Washi's Words of Wisdom -

Never insult a chicken.
Of all the spiders, Wolf Spiders are perhaps the scaryest to look at.
They are by far the scariest to have crawl over you.
Myasma is gonna get you all.
Never play with your food unless building castles out of mashed potato. Adding egg yokes to mashed potatoes makes this easier. Try it.
Don't be too happy that football season is over. After all, cricket season has started now, and cricket can last for several days.
Evil is always more interesting then good. That's because people who are only good don't have the inteligence to be truely and creatively evil.
People who are mindlesly bad are much the same, but what can you do.
The only problem with voluntary human extinction is the perchant of stupid people to breed.
Harvey Danger was right.
Be careful who you poke you tongue at.
Just trust me.
Never trust a dog with orange eyebrows.
Never trust a scientist with no eyebrows.
Never trust the man with the mystery button.
A man's nightmare is a female lawer. It's the battle of trying to talk to a woman with the added battle of trying not to be out-maneuvered by a lawer. You either gotta be very smart, very witty, or very solid.
Bon Jovi are cool.
Every girl should have at least one poster of at least one musical legend up in their room. It's good karma.
Fo Fai is an evil old man. I want his claws.
Worship Sleipnir. He is your mighty god. cut not the grass unless it is in his name.
Unicorns are evil.
Pegasies are good.
Sometimes not even the jaws of life can save a conversation.
All great wisdom comes from Yoda.
This way lies camelot.
Blood is thicker then water, especially if left out for a while before use.
You would be amased at what you can do with a chicken's heart and a little sage.
I don't mean you eat it either.
Never eat anything thats brightly coloured.
Blue is poison.
Trying to get the whole story is like trying to pick all the blackberries on the bush.
Ouch.
All humans must die.
If your town is being overrun by zombies, it's because some little iddiot is stuffing around with things s/he shouldnt.
Always run under the mummys arm and away as fast as you can. The dead have trouble with turns.
Unless you believe the Mummy movies.
If you find a strange book with chains and odd occultic symbols written on it, do not open it or have anytihng to do with it in any way.
If its not messy, you're not doing it right.
Only Lott speaks the truth. You can tell because he has a lisp.

What do Kermit the Frog and Atilla the Hun have in common?
Their middle name.

"Rainbows are visions, but only illusions"
~The Rainbow Connection, Kermit the Frog
- posted by Washi @ 8:38 pm 0 comments

 
I think I want to clarify. I am by nature very interested in religion. All religion, not whichever one you appen to think of right then. I'm not christian, and it's not just because my family isn't or because I want to be diferent. I studdied religion and the bible at school - in a catholic school I was always the best at religious studies, and greatly respected my very religious teachers. But I couldn't follow that faith. Don't get me wrong, I like Jesus a lot. I think he's cool. It's God himself I've got the problem with. But this is entirely beside the point. One of the religions I took an interest in once was the notion of the Totemic belief. It's very strong in aboriginal culture, and it's something you're born to - Your family has a totem, which you respect as an ancestor. but looking at my family's crest, Our heraldric animal was a Lion. "Royal is my blood" and all that. I went up to Port Clinton with a friend and thought it over, and after much deliberation decided I would try to dream of my 'totem animal', as I percieved it at the time. And, I'll be honnest with you, I was secretly begging for a wolf, as I was totally wolf mad. Still am. But I didn't dream the wolf, and the more I tried to think of a wolf running through the forest, the more I could hear the sound of an eagle cackling at me. I thought perhaps the idea had been planted in my head on the drive back - a large bird of prey was chasing a smaller bird, which lost it by diving under the car. No one knew what it was. But then I had the dream.

It started as all my important dreams did - My brother was driving a car. My fathers ex girlfriends old car, to be exact. Such oddity is standard. In any case, I was dropped off at a beach. I can still remember it vividly - The sand was white, and the place was piled high with seaweed. If I could have smelt it, it would probably have smelt foul. The ocean was a long way below me, and I was on some sort of sand cliff from which I could look down and see it. Everything was in shades of blue-grey and black, even me.
Suddenly, and quite out of nowhere, a massive wave came up onto my high point, knocking me off my feet and nearly washing me out to sea. The ocean retreated back to where it was, and I was left on my high point. Dazed, I started to walk.
Out of nowhere I heard an avian scream. Snapped back to un-reality I looked to my side, where a dead tree clung. Perched in one of it's branches was a pale masive raptor- An eagle. I remember the way it moved far more vividly then the way it looked - It looked grey and blue, like everything else in the dream. Here I realised I had waded into a pool of thick, black and stagnent water that would probably have smelt worse then the beach had I been able to smell. Another step, and I would have drowned. I awoke, knowing that if the bird hadn't woken me I would have stupidly submerged myself in that disgusting briny pool. From then on I adopted the Eagle as an important part of me, and have since become somewhat totemic in regards to him. He is reponsable for my net name: Washi. I have yet to dream of him again, but then I haven't had anything you could really call signifigant happen in my dreams for a while. Escaping from Bluebeard probably only proves I read too many fairytales.

