note my preivious post, attempt to appear as if i actually have some form of humanities class with shallen-man, succesful at least.

made muffins. really fucked up the recipe. (i'm trying to expand on my one speciality repotoir in the feild of muffin). They turned out alreight considering i din't have light brown sugar (only dark-molasses brown) i forgot to whisk the wet and add the almonds to the dry. i ended up pushing the bits of broken almond into the tops of the half-cooked muffin tops half-way throught the cooking process. they kinda look a bit like volcanos. anywho, i would make them again and do it properly perhaps.

For muffins
1 1/2 c. flour
1 1/2 tsp. baking powder
1/2 tsp. baking soda
1/2 tsp. cinnamon
1/2 tsp. allspice
1/4 tsp. nutmeg
1/4 tsp. salt
2 tsp. cornstarch
1 c. light brown sugar
1/2 c. + 3 tbs. oil
1 c. cooked apple
1 c. coarsley chopped almonds

For topping
2 tsp. raw sugar
1/4 tsp. cinnamon
1/4 tsp. allspice
1/4 tsp. nutmeg

forgot to mention 205C for 20mins, let cool in moulds for 5min

"please don't put that quote in there"

mr.short, who i guess can now google himself if he can be bothered seperating himself from all the other shorts-international. but if anybody had him today and happened to note his tie, they must have though to themselves, 'is that the allen-mans least favorite tie?' (you know the one, the one that goes with the white shirt, the shiny purple stripey one). 'is the short-man ripping of the allen-mans shirt-tie combo?'

"i was watching pornography to observe what happened to my penis"

"your breasts are alright, they need to be a bit larger though.... so i can have sex with them"

my mother made me a pie, and it was sweet of her, but it looked like vomit and tasted kinda... really australia forty years ago. The ancient chinese proverb reigns true, 'peas, carrot and corn should never go together'.

went to bus re-route conference today. despite the four hours of chin-waggin, i can't see them actually fixing anything. you know what we need, more services from footscray to knifepoint. did learn that they cancelled certain services to avoid school-kids using public transport. pft.

"i know friends who get threatening text messages and stuff"
i can now say i know a y-grade celebrity: hudson was on ABD news. wow.

there was a great samuel quote i meant to blog about, however, i guess i won't as he asked me not to. we came up with the latest craze, the new position all the kids are doing. it involves nipples and feet.

though i lost seppo. bought a plastic-type retainer from smoke dreams. it was a bitch to get in and fasten properly. i hated it and wanted my u-ring back. i had it when i went to sleep and realised it was missing on the bus to school. paranoid the hole would close-over or shrink down too much. the retainer was a fourteen guage. got home to find my u-ring sitting on the pillow. it was larger than the retainer and was 10-minute bitch to get back in. but i did it. and now everything is fine once more.

score, insight metioned passion pop. which can be brough in a slab; noor.
"hotel owner bans the jager-bomb beverage" "it's linked with undesirable agressive behaviour"

oh the monday after the musical after party. i was really looking forward to bumpout, to all the awkard, 'shit what the fuck did i do?" encounters. but it just was not meant to be. we were not allowed to bumpout. apparently nobody had bothered to tell the school that bumpiut was during school time as opposed to midnight after the last performance.

saw trumpet max at flinders street, naturally i approached him, (after some insignificant dialogue) "so did you end up hooking up with matt?" "no, i left at about 2:15 and went to the boyf house, and slept with him" (sounds really harsh, but i said it it in a nice way). I'm getting really sick of this shit, the third person to ask me if i had some kind so mac-up with matt. i did not. i spent most of the after-party talking about makepovertyhistory and my politics and such. he tried to feel me up. i politely asked him to stop. he apologised for his drunken behaviour. and that was it.

returning from the musical, to the hood, at night.

Spoke to a guy from that new gang thats starting up, what are they called again, 'the church of jesus christ'. They all wear shirts with ties and name plaques hanging off their front pockets. Some might say they're 'up cunts'.
It was our friend from that night (samuel knows, he talked to us about sin and hates seventh day adventists), apparently he likes the killers and dashboard confessional.

me being the fabulous student i am, asked weeks in advance whether there would be a bio 3/4 sac during the musical. i was repeatedly told there wouldn't be. and guess what. got an e-mail on tuesday, apparently i have a sac on thursday.

saw mikey on the way home, apparently he's facing ten charges. one of the minvolving the word projectile.

"i wish i'd never had you little shits"
"you had bloody better find out when martin luthur king died; i'm warning you"

the french would say, 'a la bogan'

got a mortar and pestle, made paratha. the filling was crap because there was nothing in the house. mostly spiced carrot, zucchini and lentils.

in other news, someone other than me finally added to the pisschrist wikipedia page (which does exist just in case elsher was wondering).

"can i have my camera back?"

"fuck you, emo-bitch"

and then there was bruising.

okonomiyaki. well almost. how do they do it? those crazy lentil hippies.

mine tastes pretty alright, more like a scramble than a pancake.
i'm thinking mashed potato instead of cornstarch next time.

"sometimes thay just have to accept that other people have neurons"