monkey with a typewriter IV

2003-11-02T21:03:00.000+11:00

Blogger hates me again. As anyone can see my template decided to randomly fuck itself over. *sighs* *wills template to fix itself* fnord

2003-10-30T17:42:00.000+11:00

Conscious self Overall self Take Free Enneagram Personality Test fnord

2003-10-28T18:55:00.000+11:00

That's all I have to say.fnord

2003-10-27T21:17:00.000+11:00

Tomorrow is maths, and after tomorrow, I'll never have to do maths ever again. And I'm going to burn the maths exam paper, page by page in my brother's kettle barbeque. And I'm going to giggle gleefully. And then I'm going to study for modern. yay. I'm so pining for conversation right now. But almost no-one is online, so I'll make a random list or two. I'm pining for: -conversation, with anyone

2003-10-24T23:52:00.000+10:00

I had a fantastic night tonight. I went to Mike's houseand played video games with him, Luke and Evan, and then watched them play pool. (I suck at pool) There was sexual innuendo, not as much as last time, and deli chips. Twas good. Mike and I played this hideously sexist beach volleyball game which we (eventually) kicked ass at. It only took us five goes. :D So I was on a high from laughing

2003-10-23T21:55:00.000+10:00

Things to say, but no inclination to say them. Yeah I know, I'm lazy. Have a bitch, see if i care. I'm tired. fnord

2003-10-21T19:40:00.000+10:00

Why Kitty bitches. It's really quite simple. Bitching is generally triggered by one of three things 1. Offence against someone I care about 2. Offence against me 3. Boredom I'll go backwards, because, well, I feel like it. 3. Anyone who knows me, knows I'm often bored. And occasionally, I'll resort to bitching to cure my boredom. This is when I bitch about people and things which just piss me

2003-10-19T21:00:00.000+10:00

everyone else was doing it. DisorderRatingParanoid:LowSchizoid:ModerateSchizotypal:HighAntisocial:ModerateBorderline:LowHistrionic:LowNarcissistic:LowAvoidant:LowDependent:LowObsessive-Compulsive:Moderate-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! --

2003-10-19T15:49:00.000+10:00

*giggles* hello. I'm in a good mood. "Why?" you ask. I've gone insane. :D Isn't that fantastic? I wish I had a swimming pool. It's been so hot today. I'm pining so badly for the beach. RANDOM PICTURE TIME!!! legolas kitty! sebastian! collage

2003-10-16T23:20:00.000+10:00

Things that disturb me. -I have not studied. Not really anyway. Token studying, if that. -I am thus FUCKED. No really, I am. Honestly. -I don't even care. I KNOW I should study. I know I should work. BUT: -I have ABSOLUTELY NO INCLINATION to study. -I've been more lazy lately than I have in my entire life. And that's saying something. I'm too lazy to even get myself food. And that's REALLY

2003-10-14T23:47:00.000+10:00

You are Form 1, Goddess: The Creator. "And The Goddess planted the acorn of life.She cried a single tear and shed a single dropof blood upon the earth where she buried it.From her blood and tear, the acorn grew intothe world." Some examples of the Goddess Form are Gaia (Greek),Jehova (Christian), and Brahma (Indian). The Goddess is associated with the concept ofcreation, the number 1, and the

2003-10-14T20:03:00.000+10:00

Everyone leaves just as I need to talk. But that's ok, I don't know what to say anyway. "Hi, my name's Caroline, and I'm lost. Can you help me find.... something..." I remember getting lost in Big W when I was really young. The most potent emotion I felt at the time was annoyance at the women who described me over the store's PA, because she mispronounced my name. It's really the thing that

2003-10-14T18:33:00.000+10:00

I wonder that thou, being, as thou sayest thou art, born under Saturn, goest about to apply a moral medicine to a mortifying mischief. I cannot hide what I am: I must be sad when I have cause and smile at no man's jests, eat when I have stomach and wait for no man's leisure, sleep when I am drowsy and tend on no man's business, laugh when I am merry and claw no man in his humour. Much Ado About

2003-10-14T02:16:00.000+10:00

2003-10-14T01:25:00.000+10:00

Like, blah. I'm so bored. i should be sleeping right now, but I slept all day, so sleep has run away, poking its pointy tongue out at me. Spiteful sleep. I'm feeling so deliciously mean right now. I don't get people who are always nice, or at least pretend to be. It smacks of insincerity. It must be unhealthy too. All that pent up bitching, festering inside of a person. Being a bitch is fun. I

2003-10-12T22:45:00.000+10:00

cranky cranky cranky. Tonight fucking sucks. Hear that? TONIGHT SUCKS. *sticks finger up at entire evening* Too annoyed to post.

