what is it with people from the western suburbs and foodstar (the west's own all-you-can eat 'restaurant')?

the op-shop where my mother volunteers has their end of year function there, my grandmothers senoirs group always have their functions there (there were banned from smorgies for stealing food), and the general attitute is something along the lines of, "lets celebrate, by gorging ourselves, while watching the chronically obese totter back and forth, from their individual tables to the silver serving trays".

william is getting his braces on tomorrow, so of course, in the true spirit of william, he had to eat all he could eat just one last time (this week). i did not go. it was a wise decision. my father did (chaparone), apparently william ate alot, disappeared to the bathroom for fifteen minutes to vomit, before returning to again eat all he could eat.

william eats toomuch fried chicken and know all his shirts have grease stains down the front.

centrelink are arseholes.

william. ate half a chocolate mudcake for his evening meal tonight. a family sized cake thats meant to serve something like 12-16 people.

william is a little shit. james is too scared to go to scouts, "please, please don't tell him, can you please tell him i started soccer, please mum" (james on the brink of tears).

yes, it is true, my brother looks like a member of the wu-tang clan.

pie day today. got into so much shit because i got home at 7:30, ie. really dark, ie. the hood was not a very chill place.

got home just intime for insight. teenage sexuality, freaking hilarious. they had the dolly doctor on the show.
"i've found girls are never really fussed about condoms, i know if i were a girl i wouldn't want a piece of latex; i'd probably have thousands of STI because i'm a player" - 'a generic teenager'
"is clamidia like a fungus?" - another 'generic teenager'

there was all the regular oral sex, is it sex and slut vs. fridgid discussion (speaking of which, face). relativly little content. brings me back to the health ed days.

"can girls like get hiv?" - student
"i hear every sperm is the size of a full stop on a page, so they're quite small really" - teacher (yes, seamonkeys are in fact semen)

now i'll be the first to admit i can't put a condom on with great finess and ease, and frankly i blame the schools.

ps/ my brother is watching borat. i hate that man. as much as you can argue that he debases sexism and racism by making it funny, if i'm offended (and i am), i don't really think he has archieved that goal. i believe he has made it socially acceptable, and indeed fashionable to make jokes about gender and race again. and let's not forget that soo many people take it at a low-brow level, and example of which my brother.

oddest freudian slip today:
thinking about samuel (shuttup) and meant to call william but instead called 'shammy'. odd.

sweet sixteen and never been kissed.


oh, you laugh now, but i have seriously heard this several times from my grandmother's several friend.

went to smelsher's. made cake/pudding (half-cooked cake). went to grandmothers. more cake (which my mother put a great deal of effort into). william is such a douchbag. while i was partying it up at elshers he ate half the icing off my cake. it was a freakin brilliant cake though - a giant pink love-heart.


noor gave me a freakin radcore card. but she was wrong. vectors are greater or equal to both sex and samuel.

elsher gave me a book (which i already owned - but it didn't matter because if i paid for a book it must have been a good choice - if that makes sense).

milan liberated me some coffee.

samuel... stuff... i hope.

on a completely irrelevant note, my bass teacher wants me to play all this really hard shit. treble cleff. and the like. but i'm hoping i'll finally get to use one of the super-extention music stands.

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!