i lost my essay. i spent all afternoon re-writing it. i have spent an entire day writing an 800w essay. shoot me.

there are photos upadated on my flickr. possible formal dress photo.

eng-lang essay plan is 500w. shit. oh well, first essay out of class since yr10.

according to lampson:
is its biology its slyme and wiggly
if its chemistry it smells bad
it its physics it doesn't work

according to rennie: 'one in five times this prac doesn't work' - if things only fell towards earth one in five times...

ps. i hope lampson wasn't insulted by my teacher salary comments, i got the feeling he felt i was implying he could not adequately provide for his family

apparently got rice? has a wiki page, as does AzN PrYdE:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Got_Rice%3F

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Asian_pride#Other_cultures

spore, physics, ph-fun, is a reference to we can be heroes...

apparently, some people think its funny to laugh at other people

but the reality is, they can't help it that they're douchbags

apparently drefus has pulled one over out head, blatent attept to attain a school spoon, perhaps garvey will actually attend this speaker for reference for he newsletter write-up

went to the workshop and mr.fancy pants decided he would splash out and purchase two gin and tonics, and endevor which i can no doubt pressume cost him a deal of monies. it was soo empty when we got there (7:30ish) and by the time we left it was packed, with people lining up outside and a whole bunch of people standing round listenting to whichever remix of the cure the funky new fresh original DJ decided to 'spin' next. i would hate nothing more than to have to stand at a bar.
anywho, best part of the night, looking out ontop the rooftops: some guy doing a chuck-up, at about 8:30 on a saturday night. got caught by security, or did he. they called the po-po, who then bought in a detective, then they all spent about an hour climbing around on the roof with torches looking for the guy. they caught one, the other one walked casually by, pausing, to tag on the window just round the corner of the police with their ladder.
and then we ate LOTF. oh, and we saw whats her face, ellen? buying the liquor from the elizabeth street liquor store; bourbon-cola + vodka + crap clothes and makeup = pure brighton class.

according to the centre for consumer freedon, peta offend religious believers by suggesting... jesus was a vegetarian.

i know certain persons who will not be named (presumably everybody reading this blog), will aprreciate the humour in this

About me:
Eating for free since January! If it aint free, its not for me. (now if only i could stop drinking the rest of my money...) Im a deliberate subject for the consumption of ideas. Studying social theory. Currently facing riot charges at the hands of a bitter and humiliated State, see the 'solid combustible blog' posted on this page. mourning the theft of my beautiful partner stephanie by europe, that malicious bastard continent. Participate in the running of Australia's only youth run and youth managed circus. Check them out - www.trickcircus.net I live in the most boho fucking house :D which is falling aprt - we've decided to try and keep doors closed in order to increase the structural stability. I have PAINT tattooed on my arm to remind me what i wanted to do more than anything when i was a youngun - if i dont make it by the time im old and bitter then im determined to be ashamed - young dreams should be treated with just as much conviction as experienced judgement ;D hahaha

General
Modern art, philosophy,anarchism, existentialism circus performance, acrobatrics, activism, experimental music, dangerous stuff, fun stuff, fighting, getting real trashed and making a scene, who knows the places i been - i certainly dont, cause i forgot, not feeling so hot painting, talking, writing, cold showers and orgasms , writing an essay when i actually know what im talking about, riding my bmx, crashing my bmx, yelling at Jethro, getting naked, wearing codpieces, getting kmossed, black coffee, cigarettes (until recently), security cameras, DUMPSTER DIVING, leaving psychotic notes for my housemates, recycling, reusing and repairing former consumer goods , sleeping under tables when really drunk, getting into big arguments about fuck all, getting into big arguments about interesting stuff, getting punched, getting drunk, im repeating myself, im repeating myself, taking DRUGS