2003-10-11T22:31:00.000+10:00

the birthday post Yesterday was my birthday. I'm now officially 18, as opposed to being 17 and merely saying I'm 18. V.cool. It seems somewhat compulsory to detail the event sof my day. So here goes. Midnight First - still awake, and online, talking to Mike. Hinted very loudly until I recieved my first happy birthday. Mike sucks at getting hints. Soon after the first happy birthday I recieved the

2003-10-10T01:06:00.000+10:00

2003-10-08T01:21:00.000+10:00

I had planned to write a relatively long post about last night, and today, but I'm far too tired. So I'll gove you a lazy arse list. Things of note. Yesterday - Jenny's house. - Pizza. Stupid Pizza hut people screwed up our order. We were going to stuff the dodgy pizza into their mailbox, only to discover they don't have one. :( - Queers. Queer Eye, AND Queer as Folk. Mostly to freak Bec out

2003-10-05T23:07:00.000+10:00

Video games + strange male friends = lots of sexual innuendo. also= lots of fun.

2003-10-05T00:32:00.000+10:00

*yawns* Went to the movies this evening. Jared, Mike, Erin and I saw Tomb Raider, The Cradle of Life. It was abominable. The plot was so thoroughly improbable, as were some of the effects. And I still don't get the baboons. But, despite all of that, or maybe BECAUSE of that, it was SO much fun. I had an awesome time. Unfortunately it meant that I missed Jenny online. :( Sorry. *hides from

2003-10-04T00:04:00.000+10:00

Seven days until my birthday. Seven days until I've lived eighteen complete years. Seven days until I can vote in state and federal elections. Seven days until I can buy alcohol. Seven days until I can gamble. Seven days until my birthday. Seven days until I have chinese food with my friends. Seven days until Jared amuses us all with his karaoke skills. Seven days until I walk out of the

2003-10-01T06:53:00.000+10:00

Liking someone is so emotionally taxing. Pfft. Stupid freaking pseudo-not-crushes. Kitty's Recipe for Home-Cooked Unrequited Love Ingredients: 1 emotionally insecure individual 1 beautiful (or at the very least, attractive) individual 1 Tsp fascination 1 Tsp lust 1 cup adoration 3 tsp admiration 1 cup shyness 2-5 tsps guilt 1-3 cups remorse 7 cups self-doubt ½ tsp delusional hope Method: Mix

2003-09-28T23:10:00.000+10:00

This post is for Deon. Not that he reads this blog, but I need to vent. I spoke to him over messenger very briefly tonight, and was practically brought to tears. He was having a whinge that the only photo he got of me at the valedictory dinner feature me giving him the finger. He had a bit of a bitch to me, and then had a whinge to mike saying; "arg.. caroline!! she desided to be a dick and put

2003-09-28T18:38:00.000+10:00

I'm going up the beach! Tomorrow morning in fact. Unless we're running late, which we undoubtedly will be. I'll be up there until friday night I think, so no more posts until then. My poor audience. lol. I love the beach.

2003-09-28T02:03:00.000+10:00

Yesterday was gradutaion, and the valedictory dinner. And because I'm far too lazy to properly describe the events, emotions etcetera, I'll take a page from Jenny's proverbial book, and simply describe yesterday's happenings by way of a Cheers & Jeers. The Graduation Assembly. Cheers to: - Us. For actually making it. For surving thirteen long, torturous years of schooling. For still being alive

2003-09-25T20:02:00.000+10:00

Today was kinda cool. I went to school in a floaty pink skirt, a white top, a white feathery halo and a glorious set of white feather angel wings. It was pretty damn cool. We started the morning with a glitter hairspray fight, and later in the morning, D took us to woolies. I was dressed as an angel, Erin; a fairy, Jared; an ass-pirate and well, Luke as his usual self. Deon wasn't in costume, but

2003-09-24T20:39:00.000+10:00

*purrs* Today was a lazy day. Lazier than normal even. So now I'm comfortably warm and fuzzy and content. Although I'm slightly bored. Jenny is ignoring my mcsummonings. Silly Jenny. V. bad. Am going off to pout in a corner now.

2003-09-23T21:01:00.000+10:00

Today is a very special day. Today was waterbomb day. We managed to get random other year twelves, and we did a run of the local schools. The executive staff at our school took note and decided that if we were going to piss about for the rest of the term, we may as well do it somewhere else. And thus, today became our last day of lessons. EVER. It's really rather frightening. *shivers* but

2003-09-21T21:21:00.000+10:00

Look! Shiny new template! Aint it purdy? I thought so. (don't say ANYTHING, mike.) *dances* I went to Canberra on the weekend, supposedly to see my sister get her head shaved. Didn't happen. *grumbles* I wanted to see my sister bald. Stupid college. On a cooler note though, I had my first cigar. It was cool. And don't give me any shit about it being a filthy habit. One tiny cafe creme does NOT

2003-09-17T22:15:00.000+10:00

I'm grumpy and bitter and fragile tonight. "Your world is too cold even for me" Nothing good comes of wishing for things that will forever be out of your grasp. And nothing good comes of pointedly staring at the gaping flaws in the structure of our brief existance. I try to make these bouts of pessimism rare, but they overcome me of late. Perhaps it's the realisation that the existance I've

2003-09-16T20:13:00.000+10:00

vote in my poll, I command you! Yeah, umm, I have nothing to say. bye.

