rifle or, at the very least, prepared to break necks. Now THAT is good television!

“Alex, you’ve been evicted… FROM THE LIVING!” *BANG*

“This week’s task is: surviving. Every time a housemates says something stupid, you get shot in the head- …Gretel? Yeah, we need some more intruders. 8 of the originals are already gone.”

“When a housemates does something wrong, instead of fines this year, BB is taking fingers.”

Godamn. Why do I work in Tv again?
…Oh right! The restraining order!

There is only one person I would ever watch sitting in a house (who isn’t being slaughtered) living under the command of public txt rates and some fat guy with a mic.

And that would be Naruto.
…was that a predictable answer?

You get me Naruto in a house; I’m happy. I’ll watch. In fact, hey, what the heck, I’ll bring the snacks. I’d even go as far to say I’d watch him try out for Australian Idol…. And ‘So you think you can dance’…

But Naruto is awesome so he would win all three. Then he’d be my awesome love dancing and singing in a house

...
.......
Hey! I now have a doodle project to keep me busy during ass hat tafe today! Thankyou brain! Thankyou Lord Naruto!

God damn I hate reality TV.

Why can’t they play Naruto ALL the time?
Or run the ‘spider pig song’ scene fr... ]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/13837737/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/13837737/ Sun, 22 Jul 2007 20:12:30 PDT Hazzah! Today is Sasuke's birthday!
and what an ass he is. I hope he enjoys his day all injuried and the like form his fight with Deidara. There no question that Deidara is dead but we must find out about TOBI!

TOBI CAN”T DIE! Without him there is only half a series!

And what’s with the Leaders name eh? Pain? Pfft. I’d rather call him Peter.
Peter the Leader.

OHHH! I went to Avcon yesterdays. And it was orgasmic and every way and every direction and on about 8 new plains of fan lust! I gots so much Naruto Crap that I shall surely climb to a new level of obsessive awesomeness.


And for the LOVE OF GOD!

>>>>>>>>>>>>Won’t SOMEONE KILL HARRY!??<<<<<<<<<<<<<

It’s really isn’t that hard! God damn Voldamort! Pull your head out of your arse and get the JOB DONE!

If you haven’t finished the book, too bad. You belong to the 8% of the world population who hasn’t and you should be shunned and spoiler-ed for it. Even Osama has finished, and he’s in hiding. But he still made it to the bookstore at 9am. Didn’t he!

Really J K. HOUNESTLY, are you happy with you’re ending? Or was it the pressure of all the overly neurotic parents who obsessed if you so much at hinted at a bit of gore or sex? I am more then happy to deal with the no sex. Actually what little elicit hint made it into the book made me gag and dry retch- but COME ON!

“And all was well”!??

No it shouldn’t have been friggan well! It should have been: ‘Things were ok. But they could have been better since Harry was dead and everyone was still kinda morning him and all.

I wonder what happened to all those bets made over the ‘who kills Harry’? Are they null? Did the ppl get their monies back?

Stupid inappropriately named children of Harry. Spawn of Harry. Seed of the angsty idiot.

I sense angry fan art coming on….

]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/13506449/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/13506449/ Wed, 27 Jun 2007 01:41:34 PDT
I haven’t slept for 72 hours.

Not for any good reason mind. In fact, there no reason at all. I simply can’t. I’ve developed a sudden case of insomnia.
And it’s starting to piss me off.

Especially since I’m still on placement and I’ve missed two days which I have to make up.

I’m not tired at all. Which is what weirds me out most of all. The latest I’ve stayed up straight is like till 6pm the next day. But at least then I’m tired all day. And I’m not tired at all.

The last time I slept ended at 11 on Sunday morning. Come night I waited round like a good girl for sleep too hit me. Its went something like this:

…. Ok…. Maybe …NOW!......no? alright……Now……..noooooooooooo-OW!.....goddamn it…

Serveral hours later my (unnecessary ) alarm went off. So I decided to stay home knowing sleepy time would hit me like and hour into work.

I hung around at home waiting. And the sand man didn’t call.

So that night I was all set for a comatose experience.
And again I was denied entrance into dream land.

Those fuckers.

So the next day I got to the doctor. Because I need a medical certificate to prove I wasn’t faking anyway. She doesn’t know what to do with me since being sick could be causing insomnia or the insomnia could be making me sick or I could be a drug addict looking for fix.

So she gives me nothing and says come back if it continues.

So I go shopping on the way home, load up on nasal spray, tissues, Panadol and (in complete disregard of my doctors orders) some cheap over the counter sleeping pills.

I took everything as the packaging dictated. And fuck me, if I was still waiting at 6 am for the pills to hit me.

Nup.

Fuck. Ok, so I have learnt two things so far:
1, this is retarded.
2, I am very tired.
3, pills don’t work.
4, this sucks, because unlike all other times of sleep deprivation- there is no over-tired hysteria. Which is the ONLY thing to look forward too when your out on 8 hours of rest. The idiotic minutes of hysterical laughter simply because you saw a lamp out the corner of your eye.

Damn I miss that.

So here I am sitting in the dark waiting for something to happen.

At least I got like 30 dvd’s for ma birthday last week.

I got both chaser series, Pan’s Labyrinth, Naruto Uncut- 5 sets (drools) and I still have Some Death Note and Naruto on my computer I haven’t yet watched.

I suppose if your going to be an cranky ailing snotty nosed sleep deprived pissy insomniac; this is the way to do it.

…How long do I have before not sleeping kills me? Isn’t it like a week? Its eitehr going to be that, or all this pill popping that gets me.

If you all never hear form me again, its means i passed away due to these possible causes.

I want to be buried with my Naruto Dvds. jess can have my Chasers, Kat can have my Pan's Labyrinth, Vera can have all my Scrubs and its a free for all over eveythinge else i own.

]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/12962072/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/12962072/ Tue, 15 May 2007 06:36:21 PDT ...

Ok,ok,ok…
So this starts when I stole someone’s mail this afternoon right... What? You don’t get other peoples mail and open it because you can? Hm, well we do.
We get Sharon M's mail to be exact. And some other dudes- but he never got anything good so I don’t care about him- We’ve told the post office, but they don’t give a crap, and no nutters come to the door demanding his last years bills… so I’ve taken on the heavy burden of Sharon’s identity.

Isn’t that what Sharon would want? WWSD?

At least I will when Sharon gets invites that say FREE and GIFT and in bold.

Anyway, Sharon-being the cool unisex-ed named individual that they are- is on everyone’s VIP list.

It also coincided one day I should decided to open his mail thinking- ha! I’d be funny if it were money or something or something really personal.

Personal Invitations are funny enough.

It’s from some guys running free dinner, with gift and lecture on sleep. I had a look at their website and the into music made me laugh.

Them -> [link]

I think they sell beds I think…. Or drugs…. Or sleep inducing bed made of drugs.

Nevertheless…
I have full intention of going along with my ‘partner or personal guests’, eating my FREE dinner, reciving my FREE gift, and being annoying and young and carefree during the lecturing. Maybe put my feet up on some chairs. Ignore my napkin. Say “Chaaaaarrrrrmed” when introductions are made…That sort of thing.

I fully intend on taking Jess for her birthday to this thing.

It will probably be full of lots of old people as I suspect Sharon is over 60. (not for any real reason. Just cause.)

I think this is hilarious.

I have seen to many movies where this kind of thing doesn’t get you put in jail.

Is it me or am into petty crime? Not a couple of weeks ago I was in debt to the Library of the tidy sum $337

Yep! You heard me. $337.00

No, not $3.37
Not $33.07

$337.00

!THREEHUNDREDANDTHIRYSEVENDOLLERS!

For the fucking library.

For A BOOK and 7 Cds.
“Books and magazines!”

Are you impressed?
I was impressed. I was so proud. I was so shocked I started laughing. And then I couldn’t stop because if I stoped I might have thought: wait! That means I owe them money!

…haha. I still laugh. Like come on. Its was a LIBRARY!

(Also for securities sake, and that of me not being kicked out of the home:

If You’re my Mother/Father/Parental Guardian Reading this:…. That was all a lie and I never owed the library anywhere near that amount.

If you’re my sister: Don’t tell mum! Or I’ll… make up a filthy lie about you! You so know that I’m the favourite! Mum can’t live without me! So don’t think I won’t!)

…

!THREEHUNDREDANDTHIRYSEVENDOLLERS!

Anyway, that all worked out without so much as a cent paid or blow job given.
I still owe them like $87 or something though for all the trouble ad the millions of letters they sent me threatning to add anotehr 10 bucks for every item.

I ain’t paying it.

I mimed it to their security cameras.

*I’m* *Not* *Going* *2* *Pay*

If they hunt me down I’ll just have to assume a new life as Sharon M’s alter ego. Socialite extraordinar! Invited to all best the health seminars around!
…
..
.


So that was fun.

Ha! At tafe we have a class I have dubbed ‘computing for the retarded’
And one of our assignments was to make an Online Blog. Teeheehee! Most ppl just said: this an entry for Tafe. I however, adore any chance to make a fool of myself and mockery of my work.

~~This is ma Blog Bitch: [link] ~~
(For once that IS actually a real url. Who knew.)

Trust me. There’s a picture of a kitten you all want to see.
I am actually graded on this! I swear!


Wow. I sound like a real douche in this entry. I mean more so then …well… in life. And everything I do.

But who cares!
I’m the one with the invites. I’m the one escaping bills (for now). And its meeee with the most awesome online single entried blog you’ll ever find!
Mwhahahahaha!

The world of the adults is great!

I should be banned from becoming 19 this year. I clearly don’t have self control. Let alone the mentality.


Naruto Obsession Update:
P.S, since I have reached the most recent episode of Naruto I have moved onwards... ]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/12663684/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/12663684/ Fri, 20 Apr 2007 05:21:56 PDT
Not a Naruto fan? Then I don’t care about you and you should go to and island with the other Non-Naruto fans (the other 8 people of the world), get scabies and DIE!

If you are; so whachu been up too? Naruto stuff I bet!

Since we finally have broadband it no longer takes 3 and a half hours for half a 20 minutes episode to load on YouTube.

