The opposite of Life is death? Is it? I would like to think so, the Bible would like to tell me so, but really?

What is life? Concious... So the oppisite of that is unconcious right?

Is that death? No. Well maybe, well, actually, I dont know...

Exiting stuff! Anyhoo I wonder because if I hate life will death really stop it? Fix it? (I'm not saying I want to kill myself.. Life can be in many dimensions...)

I don't know if it will... So how do I stop conciousness?

I dont know...

Fargmented aren't I?

Or exited.

I want to be happy!

NOW, not in a few months time!

But how?

Tell me...

...

Hmmm... I'm still thinking... Noting comes to mind though. Have you thought of any magical answers to my problems siobhan?

ILOVEYOU!!!

OK, here we go...

First of all I guess was my meeting with Utting. HA! I remember! I sorta ruined his initiation thing where he opens the door and gives you some 'Do you acept the responsibility of becoming a humble BNUT' sermon by just walking past him and sitting down, and then my mum laughed in his face because she thought he was treating us like five year olds, uh, that about it. I sounded like I was on a real roll there. So, uh, the next day? That was thursday.

Yup.

Thursday was great because I got to see lots of pwetty people that I hadn't seen all holidays, and talk to a couple of them. I didn't do the talking that well because I hadn't talked to anyone all holidays, and had forgotten. That sucked. Its a really wierd feeling when you really want to say something useful and talk about peoples holidays and lives and heaps and heaps of random stuff but you can't because just NOTHING comes into your head to say. I think I have improved, so I'll try to do more talking on monday.

My form class is acctually pretty good. It's not amazing, but there aren't any bad people in it, Hannah is nice enough, Joel I can talk about ripping baby possums out of thier dead mothers woumbs and drowning them, and Issac, well, I can talk about his nose. The year twelve and thirteens aren't terrible, but I've never eally got on with them, so I keep my distance.

Then came Friday. Neil was creepy. Roseanna really scared me by leaving half way through, and the actions were too complicated.

Now I miss everyone. More than I did in the holidays even. Your all just so amazing and wonderful that I'm spellbound whenever I see any of you, its strange, but because your so fantasmical not suprising.

I S O L O O K F O R E W A R D T O S E E I N G Y O U O N M O N D A Y B E C A U S E Y O U A R E A L L S O F R I E N D L Y A N D K I N D A N D E N E G M A T I C A N D B E A U T I F U L ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

No ones listening anymore. Theyre all away. (all two of them)

A Colourful Me.

I didn't go on Bebo to talk to people, i went on Bebo so I could see other peoples Bebos, Maintaining a creepy freak image. Now, apparently, I am supposed to talk to people. Not just talk to people, but act happy about it. I've got a blog, why do I want another one? Anyhow I spose I could get used to it, after all, Ill go anywhere they go (or that's what laurissa says).

In fact, it could become kinda fun. Yeah.

I should go and improve on my profile. But no, ill keep blathering on. Yup.

I'm a rubbish organiser. Not that that's a bad thing, its just a little unhelpful at times. When I want to organise something, that's when its unhelpful. Ill try. Blogs don't allow you to express much.

ARRRRRRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

My short hamner holiday was crap. Really terrible. It doesn't exite me much talking about it, so I wont.

Something I did discover though was that I am re-interested in lyrics. To songs. They facinate me, now, didn't before. Really interesting. Mmmm.


I'll drown my beliefs
To have you be in peace
I'll dress like your niece
To wash your swollen feet

Just don't leave
Don't leave

I'm not living
I'm just killing time
Your tiny hands
Your crazy kitten smile

Just don't leave
Don't leave

And true love waits
In haunted attics
And true love lives
On lollipops and crisps

Just don't leave
Don't leave

Just don't leave
Don't leave


Is Thom Yorke just trying to piss me off, because its working. Intreguing though.
Whats another one...

his wicked
sense of humour
suggests
exciting sex!

his fingers
they focus on her
touches
he's venus as a boy

he believes in a beauty
he's venus as a boy

he's exploringthe taste of her
arousal
so accurate

he sets off
the beauty in her
he's venus
venus as a boy

he believes in a beauty
he's venus as a boy


What the heck is that supposed to mean? What was Bjork trying to convey when she wrote that? I'd like to know.

Yeah thats that. I'm pretty annoyed at everyone right now. Yeah. That includes you!

Siobhanzil

It's nice to see so many comments, even if they are only from two people. Some are very interesting, and make me realise what I have written (thoughts to myself Siobhan).