2003-09-15T18:07:00.000+10:00

*hisses at anyone who expects me to be mature* So what if I'm going to be 18 in twenty-five and a half days. (not that I'm counting or anything) I don't think my impending adulthood should prohibit my buying of My Little Pony toys. (shuttup) I think they're cool, and they smell like youth. *brushes pony's hair with nifty little plastic brush* Yes, I was aware that I'm insane. I like it that

2003-09-14T18:01:00.000+10:00

*marvels at new pretty linkage* mirror writing kicks ass. I'm sure I'll be badgered to post more later. until then...

2003-09-12T21:24:00.000+10:00

*twiddles thumbs* I've instructed, or should I say, ordered, to post. I don't really have anything to say though. umm. I'm tired I'm bored I'm a little lonely I've got a headache I'm wishing I didn't have to do the HSC I'm wishing I was up at my beach house I'm wishing I was thinner I'm wishing I didn't have the impulse to whinge I'm missing.... someone I'm very lonely I've got a sore back I'm

2003-09-12T18:25:00.000+10:00

*considers posting saomething worthwhile* *thinks* NUP!

2003-09-12T17:27:00.000+10:00

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2003-09-12T17:12:00.000+10:00

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2003-09-10T15:10:00.000+10:00

My inner child is six years old! Look what I can do! I can walk, I can run, I canread! I like to do stuff, and there's a wholebig world out there to do it in. Just so longas I can take my blankie and my Mommy and mythree best friends with me, of course. How Old is Your Inner Child? brought to you by Quizilla Anti-Proton -- You are generally a homebody likethe proton, but you are very

2003-09-09T19:48:00.000+10:00

Two fucking slightly self-pitying posts and everyone you know thinks you need advice, and that they're the ones to give it to you. While I appreciated some of it, namely my two favourite Jennifers, some of it, frankly, gave me the shits. I'm not wallowing in self pity, I'm not morbidly depressed, crying to myself at night about unrequited love. I'm quite content actually. I don't care at the

It was Aaron's idea!

2003-09-09T18:24:00.000+10:00

Really! It was all Aaron's idea. *absolves self of blame*

sits and stares at future

2003-09-08T19:39:00.000+10:00

This afternoon I sat on my parents bed, aimlessly thumbing through the countless booklets strewn around me, each designed to give me a purpose in life. None of them did. The Job Guide at least provided me with a little entertainment, as I saw careers such as "cashier technician" and "adult sex worker" (okay, so that one wasn't in the guide, but it's funny nonetheless) The UAC guide dampened my

2003-09-07T22:11:00.000+10:00

I've bee staring at the screen for a while. I don't know what to say. I feel as though there's something to be said, but I know not what. Pfft

Lying vs. Lying (yesterday's post)

2003-09-07T21:38:00.000+10:00

There are two types of lies. Lies you tell, and lies you live. To tell a lie is to intentionally say something that is untrue, for whatever ends. it can be as simple as telling your friend that her arse doesn't look huge in those jeans, or as complicated as multi-million dollar fraud. These are the nice, easy to define lies that we are taught to categorise from an early age. Lying is bad, unless

Obey me!

2003-09-06T00:46:00.000+10:00

Go do my quiz. Please? What is your website's sexual orientation?

2003-09-06T00:40:00.000+10:00

New blog. Yay.

2003-09-05T23:28:00.000+10:00

Blogger sucks total arse, so I made a new blog. It's still needs some tweaking, because there are still random template issues. *cusses* comments will be up soon, I promise.

Thu Sep 04, 12:25:25

2003-09-05T23:25:00.000+10:00

*sings* It's over, it's over, oh my god it's over! DRAMA GP IS OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOHOO!!!!!!!! I think that's pretty much all there is to say. I'm very tired, and my sanity is hanging by a thread. But it's over. It's over. It's over.

Mon Sep 01, 08:07:27

2003-09-05T23:24:00.001+10:00

Blogger still steadfastly refuses to post for me. Bastard. I hate blogger SO much. It's only when the damn thing fucks up that I relaise how much I really enjoy blogging, pointless though it is. *pines for publishage*

Sun Aug 31, 04:21:44

2003-09-05T23:24:00.000+10:00

Quizzes that blogger will refuse to publish. "You must remember this, a kiss is still akiss". Your romance is Casablanca. Aclassic story of love in trying times, chockfull of both cynicism and hope. You obviouslybelieve in true love, but you're alsoconstantly aware of practicality and societalexpectations. That's not always fun, but atleast it's realistic. Try not to let the Nazisget you down too

Sat Aug 30, 10:06:36

2003-09-05T23:23:00.000+10:00

It drives me absolutely nuts when my internet fucks up. I just can't handle it. I guess it's kind of pathetic that I have such a dependency on this stupid inanimate object. But I use the net for so many things! I use it, most importantly, to procrastinate, But also to do research, to blog, to find pretty pictures of Brian Molko and mostly, to catch up with my friends. *pines for an agreeable

Fri Aug 29, 06:44:59 PM

2003-09-05T23:22:00.000+10:00

I don't have anything to say, but my bitch-whore blog won't let me publish my template changes without posting. I hate you blogger. *hisses*

2003-09-05T22:45:00.000+10:00

Blogger sucks ass. Bigly.