Figure though that as soon as I can see them without wastes $500 of internet, that every other episode form about 138 is mission or only available in Spanish. My options are find another Naruto fan and suck up or learn Spanish.
…

¡Naruto! estimado Naruto! ¡Cómo deseo que pueda hablar español! ¡Y entonces usted y yo sería juntos para siempre! ¡Mi Amor Eterno de Abime!


So that’s a little dodgy.

Anyway

This is the funniest thing I have ever seen… that’s Naruto related. I was crying, in pain, couldn’t breath and if I’d had a full bladder at the time I’m sure I would have wet myself

Would have. But did not.

Anyway: It’s some visionaries version of the first like 11 episode of Naruto:
Naruto: The Abridged Version

Even non naruto fans (but who cares about them) would find it funny, but wouldn’t understand the characters (because they SUCK)

The first 3:
[link]

[link]

[link]

(Dammit! Why do I keep mistaking logs for people!

Anywho, I’m off to watch more Naruto.
Obsessed much?
Cheerio’s
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Naruto Staff Messages of the week:

Fred is a terrible name for a hospital

Be wary of the wild duck with the long onion

]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/12451709/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/12451709/ Wed, 04 Apr 2007 01:52:29 PDT
What did I do when I got there, I played trains. Then I read about 60 million books. Then I watched a wiggles movie. Then I sang ABC and the Gallumph song.

I could get paid for this. If I don’t kill any children first.

It been pretty good. Before this I was pretty what? What are you saying to me? You want a banana? You want to cucaracha? You want a Mexicanna? – when children spoke to me. Now I’m all:

Child …mutter mumble something arouther…

Me: OmG! Really! Wow, like I totally get exactly what you are saying!

Supersonic Child Speak.

Of course I can only drool and giggle to myself and blank walls when anyone over the age of 3 opens their mouth. But still. My new, or rather my very very old, way of understanding will come in handy for one more day at least.

Anyway, I am in semi-charge in the pre-kindy room. They are sweet and fucking retarded. One or two I am in love with though. This boy, lets call him child M, anyway, we were in the sand pit and I made a point about how much bark was in there. More bark then sand really. So I said: look at all this bark! Its not a very sandy sand. It’s more like sandy bark.

Yes it is supposed to be lame.

But I did not expect him to look at me, made this face: O.o for a millisecond and then break into giggles. He was either humouring me because my joke was so lame even a two year old understood where the punch line was or he actually got it. Either way, I love him.

Then there’s child A who just holds on to your hand for as long as she can. Which I don’t mind. She’s my little sweetheart. She’s hasn’t done one thing to shit me off yet. The rest have at some point.

Especially Child L. I would like to kill at times and hug the next
She’s an attention whore but she does anything fro attention-(am I rubbing off on them?). She’ll draw on other children’s pictures, makes a huge fuss, and breaks things… But she’s also affectionate and outgoing. If I was sitting with her and she has to leave the room and by the times she’s come back I’ve moved- you can see her visibly looking around the room for and then make a beeline for me through like 60 other children so she can sit with me. If she sees me paying a lot of attention to one child for their picture she’ll poke you, pat you and then pull you up so she can show you hers.

While Child L is the delinquent of the pre-kindy room it pretty goddamn hard to get the point of: NO!~ WTF! YOU LITTLE SHIT!’ across without using those exact words.

Unfortunately telling them off isn’t as simple as a smack upside their little darling heads.

It has to pretty much follow this rule. You say: When You… I Feel…. Because…

For example: When you run about screaming, I feel the urge to kill, because you are so fucking annoying.

On reflection I think the original when a bit more like when you scream I feel sad, because it hurts my ears. But whatever, I like mine better.

I also let one kid suffocate to death right in front of me today. How bout that. I was trying to hear what the girl next to me was saying and suddenly I hear screaming and I look up to find like six care workers running over to another kid who suffocating a poor crying boy underneath a giant gymnastics mat.

Aren’t children fun! Maybe there are picking up things from me.

The suffocated kid was all right. I think. Like, those brain cells will grow back. Right?


Anyway, Fun stuff all round.

]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/12338536/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/12338536/ Mon, 26 Mar 2007 15:41:33 PDT >>
________________________________________ _________________
Dear Channel Ten


Oh the evil that emits from your web page! Lament and woe! I get a tiny little pain between the eyes whenever I walk to near past a tv on your channel. Simply put: You are bastards.

I understand the whole: “Oh but tit comes to us is 45 episodes at a time…” thing but frankly, that’s not a good enough excuse as to what you’ve done to me.

Look, we’re all busy people, some of us have maybe 25 minutes a day granted in which to sit our ass down and watch a little anime on the boob tube. So why don’t you just stop playing with my emotions! Stop toying with me!

Why are you so CRULE?

I got up today at 6:20. I had shower. I got dressed. I got ready for Tafe and allowed myself a smile when I turn on the Tv at 7:29.
Imagine my surprise, my shock, my horror, my angry….

ONLY TO FIND A CHEAP IMPOSERTER OF ANIMATION IS NARUTOS PLACE!

I may cry.

Please, look, I’m angry. I am very angry. I would go as far as to say I am Livid! The rage is the only thing keeping me going at this moment as I don’t have my caffeine until the half hour in which I am sitting on my ass, every weekday morning, loyal as heck and WATCHING NARUTO AT 7-friggan-30!!!

7:30 is NARUTO TIME!

WHY did you take it off??? It wasn’t even the end of the season!!!! I KNOW it wasn’t! Don’t you lie to me with your high powered business suits and evil malic glint of the eyes! Don’t do that to me!

I NEED my Nartuo. I LOOK FORWARD TOO IT. I rely, on YOU, to be the beared of this glory and to be prompt and present everyday!~!

I know at least 6 other grown people who feel the same as I do. One I know goes to work a half hour earlier so he can watch Naruto there and then got to work. These are the people you are hurting! Innocent good hard working decent unstable obsessive people!


Please….. I NEED my Naruto… Bring it back…. Please…. Seriously…. I need it… In fact I want to cry. I am not ashamed of this as the love between naruto and I was pure of heart and strong a steel. All you have done by removing it from my life is stick a wedge between us. Naruto and i will be reunited one day. Weather I have to cross oceans or kill ginat fire breathing lizards in order to accomplish my quest.
But surely such a story of heard ship has won over your cold, cold hearts?

Please, all I ask of you: please bring me back my Naruto.

Or I will be forced to drastic measures.


Yours in angst
Sally

]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/12225743/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/12225743/ Sat, 17 Mar 2007 22:22:14 PDT
I saw a really fucking weird movie last night. Nicolas cage (I seen a lot of him lately he must be following me.)
Its was called: the Wicker Man and its about this cop trying to undercover this modern day neo pagan cult town because they’ve been sacrificing people and all that jazz.

It was freaky and funny. Freaky because ppls eyes were sewn shut and this one girl apparently sits around all day covered in bees… Without her underwear… and funny because at one point Nicolas is being attacked and the camera swings up and away form the mob attacking him and you hear a big ‘Snap’ followed by a: AHHHH! Then another bigger ‘Snap’ followed by: OMG! MY LEGS!
I found this so hilarious because of the random obviousness I fell over laughing. ‘Nooo my legs!’

The ending it pretty helpless. You kind feel like you went through it for nothing but its still interesting. Sepcialy since at the end you go: omg! What utter bitchs.

…

Hehe….

‘Omg! My legs!’


It reminds me of:
“Ah! My ankle! …….Ah! My other ankle! ……..Ah! Both my ankles!”

]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/12175277/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/12175277/ Tue, 13 Mar 2007 22:46:15 PDT
If you are in defile- this is the entry for you.


Yeah, Its official.

I cant hide behind the awesome coolness of LOTR anymore. I cant keep up the guise of one who only hangs out with such ppl. I cant pretend I only dabble in such dark arts…

I am

a

full blown

Fan girl.

Worse yet,

I am an anime fan girl.


I am such a loser.

Oh woe betide me!

Anyway, you may ask why I have come to such a concision?
I will tell you a story. A story of darkness and seduction and a few too many shots of vodka.

One recent innocent day, I was ready to leave for the bus by a mere 15 minutes. So I, in a lapse of judgement:

(this is the part where the audience starts screaming: “OH HELL NO! Don’t do it girlfriend! I told you not too!”)

I turned ON the TV!

Fate is a cruel. And usually bored. So what should be scheduled for that VERY MOMENT when Lauren reached for the remote?

Yes. The very face of social retardation itself.
The mortal enemy of the literate apt. The seed of self-destruction and fan art.

……….Anime………...

O we’ve all be faced with such horrors. Most, are as harmless as mosquitos. They take a small does form you but leave eventually, and you don’t notice until the itching starts that its already over.
However, some, some are darker. And far more blood thirsty. Some are like leeches and will begin to drain form you without your knowing.

That day, on the day of darkness, I encountered the biggest mother fucker of a leech.

They call it:

Naruto


I didn’t notice until one morning I wake to my alarm. On a day off. At 7:30. to turn on the TV. To watch Naruto.
Because I wanted, nay, NEEDED to see who got a kunai in the face next.

Its awesome. Fight scenes? Angst? People screaming all the time? Fox demon’s in baby bellies? Yep, they got it all.

And as common knowledge goes, I have …Issues with letting go.

So now I cant stop.

The show is only on for what feels like 5 minutes a day on weekdays. That’s only 5 serves of the 24 hour needed dialis I have the need for now.

So how do I control this fix on weekends? I spent the post four-day weekend on the computer reading fanfiction after fanfiction. And trust me, they are all so very bad. Very very bad… but I cant stop. I have one open now! As I write this I am stoping at random intervals just to read on into the bad angst badness that is fanfictioN!!!!

Help me.

I had to get up today at 6. I was up until 3 am reading it last night. And rather the go to bed when get home??? I get one the computer! Because it is still more then 12 hours away from having the real thing on TV AGAIN!

S.O.S

You know how this descent into the land of sleaze, ass and 2D unrealistic but sexy characters?

Its began: with Pokemon.

I am sure of it.

Its is the eeliest I can remember being so omg! About a show. That ended thankfully and I never indulged in anything but a few merchandise and the show itself.

Then I meet evil dark hearted ppl. Who over the years introduced me to other evils, each more vile then the last. Manga. Fruits basket. Wolf’s Rain…

But this is the first time I dived in without looking where I was going. All other times I was pushed off the board, I swear!


