The Centre of All Evil

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i had my very first university interview in balarat yesterday, i was so nervous but the people there were really nice.

we went through my folio and they were impressed with my work, and told me that i shouldnt bother with any other interviews because they wanted me to go there. So IM IN!!!

they said all i had to do now is wait for the letter of acceptance, and that i should organise for accomadation asap.

 

SO LONG MARYBOROUGH I'M HEADING FOR A FUTURE THAT DOESNT INVOLVE UNEMPLOYMENT OR PREGANANCY

 

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

OH MY GOD I HATE THIS SHOW!! I was hoping that maybe this year they would decide that they had finally overdone big brother and yet they are BACK. Like some weird rash you find on your elbow, which disapears for a good 6 months or so and then you find it on your knee! What is so appealing about a show that makes people look like idiot, whore's and total bitch's?

well all is as it should be for the young year seven, their life is alot brighter, they have a circle of friends and i think they're even in this years school play, but i will be sure to keep and eye and a sympathetic ear out for her!

This year i decided to become a member of support seven, which is were you spend 20 minutes every friday morning with a group of year sevens and play games and stuff. And my group is pretty good and most of the get along pretty well with the few exceptions.

One of the year sevens that i see in the yard every lunch time often is eating alone, and i dont see them playing games as many of them do so i decided to talk to them. Well after a couple of days of saying hi i gained there trust and they began to tell me things about themselves. It wasnt until last week did they start to tell me about their problems at home. And eventually they told me that they didnt want to live anymore. I was genuinly shocked. I wasnt sure what to say and i'm still not. I never thought that a year seven could harbour such thoughts. i admit there was a time where i did but that wasnt until i was older and for different reasons. But a year seven. I dont know if i should tell the teacher in charge because it took me a whole term to get them to warm up to me and i dont want them to think i have betrayed thier trust, but i really dont want them to hurt themselves. i have considered giving them the suicide hotline and perhaps my phone number if they need to talk but i'm unsure whether it would help the situation or make it worse. I think the reason they told me is a desperate cry for attention, but i dont know what type or who they want the attention from.

but i do think that i am going to have to make a choice and i hope that it's the right one.

OK. I LOVE MAD!!!!! I LOVE CANT GET ENOUGH OF IT!

This magazine seems to have an endless supply of laughs, even if the spy vs spy is a little repedetive! But i still get a giggle out of it. I was absolutley shattered when my dad told me he had a large box of MAD magazine when he was my age(sometime during the late 70s and early 80s, my dads OLD) but they were stolen. SHATTERED I WAS ABSOLUTELY SHATTERED. In fact you could say i was quite MAD (sorry so lame but it had to be said)

My friend has some from the 70s but because he's such a dumb shit he doesnt get the jokes from it.

 

 

 

 

FREE TIBET!!!!!!!!

excuse me but this whole thing started at a party when the topic of the moon landing came up, and everyone was discussing whether or not it was a conspiracy. so i decided if people believe that the moon landing was a complette hoax and that somewhere in a large storage facility there were the remains of an alien then why not believe that random junk was linked to a large government conspiracy. it was funny at the time because i was slightly intoxicated, oh and kyall i do regret knowing you, no matter how cool you think you are, but hey i'm not in love with an emo so stop being such a hypocrite. if you dont like my space then fine, but i'm not forcing you to continue posting comments, jesus christ you spend more time on this thing than i do.

 

oh and leah, have fun at tom's nerd fest. And when you see him ask him if his aim has improved... he'll know what your talking about.

People who leave stupid comments on blogs neeeeeeed to get a life themselves, i mean jesus fucking christ. You people think it's hilarious to leave a comment and then forget to sign your name. Your all pussy! Oh and congratulations to Leah on wooping their asses with her strongly worded, absolutely correct messages!

THANX LOADS LEAH FOR YOUR BITCHTASTIC EFFORTS!!