melbourne
Mlbourne is getting warmer but the cities breath is cold. The newspapers
are not impressed with their own lies, the people do not smile when
facing their own hilarious ignorance. Melbourne is a bloody disgrace but
the front page says i don't represent it. Melbourne is breaking glass
and that sick feeling of nervous anger which overtakes you when you're
sliding down that slope to a very real pit of burning trouble in your
stomache. Melbourne is about making the news and breaking yourself apart
against its false headlines. Melbourne is breaking apart like its police
barricades, filled with so many litres of water which could be growing
our country out from the miserable little seed it is, but instead are
flowing down collins street at 11.30 surging down the tram tracks to
dampen the back of a stunned looking policewoman lying in a puddle,
taunted with her stolen hat like we are taunted by our futures hung out
of the top floor windows of the grand hyatt hotel like so much dirty
laundry. Melbourne is fucking crazy bastards and scrums and the most
police i have ever seen. Melbourne is australian police who look like
walking boulders who have lovely little families which make me want to
spit. Melbourne is making me listen to classical music to calm down
while waiting to be arrested. Being shocked and dazed while your father
and mother's blood pressure flows through the euphimisms and half
truths that you deliver to your friends like brown paper parcel bombs.
Melbourne is one vast fucking network of security cameras, their vision
eating through my flesh, that no bandanna can protect. melbourne
melbourne melbourne, why dont you cry when i know who you are? melbourne
the music sings to me as the keys type out the next phrase for me, im
too drunk to think, and no poison can replace this glorious feeling of
romantic anger. No one ever told me, melbourne, that glory is fear
forged by determination. I should have known that melbourne was just
bullshit, that australia was bulshit but that we were good. I should
have heard Tschalkowsky's cannons. Glory falls apart like the gilded
fake shit it is. melbourne is just a nother city, normal like its plain
clothes cops, muscles under a family shirt and haircut pushing you into
an unmarked van, then punching the shit out of you. melbourne im in
trouble, melbourne i am falling, melbourne metaphors won't save me i am
afraid and scared and worried not just for me but for my friends and for
my family and most of all for you melbourne, because i want you to see
why it happened but i know that i can't tell you. You'll just have to
try and look for yourselflf.

class: is smoking outside the footscrazee McDonalds discussing how you 'fucked that cunt ehy?'

if you were watching house, you would know that some kid got into a bloody punch-on playing chess. he smaked the kid in the face with a clock. almost like the time dwayne got just a little toated and we suspect macked on with some chess-pickup (ie. a female)

in conclusion the student union = nerds
i couldn't give a flying fuck is somebody is like 'the ministry of magic', or if somebody else is like 'slytherin' or you unionist chaps fancy yourself 'dumbledors army'. if you need harry potter to explain who your voting for, you probably shouldn't be voting.

as juvenile as it is, i have no idea what the story behind this is... but yeah... it ice-cream shaped like a penis.

and while we one the topic, and i'm a bit of a linking craze.

here's another link. just cos i can.

face-recognition is all well and good, but until we get dreadlocks and piercings recognition the whole system is hopeless. i also suggested that we implement patch-recognition immediately. and some kind of phermone sensor that will pick up on the commie-tarian scent, that'll do it.

watch out capitalism... he has a slingshot

somebody got the net. not just any net, 1536 kbps downstream net. now i can go fishing it would appear. and just to prove to everybody that after 2 months of waiting i got 'hooked-up' as a current affair would say, i'm sending y'all a link.

Resilience

Some animal rights groups have gained strength through the creation of a climate of fear among those connected in any way with animal research. Without the appropriate support of the authorities some businesses have felt that there was no alternative but to give in to the threats of violence and intimidation.

The tide is now turning. Many activists are serving long prison sentences for their crimes as new legislation has become effective. More are on remand and restrained by bail conditions and awaiting trial. The remaining activists are now finding it difficult to operate in the UK and statistics show they are moving into Europe. Companies and individuals have becoming increasingly resilient and some suppliers are feeling confident enough to return to the industry.

There is a real need to build on this resilience so that people involved with the biomedical research community can go about their business without fear and be openly proud of the important work they do.

link.
spore, your establishment, clearly in cohoots with the commie-tarians.

and, like nestle, is like totally vegetarian, cos it only abuses human children.

oh, an after a list of 'vegan' products:
* Items listed may contain trace amounts of animal-derived ingredients. While PETA supports a strict adherence to veganism, we put the task of vigorously reducing animal suffering ahead of personal purity. Boycotting products that are 99.9 percent vegan sends manufacturers the message that there is no market for that particular food, which ends up hurting more animals.
its like how, not eating hamburgers sneds the message to manufacturers that there is no demand for products such as lettuce or bread, which is why, as a total animal wuver (who ever wears the i am not a nugget shirt, cos i'm that hardcore veg), i eat hamburgers. cos i support the lettuce and bread, cruelty -free alternatives.

remember folks, it not animal-friendly, unless it easy and trendy.