Today all I did was draw comics of myself tackling the main characters and adoring them on page. In one I actually abandoned KYO in favour of NARUTO! WHATS WRONG!??


I need help! I NEED HELP!

Yours Truly,

Naruto Fan Girl

]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/12033876/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/12033876/ Fri, 02 Mar 2007 23:32:25 PST
Do not continue if you do not wish to feel the wrath of my angst. I don’t even have a reason to be angsty so it isn’t must a story. Trust me. its not at all entertaining. Its just me ranting and typing f.u.c.k consecutively.

I warned you so you cant judge me.

ANGST WARNING


You know what?
Fuck you.

Fuck you, and You and esspecily YOU!

Why? Because i am in a pissy angsty annoying immature mood. Fucking deal with it. Why am I in this mood? Because its been a while since I last had a few hours where I do nothing but vent on everything immobile. Mostly doors and killing everything I can with Mortien.

I have a headache. I am tired. I am stuck on a level of my game. Mum and my sister started watching further into ‘heroes’, which now leave dad and me behind- even though we turned it off when they went to fucking sleep last night when we were watching it. Fuck them. I have an assignment for Tafe (along with 2 other due in on monday that I have NO IDEA HOW TO DO) which is usually a group assignment, but because I didn’t go to that class on the Monday because I was fucking sick, I was only given the sheets and told ‘you have to do it by yourself’- and when I was trying to clarify What exactly I have to do, the teacher was all: “BY YOUR SELF!” and I was all: “ooook…” (I thinks he thought I was trying to get out of doing it altogether).
And everyone is all: 'Lets go out!' and i'm all: 'too busy with tafe' so they respond with: “Omg! Tafe is easy!”
No fucking shit you fuckers! Of course its fucking easy! Its the special version of uni for special fucking ppl who are FUCKED UP! But I still don’t see you getting OFF your ASS, fucking doing the assignment or even able to answer a fucking question so *FUCK OFF!*
And I cut my finger open! It hurts! So back the fuck off!
AND WHAT THE FUCK IS THE ANSWER TO THIS?????????????????????

“What organizations responsible for administration of OHS legislation?”

I DON’T KNOW, YOU FUCKER!! BUT WHY THE FUCK SHOULD I CARE! CHILDREN ARNT GOING TO ASK ME! If they do, i will drop kick them! Hows that for a soultion!? I DON’T FUCKING SEE WHY WE HAVE TO KNOW!

The Internet cant give me fucking straight answer! And there is nothing he gave us the fucking helps!


So excuse ME if I should meegt you n the street and scream: “FUCK YOU!”

No, I do not expect you to reply to this. No judging me. i am well awaer how angsty this page is. The only other word rivaling 'fuck' for top contenter in this entry is 'angst'.

- and just cause-
we are all VERY much awaer that i cant spell. and i eman we ar ALL VERY MUCH AWEAR! we, menaing everyone else, dont need you all pointing out my abhorrent mistakes or: Omg! You wrote 'Your' with and 'r' when it should be 'you're'.
Oh really?
is this better?
YOU'RE a FUCKER WHO CAN GO GET FUCKED!
that was right, right?

]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/11939928/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/11939928/ Fri, 23 Feb 2007 20:22:12 PST
Pan’s Labyrinth is Creepy. I loved the take on the fawn- but he was also a little suss.
The pale man was just wrong wrong wrong and awesome! It was Aweong! Or wronsome. His LEGS were the eeriest part. (that and how he keeps his eyes. man!) He looked like Gumby on a bad day.

And the premonition of Carmen’s ‘almost’ miscarriage? Brilliant. Took me a moment to go: OHHH! So it’s showing … ahhh…

The most traumatizing part was the guy who got his face bashed in with a bottle. The way he doesn’t react for the shock! He keeps blinking and you can hear him struggling to breath with his nose smashed inwards and a big bloody hole for a face.

Poor dude.

Poor Ophelia. But I’m glad she died. She got her afterlife.

But I have the question if perhaps she was just delirious and schizophrenic and imagined the whole ‘I’m a princess’ thing. The last scene where Vidal runs in and sees her talking to no one (she actually talking to the fawn but Vidal cant see him), and then where we see what she seeing whilst she’s still barley alive seem to suggest so to me. The way it choses to show her dying, then her vision of the king and queen, and then show her die… Makes me think it was an odd way to put it. If I were to think she really was a princess and she went to the afterlife id have thought it went: dieing, dies, vision. As the vision would only happen after she’s dead, not dying.

I love the roles Doug Jones gets. His costumes are always awesome. His costumes are always so extreme, that you’ve got to appreciate him.

Anyway, End Of Spoilerage.

We got the season (most of) Heroes so yesterday, and the finally of House 3, getting supernatural, a league of gentlemen and something else I cant remember…

I wonder how TV here even exits anymore when all people do it watch it in American time and copy it before we even have it. I have nothing on tv this year. Le sigh.

I suppose this means room for going to see Nicolas Cage movies with a flaming skulls. I like him. He plays angsty characters so well. And it was him who told Johnny to try acting. Who can not love the man who gave us Johnny Depp???

]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/11847279/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/11847279/ Fri, 16 Feb 2007 20:01:09 PST
I MUST SEE PAN'S LABYRINTH! Cant think of many ppl who would actully go to this kind of movie thou.

Been attending Tafe for a two weeks now. Ho very odd. Its feels like school, only I have no drama to look forward too but less time to spend in class. The canteen is the best place in the words because: THEY MAKE CHICKEN BURGERS!
*dances in a circle*
Its like Chicken burger day EVERY DAY! (i used to actaully HAVE a day we all called Chicken Burger Day- because we all got chicken burgers thatd ay. sensical, right?)
I feel special and loved and full of poultry. It is a nice feeling. Sex has nothing on eating a good chicken burger.
In case you cant tell; I really like chicken burgers.

I finished my first aid class a while ago and I really enjoyed it for some reason. I Took NOTES! Like 15 pages of solid writing! *delirious giddy laughter* Anyone who knew my at school will know: Lauren NEVER did work. NEVER did home work, and DID NOT take notes. –AND I still passed? Wow. The school system really is slack.

Could it be… that I.. Lauren am… Growing up??? Showing signs of maturity and an acute understanding of adulthood responsibility…

Nah. It was probably just a fluke.

I’m babysitting tonight and then going to Toni’s to drink excessively because I never seem to get drunk enough to BE drunk. But babysitting means I get to watch Cars about a hundred times. And much to contrary belief; That is VERY awesome. I love that movie. It’s ridiculously entertaining. The best part is that fact that the makers were so attentive that they made all Insect life in the movie a tiny Volkswagen BUGGY. I love that detail. Stupid facts are awesome.

Did you know?:

>It is illegal in some places in India, to tie up your pet giraffe to an lamppost between the hours of 9pm and 6am??

>The act of bestiality with a male animal is punishable by death is some place of the world that I cant remember the name of right now. But sexual acts between man and a female animal is alright…

>Space is hot, therefore; it’s where pineapples come from.

Am I lying? You don’t know…. You are torn. Questioning why a girl who is given free right to practice senior first aid on anyone in the world would lie about such things…

]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/11664935/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/11664935/ Fri, 02 Feb 2007 21:37:44 PST
Wow.

You now that stupid add for the new Microsoft Vista or whatever its fucking called?

Well, Wow.

Yesterday I saw 2:37

An Australian Flim about one day in the lives of serval particular students. A school day. It’s interrupted by vague black and white diary entry sort of scenes of the students. The opening scenes, excusing the odd landscape of leaves, is a girl hearing someone crying/in pain and freaks out, a teacher comes and gets someone to open the door. There’s also blood coming out under the door.

Now I know how typical this angsty flim sounds.
Do not make the mistake of judging it yet.

Now the only reason is aw this film was my sister brought it over saying our friend Theresa was friends with one of the main actress’s and she sais it was really good. I was also surprised to find out most of the actors came are Adelaideians.

so I was: eh, meh, fine. Stick it in and we’ll see how it goes.

LITTLE did I know.

In the first 20 minute I was trying to analyse the characters why this, who the fucks that? Your too thin you freak! why a close up of his crotch?…
All that. The following 45 minutes was spent going: Maybe it was this guy! Or perhaps it’ll be this dude!-
The remaining time was spent me screaming: OMG! EWW! NO!! FUCKING NO! DON’T DO THAT! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!!!- at the Tv, whilst almost in tears and hugging the arm of the couch, knees drawn up ready to kick anyone who approached me.

I seriously paused it just because I didn’t want too watch it anymore. I’ve only ever done that with the Blair Witch project.

This movie isn’t scary though. It’s just HORRIFYING.

The fact that its REALISIC is even freakier.

The last half hour stayed with my sister and me for hours after, and every now and then when we thought we were over it we’d remind each other.

Seriously. See this movie. If there is only one thing you ever see- the you’re sad. But it should still be this. You’ll at least be more damaged after watching this then you ever would be after a night of crack and watching The Ring- don’t try that. Doesn’t sound like fun.

This movie has the most graphic displays of these subjects I’ve ever seen in ANY other movie. Or ever WILL see.

I’ve never appreciated or thought any other movie was a great- and NOT liked it. Anything I ever thought was brillante, I liked. This however: Its challenging, disturbing, and pure utter brilliance. And I LOATHE it. I loathe it until it melts form the sheer Disturbance feel for it.

I will be pushing this movie until I get the therapy I need to repress the memory of it, but until that day:

See it. SEE IT. Buy it. Rent it. Borrow it. Steal it. Burn it. Download it. Do what ever you have too to get this movie in your possession.

It Will affect you in some way. Even if you just yell out: “Aw- Gross!”

Its just… wrong.

2:37
Flim by Murali K. Thaluri
Rated R

]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/11641060/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/11641060/ Wed, 31 Jan 2007 21:02:40 PST
My NEIGHBOURS are fucks!

My neighbours are fucking retarded.

Now i’m all for retards. As long as they can take a joke, not act like fuck heads and not live next door to me.

There’s a Mommy Retard, someone who yells assault at us. A Daddy Retard, who, even if he had a job, would only have enough capacity to be a ‘BIG ISSUE’ Seller. Two Pervert Retards, who sit on the roof with binoculars and who I’ve caught looking over the fence. And a Daughter Retard, who is the only one I’ve seen outside the house. Sparingly. And she didn’t look like she had the money or the mental abilities to TAKE ecstasy, let alone make it at home as a under wrap sell-form-home-drug rink (this was one way to explain why they done go to work. Then we remembered: they are retarded fucks. therefore: not smart enough.)

