we lost choral but what else is new. i know everybody says this about their particular house, but we should have won, or at least not came last.

apparently shamuel reads my blogs, as if that boy knows how to use a computer.

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.

man, soo tired. soo much work and stuff on recently.

had house chorals yesterday. missed vladimir's orchestra. miss that cray-zee russian. "you must play strrong the double bass katrien, strrong".

cos of the burnley tunnel my bus was delayed an hour today, was running to hand in my bio SAC prac. she slammed the door behind me. i stuffed up the prac design, that i know. i finnished the SAC early, it really scared me, everyone else was writing as i walked out of the room.

YLAC meeting. soo tired. spesh test tomorrow.

not cool lampson confiscated my vegan bands. and he's a vegetarian. and he's the cadets teacher. what the hell. do they look offensive to you?



saw hot fuzz with samuel, waited over half an hour for a taxi. freakin hilarious.

yep, it was pretty embarassing, i forgot to wash the conditioner from my shampoo...

freaking s.cru, of more specifically, the not stage not crew part of the production. there are ways and 'democratic' (but that's another story) processes of doing things. once and awhile i wish the posse would do something credible.

i think i'm going to have to face the bleak fact that i'm almost married to shamuel (as the doctor weinburger MD would say). i had this dream/nightmare where he died. hft. my subconscious sucks.

samuel you bastard, i missed insight. you bastard.

ps/ lay off elsher, getting her pissed off for your entertainment kinda makes you a tool.

I almost forgot the greatest thing, shammy, milan and myself were just walkin down the street ion our uber coll manner when some crazyasian man with cool facial hair pops out of his car window, "hey bro, bro", and passes milan some kind of rolled smoking item. it was the marijuana.

other than that my weekend pretty much consisted of:

(definately not painting - to confirm, i am not an artfag)
(green tea)


(many cats)
(alot of music)

... so yeah, basically say round the house.


anyway, today. went to my meeting. left early. to meet shamuel. bruno had decided not to leave and go to lacrosse. no 'soup' for kham. went to naked japan. got coffee. was highly suprised with the selection of soymilk. not happy in general with life on this monday.

ps/ what the shit. guys, you really just embarass yourselves when you slag off the generic 'fat dyke'.

pps/ greatest article in the Herald Sun today about 'drug fueld party to raise funds for G20 thugs'

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

naw. soo cute. my family won tickets to see some cinderella thing (one of my mother's hobbies is entering competitions). and kiong cried.

kiongs been making all these comments about how i don't like 'meat'. meant in this context with the connotation of male genetalia.

after getting coffee with milan and samuel today we went back to bruno's to brew some cider with samuel. i accidentaly took the yeast home in my shoe. but luckily. samuel had some on hand in the garage. i laughed because the cider is apparently a 'low joule cide'. not very manly-maness.


and i sawthis walking back from samuel's house:
better watch out, the dumping po-lice are onto you.



oh, and, an interesting article on the chinese net po-lice:
http://www.wired.com/news/technology/0,72972-0.html