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Monday, August 15, 2005

 
Oops, i'm back. Anyway, where was i? oh i can't remember. A couple of weeks back i was on church camp and i got lost because me and amelia couldn't use the compass properly. That ended up being alright, because we eventually found the road and just followed that (don't worry...i'm sure this'll lead us back to base camp...)

Today i got an english asssignment that is due on wednesday. Thats crap i say. How mean of the teacher to do this! So that thought got me to thinking that one of the only things that isn't on the web at least on a large scale at the moment IS A WEBSITE WHERE YOU CAN POST YOUR HOMEWORK, AnD PEOPLE DO IT FOR YOU. THAT WOULD BE SWEET. (caps lock) The closest thing is Wikipedia, which some of my friends spend a lot of their time there. It is pretty sweet, but only up to the point of "oh, thats interesting" because you can hardly cite a site for your history project that was written by anyone and everyone. No NO NO that would be wrong. Still i have tried it. Once. In year nine. I got told off. The teacher was like "don't use Wikipedia" so i thought to myself, "how appropriate" Smubbo to her.

Apollo says that the band must do a cover of the song "Fix You" by Coldplay. Me thinks we could pull it off but we need a keyboardist...Anyway yeah for future reference the members of my band are Me, apollo, Richard, Kieren and Marco. We rehearse every now and again at my place or school. It can be a blast but seeing as everyone else in the band is a better drummer than me, i dunno wat the point is :( (kiddin')

Ms Fry my art teacher just bought some new Digital SLRs (cameras) so i've been goin' nuts with that shiz. check out my art website, it is easily the thing i most update. Go to Kelvin's as well...Here And thats me done for now. My opinion, as always, id as is. Later, my b/s continues...Hi Hilz! Hot Stuff!
 
Hi there, long time no speak because i had lotsa stuff to do. But now most of that stuff is done, with the winter concert done and dusted(mostly dusted) and therfore, the stupidly long rehaearsals over. By site is running kinda slowly because i haven't updat44ed that, but my art is progressing nicely along. Someday soon ill get round to printing some of the shots and makin em all big sn' stuff.. Oops bye bye!

Monday, August 01, 2005

 
Heres a story me and a friend wrote in 7 hour school band practice on sunday. Yep u heard right. Notice how it gets weirder and weirder near the end.

Page 1: This guy walks into a bar and he says “Can I please have a drink?” “I’m thirsty” & the bar attendant says what do you want? The bar man says “We have alchohol. Lots of it. Or soft drink?” I’ll have 5 cougars thanks replies the guy as he… goes to the zoo because he decided to soo the cougars and not just drink them there, while licking his ice-cream he falls into the cage of the… parrot. The parrot offers him birdseed but “NO!” he says. “NO BIRDSEED FOR ME!” because he has a phobia of drowning in birdseed, which canme from a childhood trauma when he… almost drowned in birdseed. That phobia means the man was recently diagnosed with “No bird-seeditis.” He now has to take dietary supplements… which oddly enough are shaped like seeds. The pills have given him an unnatural intake of a certain hormon, which means he has now grown arms. He never used to had them, because they dissolved in air. What a freak a girl said when she saw him one day. he was trying to play piano with his teeth and nose, but not his toungue. He did not have much success, so he grew wings. Large wings they were. After a time they bothered him so much he flew… But that was shortlived as one day he was flying with his friend the albatross, the albatross was caught in the jet engine of a plane. His friend emerged from the jet engine clean and refreshed, and they continued merrily on their trip to Uganda. Tra-la-la-la-la-la, Tra-la-la-la(tra-la-la) “Ach! Du leiber Gute!” the german albatross cried. “That was close!!!” “I was almost a bratwurst!!!” “Call me ishmael.” the albatross continued, with a bird call that was common among his kind. “Lucy Stinks” he continued. “But Lucie is wonderful!” he continued. “I wish I was like her!”

Page 2: The man replied, “Lets go get a drink!” “I love drinks!” “Cool story, Hansel” the albatross said after the guy had told him about the other day whwn he… took the tube downtown for a quick cup o’ joe. Joe was no pleased. He wanted it to go for longer than 4 minutes. He wanted it to last longer. He could just never get enough. It warmed his insides like nothing else could. It filled him better than anything else did. And once he’d had it. He was paralysed for minutes on end. Speechless, warm and content. because chocolate desserts always made him feel that way. He like it best when it slid down his throat slowly, and then fast as the topping melted. The one problem with joe and chocolate, was that he got it all over him. He knew there was only one way to get chocolate off. and that was to wash it in Napisan Plus. I lurrrve Napisan Plus. The only problem was that the albatross had an allergy to Napisan. it made all of his feathers fall off, which mean he had to wear a pink polka dotted dress for 3 months. and then pink lingerie for another 18 months. This lingerie made him really good at… flying for a long time. The lingerie fit like a second skin, although he had problems with the clasp because he couldn’t touch his toes. The kids at achool laughed at him all the time, especially in the locker room after sport when they saw how small his… chocolate cake was. He couldn’t share with everyone. His was just too small. they also found it funny how he ate it. He seemed to nibble and lick the cake. Meanwhile in Arizona, a hot air balloon tour had gone horrifically wrong when the man from the bar stole his pants… which he then threw up into the gas flame causing the balloon to go extra high.

Page 3:
cannabis tree, the burning lifting his eupphoria as high as the hot air balloon, which, consequently, was over the donut store. Man I’m hungry. said the donut as he was being eaten, “Too bad for me with all my chocolatey, sprinkly toppings going to waste on his mouth” my jam should be going into something much more worthwhile. I really should take a shower…, my jam is leaking. maybe I should get someone IN to fix it. What if the plumber who came in had to go out, and in, and out, and in. He’d probably stran somethine, under the continous weight.. I would have to take it lying down on the beach, relaxing under the sun. The donut liked the sun, so warm and…moist. he also liked to, roll around and get covered in sand ‘cause it felt rather like sugar; it rubbed him the right way, he began to dream of the of the delicious coating he was himself coated in. When he awoke it had all disappeared. He was naked on a beach full of crispy cremes. He rang into the ocean, to hide from the japanese tourists. But unfortunately he began to go soggy and then dissolve. “AAAAAAARRRGGGGH!!!” he said. “Damn I’m melting!” and it feels good! WakaWaka. That hot jam inside of me just hit the spot!!. I’m really ready to take my cart to the fair. I love the carnival, said the farmer. “not as delicious as these melons here” he said pointing at the melons ripening on the rack “I’d better clean those melons good, I’d better handle them a lot” Oh no! He said. “What did I do wrong? The melons have gone from hard to soft!”

THE END!!!

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