But this family is Weird I tells you. And this is my argument why.

1, We never see them leave the house. Not for work. Not for school. Not for appearing like they have friends or a social life. I’ve only ever seen them outside the house when they’re walking their poor dog. (No offence to the dog. But I’m sorry Hun. Its not your fault your owned by feral.)

2, They take things way too seriously.

Example, My whole family but me smokes. But only outside because I bitch like a mother when I have a reason too. I was on at them for years about the habit until they moved it outside. They’ve said (rather YELLED) their opinion about it before but this was a weird way to make a point.
They claim the smoke travels around the wall lattice, over the fence down the alleyway side of their house and into their windows… it must be magic smoke since the wind is pretty much always going in the opposite direction… anyway their always using toilet spray. You can hear when they use it because their toilets close to our fence and you hear a flush always followed by a heavy SHHHHHCCCHH of an aerosol can.

Anyway, mum, dad, Kirsty (sister dear) and I were outside and they were smoking and suddenly we hear “SHHHHHCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHH” and turn and a hands withdrawing for our side of the fence. The fuck head neighbours had held the can of toilet spray over the fence in attempt to make a point about the smell.

Now this set my sister off. She’s the kind of person who laughs so loudly in the cinema that people laugh AT her. This make she’s laugh harder because she knows it. So this made her laugh.
And I’m not if it because their attempt to make an insult amused us rather then offended, we hear “mommy retard” yell: OH FUCK OFF!

Kirsty laughed harder.

3, They make weird noises all the time. This is why we think their retarded. Like ACTUALLY retarded. A not I-want-attention-so-heres-a-stupid-sound-I-can-make kind of noises. Like the I-don’t-have-the-ability-to-control-myself-or-think-or-wipe-my-own-ass kind of noises. We think the two perverted boys are the ones making the noises.

4, One night I was home alone and I was being a nice little homemaker daughter and doing the dishes. I had the lights on and it was pretty dark outside so it would have been real easy to see inside. I was talking to myself so I would have looked pretty weird, but I look up and standing outside with his head over the fence IN THE RAIN. He sees me see him and ducks. Hmmm….
Not long after I was in the pool with my friend Deanne and who should happen to be fixing to roof at 6 pm? With Binoculars? Yep. Binoculars. Just quietly having a nice quiet moment on his roof with binoculars….
Its not like we live next to any airports or bird sanctuary’s… what’s there to look at…
-This has happened serval times.

4, (my favourite reason).
My mum saw our neighbours on the other side of us at the shop and asked her: What’s worth our neighbours?”
And the woman leans in and said, and I quote: “Oh! Their Weird!”
She then told my mother about how her gardener used to garden for the people who lived there before the Tards moved in. When the first people moved, the gardener left a card in the door just so they would know. A few weeks later he’s doing the house across the street and sees Daddy Retard outside. So like a normal nice person he goes up and introduces himself and explains. “Hi, I’m bla bla…ect. I used to o the garden for the people here before you- I left a card in your door…Just letting you know this and this…” he was pretty much trying to drum up some business.
Then the Dad leans in Nice and close and says (and i quote exactly what I was told):
“I Hate Everything Green!”

Really? Then that explains why your One dead tree was harbouring rats.

Do you need more???

So this is why we call out neighbours retards. (no offence to other retards, sorry to pack you all in the sam... ]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/11079238/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/11079238/ Sat, 16 Dec 2006 00:46:08 PST
So when they went out I went nuts and stared a little homeland sabotage.

I short-sheeted the beds, replaced the sugar with salt, filled a empty wine bottle with watered down juice and salt and soda water and replaced a full wine bottle in the fridge with that, emptied out their cigarette packets and filled them with used butts- and I was going to fuck around with their alarm clock, but I wasn’t sure if dad had work in the morning or not so I decided against fucking with the wages that pay for my means of living.

Mum discovered the salty sugar last night when she had a coffee, and asked who’d short-sheeted her bed this morning.

Aren’t I a little shit to live with?

After all that immaturity and hijinks, I was watching the lake house when my cat starts meowing insistently saying: Foooood! Open to door so I can eat fooooood!”
Now your all probably thinking: fair play to you cat! The cat wanted to eat, so what? The thing is that MY cat likes people to WATCH him eat and the laundry door has a habit of closing. When I open the door for him to eat and walk away the cat will eat a a little and then sit in the hallway and let the door close so he has to get someone to open it and watch him.

So after twenty meeeeooooow-‘s I got off my ass to open the door for him and there was a towel on the floor waiting to be washed, so I grabbed it to put it in the way of the door so It’d stay open. I lifted it and this dark thing crawled out from under it.
I immediately throw the towel away and stepped back and in that time I went: WTF- as I’d just recognised it for what it was.
It was a scorpion.
A little one. Dark and lightly spotted- but still- a fucking scorpion.

Now I’d never seen one in real life before so I was all: OMG! IT GOING TO KILL US!! WHY ISNT IT IN THE DESERT WHERE IT BELONGS??

I threw the cat in another room so he couldn’t eat it and be killed and ran to the kitchen. Finding the first glass I could I prodded the evil thing away form the wall so I could trap it under the glass. After succeeding I was all weirded out for a while and watching it thinking: wtf. And then went back to ma movie.

When mum got home she hammered it to death with a bottle of Spray’N’Wipe.

I was then told it wouldn’t have killed anything but it would have fucking hurt if I’d gotten anything. Also that they’re hunters and it was probably hunting and wanted somewhere cool.

Who knew.


I was also in the shower twenty minutes ago when it suddenly turned off.
Great.

]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/11022190/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/11022190/ Sun, 10 Dec 2006 20:34:00 PST
"Apology NOT Accepted."
-whiteninja



Whatchu all been do’in ma bitches?


Nah, just kidding. I don’t really care.


Daniel’s going away to Ireland for a month on Thursday *has a cry* It means he won’t be here for Xmas/RandomGiveGivingDay OR new years. The Bastard. I’d chain him down, but into not so much fun when he’s not into it too. Le sigh
Ahh well. I made him promise to bring me back something I can stick on my wall.

The wall is a very important piece of the Eco system in which I live.


You will find a Laurenassious Hobbitiscious (laman terms: Short Freak) In an environment near to water, a TV, Internet connection, and completely obscured sunlight. The Short Freak does not like sunlight as it has very sensitive skin to UV rays. The short Freak is also known to hoard obscure items and stick them onto the walls of the cavern in which it lives for no reason that is apparent to the scientists who have studied it for many years.
Its native food is usually of a sugary base. It has no basic sleep pattern, as it will sometimes go for some time on few hours each night and then sleep for a solid 13 hours if it feels like it.
It for undetermaoined reason, lacks the ability to defeat Demyx in the end of part 2 of Kingdom Hearts2.

Its true! Demyx LIVES!
The bastard.

Why wont he DIE!?

Anyway
Farwell

]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/10818921/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/10818921/ Thu, 23 Nov 2006 04:02:22 PST
I’ve played it so much recently when I’ve gone to bed I can hear the music form the game and once I kept waking up after short dreams about playing it.

Anyway, I’m right the end of part 2, I simply cant get past that twat with the “Magical Sitar” –the guy from Organization 13 who manipulates water. I know HOW to beat him I simply cant. And nobody is any use, you bastards.

One of my Turtles died. The tiny one. Turbo. I knew he was going to die the day we bought him, he was so much smaller and his shell didn’t look healthy and he just wouldn’t grow. The other, Trent, got… violent …and hungry at the same time I guess.

Not a good way to go.

And I checked on them less then an hour before when I walk in before tea and think: “Why is your ass missing Turbo?”

Note to all Turtle owners: The turtle’s ass is not detachable. Please note that your turtle is fully ass-equipped before leaving the room.

We buried him by the pool. I guess if I’m ever overcome by the grief I can throw myself into the nearest body of water with ease.
I feel worse about it now that I think about ti then when it happened. It’s sad, but it was a turtle. Now it’s a tiny dead turtle that I didn’t give enough love too.

So yeah…

A Three Flush Salute to Turbo. The best doggone Turtle named Turbo I ever had. He survived falls, being small, and being bought in malls- but he just wasn’t fast enough in the end. He’s swimming in the big aquarium in the sky now.

Love you my darling turtle. I’m sorry I didn’t clean out your tank before your final days.

Lots of Love

]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/10730625/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/10730625/ Wed, 15 Nov 2006 05:31:50 PST



Anyone else thinks the word BOAT is odd. Its just looks like its misspelt or something…?

No I’m not stoned. Just a thought.

]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/10707161/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/10707161/ Mon, 13 Nov 2006 00:25:29 PST
I have the new versions of the NBC soundtrack.

Some of them are good, some are great, some kind of shit me.

Its kind of sad because a couple of the bands doing the new versions are emo, which is just going to encourage the stereotype that Nightmare Before Christmas is and emo film and ITS NOT! It was made yonk’s ago. When I was even shorter and the emos were'nt born yet!!!! Just because it suits your colour coordination you shits! Just leave it the fuck alone emos! Go cry in a corner and listen to simple plane and your black ipods!

That was my rant today.

I got a voting thing in the mail today bitching about how I have to vote. Bah. I don’t understand politics so whenever I end up in a voting booth ‘m going to draw a donkey or something of equal or lesser value on the ballot.

I also got my Little Britain Live tickets. Weeeee!– “I wanna go to Helsinki”

Also am entering a Cirque Du Solei Competition to win a mask, they have the most beautiful costumes ever and I died when I couldn’t after a mask form Dragolin. God I love them. It’s the best theatre in the world.

]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/10621358/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/10621358/ Sun, 05 Nov 2006 05:22:55 PST
Here are some words I like: Fidelity. Latin. Magenta. Imogen. Apple. Whisker. Onomatopoeia. Droplet.


Now here is short exerts from my How-To-Guide essay about Procrastination:




Procrastination

procrastinate >verb delay or postpone action.
-DERIVATIVES procrastination >noun procrastinator >noun.
-ORIGIN Latin procrastinate 'defer till the morning'.