In any case, despite my still strong love of wolves and deep respect for horses, eagles, especially sea eagles, hold my loyalty. Still, I daren't draw them for fear of destroying them.

I know a little of the way Eagles are prercieved around the place, from the symbol of america that is the bald eagle, to the Eagle as the animal totem for spirit, to old man Wildu. I remember Jan telling me that the eagle sees all - He's suposed to be the only living thing capable of looking into the eyes of the sun. And in the story of the magpie and crow he punishes his nephiews by trapping them in a cave with a heap of other birds and lighting a fire to burn them. The moral of THAT story is don't piss of the eagle, got it? He's featured in heraldry because he's a damn scary looking bird, and Seeing wedgies is one of the most wonderfull things you can do. By the by, Wedgies are Wedge-tailed eagles. I've never seen a white bellied sea eagle, since they live on the coasts of every state except this one, but I've seen wedgies at wilpena pound.

In any case, you've all been let in on the secret of my soul. 'What I want, an eagle feather...'

"Wind was blowing, time stood still
Eagle flew out of the night
He was something to observe
Came in close I heard a voice
Straining, streatching every nerve
Had to listen, had no choice."

~Solsburry hill, Peter Gabrielle
- posted by Washi @ 10:59 pm 0 comments

 
Today, I found a picture of a white brested sea eagle. They're bigger then I thought they were - I though sea eagles were supposed to be smaller. Mind you, I suppose 82cm IS smaller then the more typical 1m long bird... Sometimes I feel I made a mistake, thet my dream was lying to me. I think yo myself 'There's no WAY Eagle picked me. I mean, how ridiculous is that? It must have been the other way around'. But I think Eagles got a the tall straw, like lions. Eagles are powerful hunters yes, but when your that heavy it's much easier and a lot more practical to eat carion. Many a time I've seen road kill cleaned up by a Wedgie. And even Eagles can't beat Magpies.

If theres one bird who, through shear force of determination and aggression, deserves to be the king of the skies, it's the Magpie. Woot the Magpie!!
- posted by Washi @ 11:57 am 0 comments

 
I probably shouldn't be at a site with Ninja porn. Not on scool computers anyway.

Tomorrow is the last day to purchase formal tickets. I asked Erin if she wanted to go with me, but she couldn't afford it. I'd take Olivia, but all things concidered that probably isn't a good idea. Maybe I can just keep her to myself. Who knows.

In any case, I suppose none of that is really important. Tomorrow is the last day of term. From then on, my exam revision begins in ernest. When I can find ernest, I'll be sure to move there and begin.

I've been to lovetown. At least, I was told I had - I rather missed it. It's a little 'blink and you'll miss it' place, which are the sort of places I like to drive through just so I can say I've been there. Yay. And they have this feel about them I love. They remind me of the happier moments of my childhood. And the more... physically painful ones. I delight intelling the story of the time I got trapped under a steel slipery-dip (We're talking the big old kind that was probably made ilegal or something. Solid steel). Or the time I got caught on the barbed wire fence. Or the time I ran my bike into the fence around the tennis court. Or the time I fell off the horse and into the ditch with a milk bottle in my hand.

You know, this WAS going somewhere. I was going to launch into a discussion on the psychological implications of a mixed upbringing, but it seems my brother wishes to use the computer. Another time then.

"Crazy are the people walking through my head
One of thems got a gun to shoot the other one"
~Crazy, Seal
- posted by Washi @ 9:42 am 0 comments

 
You know what? After I wrote the post below, when I was picked up, the radio played that song! Cold Chisel's 'When the war is over'. oh my! I was in happy fairy-floss land. Nothing is better then getting high on a tune, and finding a new tune that does it. I'm pretty much pitch deaf, but I seem to have good aural connections. Apart from some minor aural halucinations, I have sound as a memory trigger far more then scent or sight.

Which reminds me, you'll have to excuse the bellyaching I have a nasty habbit of doing here. I figure it's better to be a little bitch here then to the people who occasionally find themselves traveling through my personal solar system. I've been officially classified as a bitch now, which isn't altogether surprising. I must remove my genetics frm the human race! Men of the world, save yourselves! Avoid me and my kind! :Þ

That asside, musk is a niiiiiice smell U@.@U wooo, wozzy eyes. Blah...

