Has anyone ever realised how incredibly intimidiating the game 'marco polo' is? I've come to the conclusion this game was originally a form of cult/fraternity initiation or cheap entertainment in the Ganges. Think about it. You're blindfolded and then made to wade around like a desperate, unsuccessful mugger or something whilst people throw eggs and shout obscenities like "hey Bessie". When you finally manage to capture someone you have to touch their face and dear god you hope it's not the lake monster or Jonathan Rhys Meyers (like in your nightmares) although you know this is moderately unlikely; you guess these names anyway and are wrong and the tormenting cycle continues.

...other than this, there isn't much else to complain about. I hope your days have been as sunny and delicious and um, inspiring, as spring holidays, frozen sara-lees, bike rides, swishy-haired people, this song and this song and disposable cameras. Oakey-doakey and happy Tuesday my loves.

p.s. has everyone bitter moved to tumblr and if not, drop me a line please:)

The thought of the iPad, or of anything really, replacing books is some sort of joke right? Some sick, scary joke. I feel like that pink tweed wearing, pompous woman from Harry Potter on the rare occassions I've said this but "progress shouldn't be made for the sake of progress". Instead of developing more shiny, expensive procrasination devices, maybe you incredibly smart people could spend more time trying to finding a cure for AIDS or something. Just a thought....
Also, I like this song:



Hello there good looking, talented people who decided to press follow;) And hello my loves. How are you all? Well, I hope.

Hmmm....I really do not know about this whole "cool" thing, I mean people use it in the context of when their mood-rings change colour or to describe those who really wouldn't care if you got drunk and stoned. I don't like this. When I mean cool, I mean jumps out of a burning helicopter after saving a bunch of really cute kittens, opening a giant parachute with Bill Murray's face on it and then landing on a neon orange stage, greeting Annie Clarke with non-chalance, introducing me to her and then you know still having time to write a letter to their mother or make somebody else smile kinda cool. Chyeah.

Sadly, I don't even fit into my own definition of cool because only a loser leaves a trillion assignments to the last minute and seriously considers procrastination workshops. THANK JESUS-MARY-MOSES THAT IT IS FRIIIDAY!

Since I'm failing a bit at life right now I'd frankly quite settle for being rad...



...or being this music video or, you know, living in Darwin Deez's hair.

How have your days been loverlies?

Looky here ladies and gents, I've found remnants of my sticker collection from grade 2 (the year when my dorky sentimentallity collided with my obsessive compulsive need to have everything in row/column fashion). Isn't it beautiful? It's saddens me to think that if teachers didn't become stingy little bitches after grade 5 my collection would be huge and able to house of family of beavers or something. It's also amazing, how, with the depletion of scratch'n'sniff offerings, my motivation in absorbing information about quadratics and microclimates in arid deserts is at a terrible, terrible low compared to my enthusiasm over, well, everything in primary school. Hmmm... I think this apathy is catching and I am sending a letter to Julia Gillard and the like.