How To Procrastinate

1. Procrastination History for beginners

Procrastination is an age old performance art. It was even an spectator sport in ancient Egypt. Wonder why the pyramids took so long to build? The Egyptians were suburb procrastinators. To become a Procrastinator, one must first have something of importance to ignore. The larger of importance this is, the far more challenging Procrastinating will be for the individual. Educational importance things should be attempted to avoid by advanced procrastinators. Only those of high experience can handle such pressure/and or failure...

To Order the complet essay please send $15 to your local crcak addict. It will most likely be me...


So I’m good. Are you good? Good.

My parentals are being really weird. My mother (non Daniel mother) keeps staring at me and saying: “You look so much more grown up lately.”

This is either because I have developed rapid age wrinkles or me using the word ‘boyfriend’.

Rentals are weird.

Anyway, I love you all (I’m lying.)

]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/10545241/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/10545241/ Sun, 29 Oct 2006 06:38:13 PST
Wow. Its not as…. Well… it is… but.. its..
Crap I think the word is. Schooling did it’s job alright. I can read my A-B-C’s in 13 lingoes (12 of the are of my own creation), make complicated math equations disappear (the trash) and tell you what’s a noun and what’s not (I will occasionally be wrong). But ah well. I can deal with the world. I’m tough. I’m made of squishy human entrails- and they last forever! History has proved it.
Would I lie to you?

...Well yes. But only about my naturel hair colour. And my age. And my weight. My marital status… my habits… name… location…that I’m not a 48 year old pervert from Kuburkistan Huddled in my second-mortgaged straw Kabutz- But aside all that I wouldn’t ever tell YOU the untruth*.

Anyway, I’m looking towards the future.

All I want at the moment is:
-To pass year 12 at least. I don’t care what my marks ARE as long as I pass
-To be accepted into My TAFE Course
-To get two of the jobs I applied for. Ones just a stock filler which means I’d only have to put cans on shelves at 1am (I’d be up anyway) and get paid pretty well because the hours are unpopular. The other is a traineeship at an After-school care and vocational care. I’d be taking groups of kids to the movies and finger painting pretty much- Finally, Something that my brain is up too. I used to o to Vocation care and I enjoyed it. Its pretty much a big day care for Latchkey kids.

–I’ve got the credentials for both so it’s a matter of not writing “Making people dead, communicating with the dead, poker nights with the dead” as personal interests on my resume (which I initially did before my mother made me take it off)

I know that sounds like a big chunk of stuff to ask for, but they are SMALL. It’s like a kid asking for several mildly rare trading cars instead of that X-TREAM Mountain Bike 666000 (now with jet propulsion) for Christmas.

If those hopes can work out to greater or equal value; I’ll happy as larry.

however happy he is.

Ok, I’m going back to procrastinating about my Media now. Needs to be done for Wednesday.

Good luck to other slackers and people new to this world.

Lots of love-
Me

*This is a lie.

]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/10510126/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/10510126/ Wed, 25 Oct 2006 18:45:17 PDT
I hate you. How DARE you lack resistance! If you should DARE let this continue for another 24 hours I shall be forced to take drastic measures! Drastic measures with ZINC and Lemon and horrible taste! And neither of us wants that right?
Right!

So Shape UP! Do your part!

Yours sincerely Laurens Threatening and Violent Nature



I’m having trouble getting two assignments done. All I have to do is bullshit a yearlong project about henna (which should be just copying and pasting info since my teacher is a 70 year old senile potato with memory loss)- and a media assignment where i pretty much analyse 5 diffrent documentaries. Only I’m not quiet sure what he wants in it… Nor what I’m analysing…

These have to be done within 24 hours.

On top of this I have that little hurty bit Riiiiiight at the back of your throat. It’s like an alarm system going off as my immune system cashes and I suffer- a cold. Or flu. Either way it’ll piss me off.

Especially since I don’t want to give it to anyone else and that mean’s I’ll have to cancel my weekend plans and on Sunday I have… 3-D NBC!

Now having the Ebola viruse wouldn’t hold me back form that. I don’t care if the rest if the audience was a bunch of immune-less orphans with big eyes and only puppy’s to go home too- I’m GOING!

I just wont enjoy it as much if I have to do what I did in pirates 2 with about 60 box’s of tissues and 35 Codrail- on the drive home I was so dizzy.

I also cracked my skull on the wall last night and I black out for a good minute, I’m sure I did. Because i don’t remember getting up and I fell by my bed and blunk and then I’m standing- across the room… I hate the noise that you hear when you get hit in the head. It’s the huge crack and you think, “shit! Cracked open my head.” It’s not a good sound…

Lots of love and sickness’s for you.

Hugs and coughs all round.

]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/10395403/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/10395403/ Sat, 14 Oct 2006 21:43:39 PDT
Went to lilies birthday last night. That was awesome. My feet are in a state at the moment though. I have two blisters and the soles of my feet feel worn.
Why?
Because not only did I wear sexy sore shoes, jess and I had to walk home from town after spending the night walking AROUND town.

But it was still fun. Lillie’s was ok, her broth was making cocktails for us and tiffany and co got smashed. Tiffany doesn’t like me very much and she was all over me wouldn’t let go, crying: OMG Lauren! I love you! I love you SOOOO MUCH!

I found I dont like maragarita’s, screwdrivers, or strawberry royals. I am so piss weak.

Vera (dad), Daniel (mum), jess (relation?) were all there. All three of us twatty girls wore painful shoes. Why? We’re girls!

After the party Lillie let jess and me come along to town with her and the boys. Some were so nuts I couldn’t tell if they were drunk, nor when they became drunk. But they are all such slow walkers. I mean that Jess, Daniel (different Daniel) and I got to the end of Rundle Street and they got a meter. We had to keep stoping for them. Le sigh. Oh well.

In the end jess wasn’t allowed in a pub so we buggered off. We called a taxi twice and neither turned up, none would be hailed down and we kept getting asked: GETTING A TAXI? WHERE YOU GOING?
At some point you start thinking that your organs are in trouble of being harvested.
In the end we walked home. I ended up taking off my shoes and by the time we got to Jess’s my feet were BLACK.

Mum cam to pick me usp at 4 in the moarning so I am ever graftfull to her for that.
The end of my story.

]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/10331094/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/10331094/ Sun, 08 Oct 2006 22:55:26 PDT
We were robbing a bank.
We had guns, hostages, -everything.

We were with two other dudes- one called Christopher (you know any???) and some other dude in wheelchair. We robbed the bank, and then left in separate groups (so the fed would catch on apparently)

And I got to be second. We were all taking a part of the loot. Anyway when it was my turn to leave and instead of going to the get away car where you were waiting- I fucked off and hung around in a cinema. All- OMGOMGOMG! Trying to be smoooooth and non suss.

But I met back up with you later one and you all (you, Christopher(?) and the guy in a wheelchair) were all understandably pissed at me. And then I fed you some cock and bull story about how someone had been following me. But I didn’t spend any of the money- I think iw as just afraid.

Anyway we decided not to spend any of the money for a while until we all caught a plane to some place with a beach. Then you and I were hanging out when people started getting suss about who had robbed the bank. No one really suspected us until we were in the library and the library takes us said and says: I think you too should go. The police want you.

We make up a story on the way home about how we DID do it, but we did it for a good reason. Orphans.
We got caught going home- turns out they just wanted to question us. Then we went home- but thing is we knew the police were getting closer-

That’s when my dream ended.

So if I ever rob an bank with you Vera- remember I’ll be to scared to meet up- but I won’t spend any of the money and we need to come up with a better reason to rob a bank.

]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/10178209/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/10178209/ Mon, 25 Sep 2006 01:13:49 PDT
despite the 2000 word drama report which no matter how many drafts i've done: i'm told isnt what the moderator's want. (WHAT DO YOU WANT YOU PERFECTINIST PUNKS!??? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!???)- i still feel happy today.

here are some emotions that i like:



have a nice day everybody.

Lots of hugs ans kisses because hugs are awsome.

-meez.


And for the last time today: I did not overdose on prozac!



OHOH! I forgot! (Stupid STUPID! *kicks self*)

There is goting to be a 3-D showing of Nightmare Before Christmas for Halloween!
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEE!
The only thing better the Tim Burton’s Brainchild: NBC is NBC in 3-fucking-D!
I aim to see it at least twice. Its not on for long, and it’ll probably be about $60 or soemthing but WHO CARES! MERCHANDISE! JACK! SALLY! ILLUSIONS! I would cut off my left arma nd 2/3rd’s of my left leg for that!
(I hope no one holds me too that)

]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/10128107/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/10128107/ Wed, 20 Sep 2006 00:27:45 PDT
About three nights ago I had a really fucking weird dream. One of the weirdest I’ve had in along time.. I woke up al…whaaa…buh…who? Me? Nah… in other words; disoriented.

My dream pretty much went like this:
I think I was in town and I was getting on all these different kids of public transport to get somewhere. Finally I did get somewhere.
We were in this red stone place kind of thing.
And some sort of Aladdin characters are talking and I distinctly remember someone who had the role of a king or something. Anyway I (I THINK it was being me, but I might have been this other person and watching through heir eyes.)
Anyway I and this other person (a nanny kind of character) go down these wide steps, which lead to the sea. And then I see this shadow moving in the water. It’s a seal. But his seal is bigger and has spines along its back and a cute if retarded face. Its pops it head of the water looks at me, and the goes under again. I get out my video camera and got about two minutes of crappy footage of its back surfacing and then disappearing again. Then it starts swimming away back the way it came.
And its swims past this very clear shadowy outline that I saw before but was to preoccupied with the mutant seal to notice. Suddenly this thing starts moving and it raised a reddish tentacle out of the water- dips the end back in- catches and picks the mutant seal up by its tail and holds it aloft. This creature’s head is just a typical white skull that sprouted red tentacles out the back (?????)
Anyway the creature then goes on to eat the seal (which is not moving now?) whist staring at me, and then it goes nuts! Its starts going all kraken style and creeping its tentacles up the stairs trying to find something and just generally making you think: shiiiit. (The other person has disappeared) so I’m all: ‘oh. Perhaps I’ll leave.’
I go back to the red stone hall and tell the other ppl that there something coming. Then it was kind of fast forward because suddenly I know everyone’s been killed or run away. I didn’t see them do it I was just alone suddenly.
At this point I decide ‘hmm, perhaps I’ll run a way too’, so I’m fast heading down this outside staircase made of the same red stone and covered in ivy. Its sort of built into the side of a cliff in this cove thing... Anyway I get a fair distance before I find these guards stranding at a particularly ivy covered part of the wall. They part for me when I get closer revealing that they are HOLDING up these big square of ivy pretending to be a part of the wall… and behind them there’s a very Alice in wonderlands garden. Very bright green and square cut box hedges. I’m met by a prince of some kind (I don’t know how I knew he was one, just that I know dude. Go with it) He explains that this is a ‘secret place’ that the monster/creature/skullwithtentacles doesn’t know about. So I’m all cool with that. Dispute the fact I doubt three guys holding up fake plant is going to much of a defence if it come to that.
Again we fast forward because suddenly we’ve come to the conclusion that we’re gunna fight the thing so now we’re on the wall of the cliff pointing mounted military style guns down on this thing. It’s not going well. Its pretty much kicking our ass’s. So I’m cowering behind the wall near a gun with my hands over my ears trying to appear invisible to this thing. Then I feel a spray of water over me and I look up and a tentacle it sort of waiting over me pretty much saying: ahah founds you! You’re fucked!
Its picks me up (and I don’t struggle or anything) and then its sort of just holding me up in the air while all these tentacles go to town on this wall and I’m all ‘meh’- and then it ends

