I'm a Wolf and I accept my mantle.

Feelin' Fine

Sing!

Oh, say can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

Stupid Quiz Alphabet

This seemed like a good idea at the time. It’s obviously not, but it amuses me. Also I’m bored of Robert Rauschenberg. Wanker. Vilify him.

a is for age: 16, but not for long.
b is for booze of choice: Gin. Beer of choice would be Coopers or Toohey’s.
c is for career: Stud nut, but I want to be a writer/director and pretend I was born in south America.
d is for your dad's name: Teddy! Or Tedwick as we call him.
e is for essential items to bring to a party: A stylish hat and a good list of anecdotes.
f is for favorite song at the moment: At the moment, Sheep Go to Heaven, by Cake… of all time at the moment, Mr. Jones by Counting Crows.
g is for favorite game: Naked Twister, Poker and Pool.
h is for hometown: Beloved Perth
i is for instruments you play: Guitar, Harmonica and Melodica
j is for jam or jelly you like: Blackberry, Strawberry. Port Wine Jelly.
k is for kids? I want some, yes, but not for 20 more years or so.
l is for living arrangements: At home, but not for long.
m is for mum's name: Dolores-Frances.
n is for name of your crush: No time for that. Not until November at least.
o is for overnight hospital stays: Never. Hospitals are scary.
p is for phobias: FISH! Damn they are freaky.
q is for quotes you like: “He’s got all of the desirable vices and none of the boring virtues.”
“Even if no one around you is, be sure of yourself.”
“Erotic is a feather. Kinky is the whole chicken.”
“If you are ever weary, son, if ever you feel alone, if you feel challenged, hurt or betrayed, remember always that you will never have to give birth.”
r is for relationship that lasted the longest: 5 months. Actually depends. Some went off and on.
s is for sexual preference: Most things that move. Preferably human women.
t is for time you wake up: Whenever tickles me.
u is for underwear: Anything that doesn’t constrict. Boxers, or none.
v is for vegetable you love: Carrot.
w is for worst habit: I talk too much. About me. Like in these stupid things.
x is for x-rays you've had: Once, for my teeth.
y is for yummy food you make: I make the best bolognaise, and also most other foods from Italy. I do a fine veal schnitzel with excellent salad too.
z is for zodiac sign: Scorpio

I'm Blogging out of Word

This is all rather kooky really. You can write up Blog entries and do all the usual stuff on Word, so you’re familiar with the environment and it spell-checks for you. I’m rather plussed.

Plus you get this nifty little toolbar up the top with all these fancy options that you get anyway, but now you don’t need the internet to draft stuff up, or a browser to post it up. Plus you can use all the fancy colours and shapes and stuff I assume. Let me just check. I am now using a font I don’t think the regular browser will accept. Funk daddy. I guess it’ll just convert this all into Arial and be boring. Well, there’s nothing like experimentation for the dull and rainy day. Highlighting might not work either.

Ja, Here I am.

Right now I'm listening to Incesticide by Nirvana and reading The Little Drummer Girl by Le Carre.

I AM BACK PEOPLE!
Sorry, like I said, it's been a month, and my internet has been down because of some fault in the line, love telstra, so anyway much has happened, and not much also.

In the pile of stuff includes school, which finished a few days ago and that means mocks are one week away now. (!) Also all the fun of the fair with the Royal Show, which is funky, and then more studying, working for $ and a little guitar playing and cartooning in betwen to soften the blows.

So I was watching Oprah last night, MAN HOW SPANKY IS HER HAIR!? He's been through like 14 different versions of straight/curly/frizzy/black/brown/red/all gone/all of the above in her TV career, which one is her real hair? Is she some hair gypsy with a rotating symposium of follicular madness, and maybe THAT's the reason why she's so inspirational for so many Americans. It's well documented that they vote for the candidate with the best hair, but maybe they follow them like diciples too. Jesus had funky hair, as did Jimi Hendrix. perhaps all god is is fur. Warm cuddly safe and well washed hair.

PENIS PENIS PENIS. VAGINA VAGINA VAGINA.

I think it is our duty as fellow human beings to walk the path of the eternal search for enlightenment via the various million forms of Hinduism and vicious, cleansing sex available.
If not, then how will we shame our children and scare our protective government? Tell Me that!

I recently had an encounter with this band called Cake, and by encounter I mean that Pat burnt me this CD with a couple of songs by them on it. I'd never heard of them before but HEY! they've got this absolutely awesome song called Sheep Go to Heaven, and I think you all should either download it or go out into the big bad world and buy some cake from a record store. I can't belive I just said that seriously. Mmm... record store cake. It'd have like, vinyl chips in it.

As many of you will know, I'm a practicing Catholic, and my local priest tells me I have to keep practicing becuase I'm not very good at it. First of all, Those wafers do NOT just dissolve. Sometimes they need chewing. It's just a fact of chemical reactions. I'm not TRYING to displease god by eating his flesh wrong, it just can be miscontrued that way. If God really wanted his flesh eaten he would have made the wafers in flavours, like Barbeque, Chicken, or Cheese & Chive. Also, with confession, how do you know which things are sins, and which things aren't. Like I can go in there one week and be all "nope, nothing to confess, I'm Dr. Piety" and they'll be all like "Nooooo... you're sinning right now probably." So I stop thinking about those Kate Moss lesbian orgies and focus on all those sins, WHAT SINS? every little fucking thing is a sin. Being jealous = SIN, being horny = SIN, being angry, depressed, overtly happy, listening to bad music, ALL SIN. Even being born is a sin! If you want a sure fire way to elimate sin popey boy, ALLOW CONTRACEPTION.

so it's a nice day, I might get some fairy floss, but not the pink stuff cos all that fairy and pink stuff displeases my supreme overlord. Or so i'm led to belive.
I'd love some wild naked action, so call me if your bored.
Also I realized today that if we ever do discover aliens, there is gonna be some whacked out porn happening right there. Could you imagine being the first person to fuck an alien? That'd be disgusting. But the photos would be lucrative to say the least. How would the poor magazine porn writers feel? "Laxerx345 is from a planet I can't spell, and she wants it bad. Her species doesn't need clothes, and she says she likes men who are green, have an average penis length of 10 inches across their 8 appendages, and sing about how they can't survive in our atmosphere whilst having sex. Only that becuase she has no orifices, she can't really."

I'm out!

SORRY

Unh... I just got my internet back today. It's been down since the end of August so there havn't been any posts.
I have to go and do public drama performances right now but i'll do a HUGE post slog at the end of the week or so. I promise.

LOVE