the good monogamouse christian husband/wife come home and find their 17yr-old son smoking marijuana:

"your son's a drug addict and he's pushing, i'm tellin' y'all" - dr.phil

"i mostly just smoke weed, i've dried speed a couple of times" - crack deranged son

"watch for changes in music, dress, grooming - these are signs something is going on" - dr.phil (and not signs of puberty)

"he ain't blowing bubble with the pipe,... he's smoking the drugs"- dr.phil

"like lesbians blondes - nobody wants to think their children are doing this" - the hysterical mother/wife (no, i don't get this one either)


yeah, i stayed home sick today, watched dr. phil, formatted my computer. in conclusion: i'm pretty cool.

my father made me salad. and i made the greatest curry consisting soley of peas (and possibly some cilantro).



what is this number? what does it all mean? who really knows?


picked this up in the school library. don't be fooled by the 'very short introduction' part, its realtivly well written.

totay tonight's shocking breakthough: 'australians are overweight'. no. i wouldn't believe. had it not come from such a reliable source.

yeah, nothing to really blog about. got coffe with samuel this morning. hung out with lampson after school to catch up on spesh. feel really ill. if i feel like this tomorrow i'm not going. nobody told me you don't go to form when you have a SAC. hmf.

"what are like dexies, are they like a like dex-amphetamine?"
- a current affair, undercover student

yeah, i got over my little winge last post. over it. completely. till somebody says the next thing wrong.

sat through double politics. australia is not that great. get over it. anybody can start a political party and anybody can start their own newspaper, anybody with enough resources and funds. ie. you can buy power with money and money with power.

pie day got moved to today. went soy coffee. went tofu pumpkin pie. went slurpee. went family planning (for free condoms) and chickened out. went house looking. went slurpee. again.

Don't patronise me.

I clearly was never welcome so don't act like i didn't invite myself in.

Maybe i wish, on rare occasions, i that i could be somebody's friend.

woah man. do i have a great story guaranteed to make you lolz and cringe simultaneuosly.

my bother (age 4-6) went to some pool party yesterday. the cake was in the shape of a snail. and the mother of this small child, as she was cutting the cake, asked who wanted the turtle's head. this of course was the perfect oppertunity for my father to cause a scene and start talking about how much he like 'head'?
that's class that is.

oh, also, a quote from some magazine my brother was reading:
'all the talk about sensitive males has made most men forget that women like both suprises and leadership in bed' - suprise sex!

i guess i've "popped my SAC cherry" so to say, (whatever that means). not as bad as i thought it would be. really not that bad. don't think i'll do too well on it though. but who really cares. when i grow up i wanna take my clothes off for money.

don't have any phtos today, whatever will i blog about?
okay, here goes, kham actually saying something:

'hey noor, samuel samuel sex samuel vector sex samuel...'

watching 'a current affair': "'high' school" - it's a pun you see, refering to the h-shooting behind the school toilets, in between study.

"kids think drugs are cool and sexy... but they're not"

i pretty much spent the entire day in a very studious manner. my family, however, did not. so, i pretty much ran away to my grandmother's house. she fed me olive bread and many cups of black tea from op-shop mugs. and we discussed how expensive savers is getting and how vile people who profit off op-shops are (i shake my fist at 'retro' stores who market this stuff at people who would never go to an op-shop; the crew volunteer so they can 'sell' clothes/stuff to people at a negative profit, and these stores just profit off their volunteer work).

and i went grocery shopping. yay. vegan foodz.





(some of the stuff is a little crazy, i know, but meah, it's all the same gluten just with a different marinade, and not as process as you would have thought; considering this was made by a small asian company and not by a mass slaughter house.)

i ate all this food when i got hope, take that edwina:

soup: codfish balls, barbeque pork, mixture ofchinese cabbages, shitake mushrooms, coriander, vegetable stock, firm tofu, fried onions, soy bean shoots, pepper


salad: soy bean shoots, chilli sauce, avocado, coriander, tomato, pepper
soup: codfish balls, barbeque pork, mixture ofchinese cabbages, shitake mushrooms, coriander, vegetable stock, firm tofu, fried onions, soy bean shoots, pepper
free from pies: red bean, sugar, wonton wrappers

today (well technically yesterday) was one hell of an awesome day.

i went to savers in the early morning, and while i know savers has shit all because the trendy people come and sweep the entire place, and a curse upon those trendy people; today was not so. there was so much stuff on the selves, and while i was too short, too fat, too tall, to thin to fit into everything, i walked away with a fair amount of stuff. and thankyou to the trendy person who left a huge collection on the re-shelfing racks.

purple stripy shirt: $5


baby blue spotted dress: the price tag fell off, but from memory it was seven


square couchprint dress: $7

chunky colour stripe dress: $7

navy stripe sailor skirt: $3

(t-shirt from pogo cafe, vegan organic cafe, hackney, london)

fluro green 60s mini dress: $7

oh, i also got a free savers calandar, because i spent a total of something like $40.
i also bought the giant cardigan, some might call it a shawl, which i left in ella's bag.

then i went to burning books and totally got naomi klein's 'no logo' for $12 (because i'm not hardcore anarchy enough to steal it, i bought it from an independant secondhand bookstore, run by hippies might i add)


then went to allie's picnic, but not before purchasing moleskins and tea as a kind of birthday gift. and leb bread and hommus as some kind of picnic food. Apparently elsher wants to start a serious beer co-op, if she does, she has one of the finest business accountants in the country... and no, i'm not talking about milan.






oh, and i convinced elsher to name her goldfish after my two favourite men in the world: miles and charles.

we then went totally art-faggin out house gig, where everyone was old. i felt liked i'd walked into someone' family barbeque. i felt really uncomfortable. samuel hated it. elsher didn't mind and ella loved it. some myself and samuel left to have dinner. we went to lord of the fries. vegan. but nobody's allowed to know they're vegan or they'd loose business. like when apu swaps to meat hotdogs for tofudogs and nobody notices. like that you see.

the heat gives me bloody noses.
and i'm sick. and i blame elsher, or at least elsher's germs. and it's been like this for a week.

and i need to somehow in the next three hours percure foods and gifts for allie's picnic.
i'm thinking leb-bread and hommus, and something worldly gift-wise. i'm so shit a gift giving, as in i really hate it.

knaw. if i were asian i would be like totally, 'kawaiii!'
but nah, just thought i'd stick it out there; a filthy teenage boy touched me in inapropriate ways.
it brings a great shame upon my family...

oh, and i know it's late, but:
"happy unimaginative, consumer-orientated and entirely arbitary, manipulative and shallow interpretation of romance day"

romance = crap;
seriously, who buys into that crap, who over the age of 9 could possibly find value on that crap;
fuck romance, i'll take the cookie.

filthy teenage smokers. this is pretty much going to be a photo blog as i'm fucking lazy and any reader is likely to be fucking lazy too. i figure, people like photos - less reading.

anyway, i took this from samuels lap. he's apparently smoking.

we had just seen NOFX and were lying all over each other in a sweaty mess.

pft. blogs.

we all wish somebody would read ours.
i only hope that i too can become (internet) popular.