Yeeeeeahhhh… and if that weren’t enough crazy for one day-

I also had a dream after that when I woke up and when back to sleep.
I distinctly remember finding out the ‘truth of McDonalds’. And then they were after me all FBI conspiracy style because i knew and they were going to take me down.
I don’t remember WHAT the secret was, but I recall it had something to do with …ducklings.

Yeeeep…. Ducklings. The fluffy yellow thing you love so much… how my obsession powered mind came up with THAT connection to McDonalds… I do not know.

I am explaining these shitty dreams because they weired me out. Plus this will be a great help in the investigation to find my body when I go missing tomorrow and all that’s left is a trail of French Fries and duckling-burgers- I mean CHEESEburgers… ]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/10095856/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/10095856/ Sat, 16 Sep 2006 22:07:03 PDT Hokay. I’m the kind of person who likes feet and hands in the most non sexual way possible. ...actually hands are quite sexy. Anyway, I like the way they move and just generally when people draw them right. To me that’s a sign of a good artist.
So I’m pretty aware of my own feet and hands. So today when I look down and see a random bone bump I’ve never noticed before I make this face: o.O?! and investigated.

Its on both feet. This bone has just surfaced. Its WEIRD. Its natural looking, but weird because I never notice it before. In fact my feet have never looked less like my feet.

There is now a whole new shape to them all of sudden. Like shadows fall different now. Its like my feet lost a heap of weight and now I can see bone structure I couldn’t before, but that stupid and weird theory and unfair on my hips.

Just felt like that should be mentions. Now I am caught in some overly fascinated/weirded out by my own feet stage.

Well that was my random rant for today

My sister birthday today. Whooooo. Hopefully we’ll have one of those night when we just go nuts and find everything funny. And I tell jokes like: “He put a pen up his… arm.”

I know that makes no sense to you. Buts its like common tongue in my house. a big long story that will make no sense to you anyway. ]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/10046038/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/10046038/ Tue, 12 Sep 2006 01:49:21 PDT I don’t know what that’s about.
Had a normal day. Normal by my standards anyway. Mebe I just need a good cry or something. Haven’t had one in a while. Good cry’s are great. Salty and satisfying.
Cant find a nice depressed song on my Itunes thou. Damn my bouncy taste.
Lots of Love ]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/9936113/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/9936113/ Sat, 02 Sep 2006 00:26:38 PDT …Most Played.

Yes that right folks! Lauren got bored and played around with Itunes! She’ll do anything to avoid think about her drama assignment wont she?
It seems a lot of ppl who think they can sing are making singles and albums and stuff. And I’ve never found a Top 20 or whatever I like. So hers mine. It will be available only in certain parts of Thailand for the price of one bush back pig or 16 hens.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

1
Everything is Alright
Motion City
Commit This To Memory

Very Snorsome song. Its bouncy and kinda headbager-y at the same time. Good lyrics. It’s the kind song that drills into your brain, claws a borrow out for its mate and brood and then dies leaving all traces of it inside your head with no signs of clawing it way out. Of course no amount of heavy head banging will loosen it. But it will make for a good dance.
Motion City are my new obsession at the moment and like the song, shows no sign of clawing out of my little obsessive heart.


2
When Your around
Motion City
Matchbook Romance

Again, like I said they are in my heart. This ones my seconds favourite on the album. Its like the slightly less popular if enthusiastic younger brother; and should it receive less in my will then his older and successful sibling it simply because I always had the assumption he was gay.
Still a must hear though. The more you hear it the more you go: ooohhh…


3
Animals
Nickelback
All the right reasons

You wanna drive when you hear this, and not because he sings about driving… ok, so SOME of it s about driving but a lot of its metaphors for doing it in the back of his car. Because he can’t afford a hotel room I assume. Anyway it’s a very pedal to the metal Weeeeeeee song.


4
Everyone’s gone to war
Nerina Pallot
Euro Xclusive something-ar-other

Niiice. Hippy meets a bass player and a record deal. Catchy as. I remember thinking about this song and suddenly ti came on the radio. That’s happened twice before I decided it was sign. Makes sense with her lyrics not too: read into me! It pretty self explanatory in catchy self absorbed way.


5
Lunacy Fringe
The Used
In Love and death

I always liked this one best of all the used songs. It was like the steady friend who’s a boy and secretly crushing. The girl has a few short obsessive relationship’s here and there but this guys been around form the start. A bit of bouncy, a bit of emo and bake in a microwave catchy tune container.


6
Nowhere without you
Bob Evans
Suburban song book.

Hee hee. A smile song. Original. Light on the lyrics and heavy on the piano keys. Its probably got a huge deep ass meaning too it other then “I would be nowhere without you” but its too cute to read into.


7
Dragostea Din tei
O-zone
I dunno what album

Need I say more then : Mya hee, Mya hoo, Mya Haa, Mya haha!
There are a lot of clips for this song. Web cams catching Asians doing the ‘walk like an Egyptian’, a fat guy singing, but my personal favourite, all thou not a clip FOR the song it includes it. Its harry potter dub where Hedwige sings. Of course when you sing the numa numa song to many times, the numa numa monster comes. And he’s form Australia.
Hilllllllllaaaarroooous!
Oh yeah, the song is grood. Great and good.


8
The Only Difference Between Suicide And Martyrdom is Press Coverage
Panic at the disco
Dunno

Panic at the disco quickly became one of my particular loved bands. If I will fall out of love with them, so quickly is probable, but we shall see.
I like them because their bouncy, punky and whinny at the same time. Disco and Punk all in one. I like the techquno moments you don’t expect.


9
Disconect the Dots
Of Montreal
Satanic panic in the attic

Its one parts repetitive, two parts remix, one cup of techquino and two teaspoons of cute, with just a hint of whoooooo-ing. It’s a nice bus ride song. The opening build is catchy and not so much the lyrics, of which there are few.


10
Breathe
Anna Nalick
Top Hits

I actually heard this song on grey’s anatomy and I had to have it. Of course now I think of the scenes that played out when I hear it, but they fit so well. Very lyrically and full of a relaxed message. It nice easy listening for the over 30 or those who’s ear drums have already burst form the previous songs.


11
Eight Days a week
The beetles
Beatles for sale

Its about time we got to a classic.
Ver... ]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/9768369/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/9768369/ Fri, 18 Aug 2006 06:12:26 PDT
I feel like getting my ear pierced again, my tattoo done and my hair streaked violet. When I move out I can. Although I’ll have no money for food or rent… Oh well, at least I’ll be a decorative hobo. Makes a change form paper bags and paid.

Damn spontaneous need for improvement. ]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/9755670/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/9755670/ Thu, 17 Aug 2006 03:31:37 PDT

TAKE IT VERA! TAKE IT LIKE YOU WOULD A DOUBLE SIDED STRAP ON!


I win, I win, I win!


(If your not vera then you probbaly dont know what this is about. Haha! your out of the loop!) ]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/9689772/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/9689772/ Fri, 11 Aug 2006 11:14:42 PDT
I got bored. And i decided to write this to the MONSTER engry drink people because every time i pee i remind myself to do it but havnt got around to it till now. So here we are.


To whom it may concern

As a new beneficiary of your product, which I enjoyed weather or not it was the cause of the up in my usual uncontrollable hyperactively. As did several of my friends.

My only qualm is that the drink did not meet up to one of the standards it had lead me to have. The packaging of the cans consumed clearly claimed that the drink would turn my urine a ‘cool’ colour.

My pee remained the usual clear/vaguely yellow coloration at its place at the bottom of the bowl.

Now I’ve never been a huge devote to the yearly fashion changes, what’s ‘in’ and what’s ‘cool’. But in my opinion, and the collective opinion of several of my friends who tried your product agree: ‘toilet-bowl-clear-vague-yellow’ is probably not a very popular colour this season, nor would we consider labelling it as: cool.

Now of course your opinion my be completely different, and you may very well have recently decorated your en-suit bathroom with that very paint can labelled: ‘toilet-bowl-clear-vague-yellow’.

But for one will not be buying that sweater I saw in the catalogue called: ‘toilet-bowl-clear-vague-yellow v- neck sweater’

But still, even if it IS a ‘cool’ colour and I’m just not with the times: The packaging stated ‘will TURN your urine really cool colours’.

‘Toilet-bowl-clear-vague-yellow’ IS the usual colour for many people, but the phrasing ‘turn’ lead m to believe it would make a change to another shad or tone all together.

You may say my friends an I simply did not drink enough. Unfortunately that particular week was my yr 12 drama performance. So my friends and I drank about 4 each in that week from Monday to Thursday.

I could understand one or two people experiencing no change, but of 7 people who drank continuously, I find it hard to believe it was a matter of statistics or bodily function. I do not know if this has been an issue before but I would like to know. Perhaps everyone on your end was satisfied with the colouration of his or her pee. We however, saw no change in our leavings and were rather crestfallen about this.

We would like to know what your thoughts are on this particular matter and if there is something that can be done to rectify this.


Yours Sincerely
Sally Christmas

I always sign stuff with sally or albert or christmas latly. Once i wrote an rsvp to one of dads friends claiming lots of weird stuff anout drinking all their beer and finished with SSS (social suicide sally) Loti. dad was weired out when they started asking him about 'this sally girl' ]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/9655430/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/9655430/ Tue, 08 Aug 2006 21:01:29 PDT Probably overtired form drama. I’ve had dreams of it for about 6 solid days now.

We had our opening night yesterday, went great. Everyone went just a little bit extra.

Yesterday was also the day I told Mr carter he’s a dickhead.

Mr carter is the media teacher, and art co-ordinator. He’s also my art practical b teacher.

Heres how it was, we’d just gotten let out for lunch, and I was stressing out a bit because my front of house wasn’t ready. The computer keep freezing up on me, so I’ hadn’t gone out for recess or a break or anything. I’d gotten up at 5, the bus had decided not to turn up at 7, got to school at 7:45 and it was now around 1. The canteen had run out of hot food, so I was dealing with a packet of Doritos and an Monster energy drink. I couldn’t see vera-dani-and-co in the usually spot, and the next logical space to move onto for my group is the art room. I headed on over.
We didn’t have long for our break so I had about 10 minutes or so to see my friends and eat. I had just sat down in the art room (they were there) when Mr carter came in. He came to me and told em I wasn’t allowed to eat or drink in there. I said alright and put my chips and stuff away for the moment. He then went on too say that we had to go because we weren’t doing work.
No see heres the thing. Vera had work out, Luke had work out, Dani was helping Luke, Tania didn’t have work but she wasn’t eating either, nor was she running around screaming the names of past American presidents, so in my books, she was ok.
I just told him we’d go in a moment, because I had to go back to drama anyway.
He then decided to inform me of the new art room rules.

Now in the past years, the art room was abused affair bit. PPl would use it to socialize, eat, muck around and general use martials for no good reason. So they changed it this semester. If you weren’t an art, media or design student, or didn’t need the art facilities for something other then school related things- you weren’t really supposed to be in there. I was fine with that. It logical, it means ppl who actually need it will be in there and mostly doing work.

In the tone and half day’s I was absent due to drama, these rules have changed.

The art room was no longer only available to anyone not an ART students. STAGE 2 ART STUDENTS no less. This means out of a group of 6 ppl who generally use the art room for studies and actually art, 5 of those are NOT ALLOWED IN ANYMORE AT ANY POINT.
This means No Paints, because all the paints are in there, no canvass or paper to work on, no easels, no good brushes, no ink, no general art supplies.

That is fucking ridiculous.

I told Mr carter this (excluding the f word). He retorted that it was because of vandalism and ppl not doing the right thing. But Here were 5 ppl who WERE and (usually always have) doing the right thing being Kicked out. 2 are design students, 1 a media student and 1 IS doing art, but unfortunately due to no fault of her own, and the school not assigning her to the right class in time; she’s doing STAGE 1 Art instead of the STAGE 2 she should be.

That one is me. So I’m kinda pissed.

–again I told him, and pointed this out. He said it wants a personal attack. He then went on to say I shouldn’t be using anything but a 2bpencil anyway and that I don’t need the art room. <<< personal attack much???

Fuck that.

St this point though I was getting louder and a lot more verbal in my points (Not swear word verbal, but angry word verbal), so I threw up my hands and said: Look, I don’t want to talk about this right now. We’ll discuss it tomorrow.’ And sat down to eat.

He came up and tried to tell me again why the new rules were set up. I interrupted and said: I’ve been up since 5, I have a performance tonight, I haven’t slept, this is the first break I’ve had all day and I want to eat my food. So we’ll talk about this another time.” We’d all started getting up anyway and headed to the door.

He didn’t quite.

He decided to yell back: You’re either an Art student, or your not.

I answered: You’re either a dickhead, or your not.


So that was my rant for now. Sorry, didn’t intend to get ranty, I’m just pissed about it, because I’ve always used the art room for assignment and shit. For example at this moment I’m doing a big poster/motif painting thing for my drama front of house. How the fuck am I going to do that without the art room? I’ve already started and I cant use my tuff because I don’t have nearly enough paint at home for it. I’d asked Mrs Hansel (the nice art teacher) for permission, for the materials and she was FINE with it. WTF changed on Monday???

Its ridiculous. ]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/9539677/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/9539677/ Sun, 30 Jul 2006 03:42:26 PDT
Ehhhhggggggggggg! Its not my fault I tell yee!!

Damn my overwhelming need to latch on to things. Things I will never be any closer too, other then embracing the dvd cover. Le sigh. Damn fictitious worlds and plots and lovable (obsess-able-characters). DAMN ANIMATORS THAT KILL OFF EVERYONE I LOVE!!!

Hokay, lets go back to a simpler time. Where there was ponies and dolphins and finger-painting aplenty. I call this time: kindergarten. A time before I knew of such temptations like anime, tim burton, fanfiction, lotr and Eddie Izzard stand-up.
If I could go back in time I should probably tell my younger self to become omish the moment we hit Adelaide. That way I’ll save myself so much heartbreak and obsession and STRESS over the things I will never know of. All I’ll have to worry about is finding a nice hat, kneading the bread in the dawn, growing a thick beard, churning the butter, tipping the cows…

Dani showed me soothing evil. Something so dark, so malic, so spine-chillingly eerie that it went right back around to being fan-fucking-tatsic.

I call this horror/unnatural-beauty: wolf’s rain.

An anime of heavenly portions.

And with such lovable (obsessible) characters that you might very well faint dead away with a GLANCE in you are not correctly attired with a box of tissues and a person to yell at (simply because the animators might have trouble hearing you in Japan an all…)
Dammit.

I ma so obsessed with this at the moment I’ve started making up back stories and questions about the people who are doing the most RANDOM things. Like a waiter! Who questions what the waiter might be thinking??? Egghhh.

There are also characters that you can’t pick a definite opinion over. Like they might kill someone you hate, and you think: all right! Go you!” then they might just turn around and kill one of your FAVORITES!- even if he had a reason. And then go on to kill everyone else because he can, then he goes and does the right thing by someone else…- Confusing much. I hate realistic in-between-ers.

And the animators were so friggen lazy they ended the series by *spoiler* KILLING EVERYONE. NO! That is NOT allowed! Cant they see the rules!!!??? I dont WANNA belive it. I dont wanna! :disbelife:

I grieved. I really did. But so not mistake that as a sign I am ANYWHERE near over this. Ohhh no.

I hate you Dani. Damn you.
I hope you never get to paradise. *HISS* ]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/9519675/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/9519675/ Fri, 28 Jul 2006 06:55:03 PDT
So to take up space, here are the lyrics for Stephen Lynch’s song: 'Special Ed'.
A funny song if ever heard one:

When I was a boy of 10, I had a very best friend
Ed was kind, with good intent
But just a little different

Oh, special Ed
Mama dropped him on his head
Now he's not so bright instead
He's a little bit special
Just a little bit

We'd play tag, and he'd get hurt
I'd play soldier, he'd eat dirt
I liked math, and the spelling bee
Ed liked talking to a tree

Oh, special Ed
Mama dropped him on his head
Now she keeps him in the shed
Cause he's a little bit special
Just a little bit

I ran track, hung out in malls
Ed ran headfirst into walls
I had girls, and lots of clothes
Ed had names for all his toes

Oh, special Ed
Mama dropped him on his head
Now he thinks he's a piece of bread
Cause he's a little bit special
Just a little bit

One day talking to special Ed
He grabbed a brick and he swung at my head
And as he laughed at me that’s when I knew
That special Ed just made me special too
Now I laugh as I count bugs
I give strangers great big hugs
Next to me Ed is fine
Yeah he's a fucking Einstein

Oh, Special Ed (and me)
Now we're not right in the head (you see)
Now we're not so bright instead
We're a little bit special
Just a little bit special
That fucker Ed made me special
Just a little bit
Just a little bit ... special

<< Thats Ed.

Now come on, who doesn’t want to hear that song if they already haven’t? No lies now. ]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/9350695/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/9350695/ Wed, 12 Jul 2006 04:34:59 PDT
I’ve obviously thougth this through too much but this is one random conversation between kattykins (le victim) and myself. (le nutter).
Crap like this should be shared, like angst in a group therapy session.

Le nutter:
It’s all because of subtitles

Le Nutter:
I've noticed ppl have become far more reliant on them in DVD viewing and life in general.

Le Victim:
hahaha

Le Nutter:
I think we should all do the 3rd world countries a favor and invest in Subs-For-Subtitles

Le Nutter:
It’s a growing global way of life.

Le Nutter:
For a simple monthly fee of $29:99, surcharges not included, you rent a professional pre-loved war orphaned who follows you around and subtitles everything you say in an optional pre-set 32 languages.

Le Victim:
hahaha

Le Nutter:
This is a wonderful offer for all types! Mumbler’s, fanatics, raving madmen, crazy cat ladies, foreign devils, single mothers AND much much more

Le Nutter:
Weather your on the job, or having fun, if your having difficulty being understood this is the offer of a lifetime

Le Victim (who now plays the role of inquisitive buyer):
What about Pedophiles?

Le Nutter:
Oh course! Everyone has experienced a time when it’s hard to get their meaning across. This could mean even the most common man to the jailed pedophile, to the extremist malition.
*At this point we show a clip of osama-bin-larden who says:
Oh yes, Subs-for-subtitles changed my life. Before I heard about it, I was just one of many misunderstood extremist suicide bombers, but now I’m of the most wanted people in the world all because those white devils could finally understand what the fuck we were saying. Without subs-for-subtitles, I would not be here today"

Le Victim:
hAHAHAHAHA!!!

Le Victim:
classic

Le Nutter:
So call now, our operators are standing by to take your orders and queries.
Dial 1300 6555 06.
Act Now and you too could be singing praises about subs-for-subtitles in as little as 7-8 work days.*

*Product may not arrive whole. Product may not arrive. Product may need some assembly. Product may not exist. Said benefactors will not be held accountable if any of the above said factors arise. ]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/9288963/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/9288963/ Thu, 06 Jul 2006 06:03:34 PDT



*... still hearing them*

*yep, still running*


*fuck off alright! I'm coming form a long way off!*



*runns in*
GAH! Finally got the stupid computer to work. *pat* now i am back to Abuse, Amuse and Recycle (other ppls comedy that is.)

The End.






Wow. What an anti climax for you. After all that running i mean... like... how angry you must be. You must be as angry as i was at the end of the Harry Potter 3. You should do something... like write a letter...to someone... with threats or dismembered fingers or something...
...Just a suggestion. ]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/7688860/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/7688860/ Mon, 23 Jan 2006 19:14:17 PST
i spent ALL of my monyes so mum is now saying i need a job. Pfft. wages. who needs em when i've got this. *holds up machine gun* now where the nearest bank?

anywho: Kats 18th was one of the best i've been too. esspecialy since tehre was acahole and not so many drunks. Melbourn parties rock. the ppl are nice but keep mentioning : THE WATER. Adeliade water is NOT that bad. In fact i think i like it better then melbourn water.

kays tattooing has desenitised me of the noise (which previously weired me out) and now i want one even MORE! its just the placement. Eveywhere tehre something wrong with getting a tat there. Thre tat artist was nice enough to answer all my questions on camera... which i then left at kats house.

apprently i am legendary for leaving my stuff there when i stay. and i was SO proud of myself this time too! i was SURE i ahd everything! and then i just wanted to film so otehr stuff... and then got into teh car... thena plane... you get the gist.

i am REALLY SORRY mrs Young! i AM! ]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/7532826/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/7532826/ Sat, 07 Jan 2006 05:41:59 PST
Tomorrow at 13 hundred hours I jump a plane and leave this two-bit hell hole for bright un- predictable-weather Melbourne. Where I shall spend then next two weeks in utter bliss. BLISS! Surrounded by grass blades, oxygen and the occasional hostage.

Oh, and Kat too. *squeal* I gets the chance to drive more then the usual people nutty! Make noises! And expel air!!!

So So long! Farwell! Sianara! Avitize’! Goodnight! ]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/7446528/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/7446528/ Thu, 29 Dec 2005 08:02:47 PST
Ummm, let us see…20 thingums…

1. I am short. Very short. Its not natural but I don’t mind that much. It just means I’m a little closer to hobbits. I may very well be the missing link.

2. I…. Have long hair. Sure it was easier to take care of when it was shorter, but GOD! Its only now I can look back on my primary school photos and go: wtf?? I look like bree from desperate housewives!

3. I…. Like hobbits. A lot. *waves hand over a wall of caged hobbits. * Much better then humans. Its true why ppl say about big feet too. Big feet… big hands… Little resistance…

4. I’m a chicken typer. Which means I only use two fingers to type with. Gods. I should get with the times.

5. I have a scar on my shoulder that I have NO idea where it came form. I just woke up and it was there. I’ve come to the conclusion I fight crime in my sleep.

6. I LOATHE what the Harry Potter movies have done!!!!

7. I hate sprinkler systems. For reasons previously disclosed.

8. I love the Gorillaz. 2D and noodle are the very best. Right now I have the bass from ‘Feel Good’ in my head. Du duu du duuu duuu… du duu du duuu du duuuu…feel good!

9. I’m just that little tinesty itsy bitsy off handily OBSESSIVE. If I find something I like, I latch on with surprising strength, take it with two small but aggressive hands and shake it and throttle it and strangle all the life, information, love and merchandise I can out of it until it is simply a still lifeless commercialised corpse dangling from my hands. So RUN ELIJAH! RUN! I don’t want to hurt you… much

10. I should try not to hit people or kick when the urge takes me. Poor bruised people. But they deserved it at the time of abuse.

11. I like to purr and chirp and screech like a seagull. I like noise and don’t like quite. I wonder if I have the power to command all seagulls. I should got to the beach and try it. GO My Minions! Go To My Bidding! Yes that’s right! Eat the Chip! Swallow it WHOLE!* evil laugh*

12. I am one of the originals of the Tim Burton Movie Classics Cult. We take names of particular characters. I myself am known as Sally form NBC, and my co-founder alias is: Lydia from Beetlejuice. In the event of the opening of a movie that is in anyway related to TB we must cut whatever we are doing to see it several times over and obsess. During Willy wonka Lydia and I squealed during the credits. Involuntarily.

13. I am extremely sunburnt at the moment. Pools are wondrous things, all that slippy sloppy water and all, but the sun is one big cancerous mean bitch. *hiss’s at sky and covers self with cape vampire style * Especially to us pale people. My shoulder hurt. *cries * and it STINGS!

14. At the moment I’m wondering what it would be like to own my own bat and I can hear the theam song of: saved by the bell coming from the next room. I should turn that tv off.

15. In the recent Holidays, I have been weaned off my French Vanilla Addiction cold turkey. I still love it but not being able to have it 2-3 times a day 5 days a week really does help with the cravings. And my DD meetings are going well. (Dairy Deprived) But I’m sure once school starts I’ll start bouncing again and laps.

16. I’ve decided that acrylic paints are a bitch. They dry too quick, wont spread, and you have to use so much that I’ve already started to run out of most of the blue. Damn sky… Up with watercolours says I! But you cant use them on canvas.

17. I have many names. My sister calls me Albert (Albert for the magical pudding (i sanga songf orm it once for her and she hasnt forgettn) sally (for the cult) Christmas (toni once tunred to me and said: You remind me of christamas. Now she had her reasons at the time to say such a thing, but it made me laugh so hard for so long i dont want to give it up), then you have the usuale: hobbit, midget, hey-get-away-form-me-or-i'm-calling-the-police...ect

18. um.....hmmmm......today i boughta replacement cat bell coz i lost my fisrt one. But this ones kinda to gaudy... i miss my blue bell.

19. i wish my hair was blue.

20. i wish my ipod worked... also that ii had teh gorillaz self titled albem in my hand right now.

and once more: TONI is IT! (well tagged anyway) ]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/7223360/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/7223360/ Sun, 04 Dec 2005 18:58:11 PST
i spent 3 whole fucking days ona portrait of a westie (thats a dog for all ya slack jawws yokals) for my mums birthday and FINALLY! IT WAS DONE! FINSIHED! FINEITO! THE END! and what do i? a dyslexic midget with perfectionist obsessive complusive disorder do???

why teh retarded thing of placing it ever so lovingly upon a deck chair so it may dry the finishing touching i had made.

i place the chair in teh sun. the CENTER of the lawn.

i walk away

10 seconds later, i go past the window, and oddly enoygh, i can hear a sort of hissing sound. i WONDER what it could be?

Yes, thats right. as soon as i caught sight of the sprinkelr, the water being propeled at the chair, my art book, my painting and my dreams... i screamed. i ran. i dragged. i cried.

And i CRIED and SCREAMED and SWORE for a good 3 and and a half hours. 'why'? 3 1/2 houirs you ask? because That is how lomng it was before anyone came home so i could scream at soemthing in particualr.

and it wanst JUST muy portrate thatw as desicrated in a slauighter of water and dreams, it was my art book and evrey other picture, sketch, comic, grafic, doodle, word, portraite, memory, painting AND design that had resided with in its pages.

its now soggy...damp...slightly green(the paint ran)...pages.

WHO THE FUCK HAS THE SPRINKLERS ON AT 4 SOMETHING???!!! BASTARDS!

I must find out who invented sprinkler timers so i mauy desicrate their memory.

Fate.
I just want you to know.
I hate you. ]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/6771526/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/6771526/ Sat, 15 Oct 2005 02:06:32 PDT
If you have never seen White Ninja, you are deprived and should just change into burlap sake now and mail yourself to Iraq or some lesser-known 3rd world country so you can be with your own kind. WE DON’T WANT YOU HERE! But for those of you who find being covered in horse-fly bites and practically living in your own waste doesn’t do anything for ya, here ya go:

[link]

He is Hiiiilarrrious! Abso-fricken-lutly HILRAIOUS! White Ninja has been added to my list of things to cage and keep. Along with the few remaining hobbits, Tim Burton, And Jack Louis’s spine.

Farwellness. ]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/6724646/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/6724646/ Sun, 09 Oct 2005 20:22:37 PDT
I also need a working scanner.
In Fact i need a lot of things. I don't even have a computer. i'm sitting here with a folded piece of bark on my lap typing on leaves. and i'f i run these two sticks together fast enough, i can get my rock-modem going...

Ahhh, the siomple life. (the one it was before paris hilton honed in on it)

anyway, i must be off. the ducks are waiting outside to be fed. I dont own them. they just coem to my pool, swim around then coem to me when i call now coz i've been feeding them. Ones called Delila, the others Maria. Maria is the shy one and Delila eats her bread. I have to speacially aim for her head so she'll get a chance to eat it.
And yesterday the dog fell in the pool because they were teasing him. (and my dog forgets to paddle his back legs and his ass sinks downa nd he's left there just out of arms reach struggling not to drown... its funny now i think about it.)

Tata Tatters.

"Taters? What are taters precious?"
"POE-TA-TOES! mash 'em, fry 'em, stick 'em in a stew!"
heehee. gollum/smeagol. I count the ways i love thee. ]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/6708457/ http://Loud-Little-Thing.deviantart.com/journal/6708457/ Fri, 07 Oct 2005 22:56:32 PDT Monkeys can also kill people, IF the monkeys got a gun.

Anywhooo… I have this page simply because Toni told me too so I could favourite her. Hee hee, even though I’ve favourited more people then her. Anyway, I do have shit could post, but that would need a working scanner. And my scanner passed over the river Styx (the rive you need to pass to get to the land of the dead, not the band) a loooong time ago.
But you will see some on my nothingness. Mostly they centre around my disturbing addiction to a flavoured milk drink called French Vanilla Cappuccino , my other obsessions like Lotr, Tim Burton *sighs and faints*, and so on and so forth, or my ‘friend’ Tania.
Tania isn’t as bad as I make her out to be. We just like to pick on her. I’m sure one day we’ll drive her to welding a bloody chainsaw at out throats one day , but that’s not today. For today she remains my target of payouts. (I’m so mean)
Well Farwell my ho-d-d-d-d-eirs. I try to whisk you up.
The not-so-sane-one
p.s- i thought it should be mentiond. I am short. I am the living hobbit.
*dances* whooo! Hobbits!
p.p.s- it should also be mentioned that i lov e Frodo
he ish my lovley My.. Preeecciossss... ]]> ~Loud-Little-Thing