There a group of drama students playing their movie right now. It is one of the damn wierdest things I've heard for a while. Since Lauren and My radio show anyway. It was quite ammusing. We took names from the simpsons joke calls, and had wierdoes and nuns and all sorts of fun things spawned from our youthfull and diseased minds. I dread one day finding one of these tapes.

Enough of this sentimental bolderblood, yes?

"How can I go home and not get blown away? Ain't nobody gonna steal this heart away."
~When the war is over, Cold Chisel, babies.
- posted by Washi @ 2:21 pm 0 comments

 
I need to give my site a total freekin overhaul. And a layout that isn't so black. It's gotten to big for it's current format, it's an absolute mess. Maybe when the exams are over, I'll get around to it. That'll be nice, don't you think?

I watched Dinotopia yesterday. I actually thoroughly enjoyed it. Everyone else thought it was too long (Well it would be shorter if you didn't keep stopping it), but I almost wish it was longer so I could have watched more of it. I'm extremly fond of the dinotopian books, and I liked seeing the creatures come to life and the characters mentioned as real, historical people. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy.

My mind keeps playing 'When the war is over' over and over again in my mind. It's probably my current identify song. I like to sing it, but this is neither the time nor the place. My bitchiness has been reaffirmed. The ice princess has returned. Is it okay to be me? Is it possible? Am I simply being stubborn in my inability to react; relate? Or does no one have the right to change me, with tears or fists as they so choose? Do I want to be happy? And more importantly, which way will make it so? In the end, what does it matter? I woll go with the flow, as flows as it goes... And nothing really changes. You can get used to hell, given enough time.




You are Melissa Etheridge!

You are natural and down-to-earth, what you see is what you get.
You don't pull any punches, and your honesty and integrety shine
through in every thing you do. People value your straightforward
manner and mellow attitude.



Take the "Which Empowered Female Artist Are You" Quiz


Some songs sound like poetry when you recite their lyrics. Some don't. For example, Riders on the storm sounds like some sort of odd modern poetry. You spin me round, not so much. Mediocrety rocks like frogs, got it?

One of these days, I HAVE to get a god damn doctor to fix my nose. I hate looking like I never get any sleep.

"When the war is over got to get away. Pack my bags to no place and no time, no day."
~When the war is over,
- posted by Washi @ 12:57 pm 0 comments

 
Washi must die. No two ways about it. I'm teisted and I deserve everything I get. I made my mother cry this morning. I yell and get aggressive. I'm actively seeking my own isolation. Apparently the authority figures have been picking up on it. Mum noted that I was returning to the way I was back in primary school. Hate me, I'm worth it.
- posted by Washi @ 12:13 pm 0 comments

 
Admit it, at this very moment you want to bitch slap me from here to Towomba.

Yesterday was a somewhat chaotic day. Not in deed, but in my own mind. All it all, it wasn't the most plesant. But ranting as such is very theraputic. I bored myself to sleep with an exacting self assesment at the end of it, but as I couldn't get to sleep until midnight I started running out of things to tell me. By the by, I'm completely screwed today. I'm so tired, and I've got to use my brain in overdrive for the rest of the day. Joy for me huh? Not that I've got it any worse then anyone else, you understand. I know I live the golden life, you don't need to tell me. I have both parents, a brother I have a distant understanding with (He's growing up too. Becoming a man and all that. Pretty soon he'll have to shave regularly), and the posibility of a second mother figure being introduced (Along with twin stepbrothers, which still leaves me with the prised position of oldest and female). People seem quietly confident in my abilities to be better then those around me. But that's not good enough, is it? Not when you're 'perfect'. I have the suport, the infostructure, the framework - I have the feminist founding, the imput of cold rationality, and the fire of irrational behavioral patterns. I have the memory, the ability to discount information which confuses my teachings - And as a direct result, any failure on my part can only be brought down to the fact that I am at fault. Somewhere in there my thinking was flawed. I can't blame anyone else - I'm not trapped in the behavioral patterns of one or more parents, I'm not pressured into any form of narcottic, I lack a signifigant other to concider - It's just me. That's why it stings when things don't seem to go right. It's not because it's the best I can do, it's because, with all the advantages I have, my best should be higher. If I can't keep in touch with friends and hold a friendship together, it's because I could not develop the emotional structre necesarry to make it work. If I don't see people, it's because I am the one distancing my self from them. If we have nothing in common, it's because I'm not trying to understand the things they like, or the choices they make. And if there not there, it's because neither am I. And it's importan to realise these things.

When things go wrong, it's easy to rant and rave and curse the skies. It's not as easy to simply get what you want to say out of your system and deal with the concequences. If you engage your defence mechanisms, be prepared for the fallout. I for one am afraid of people, and I'm easily intimidated. My solution is usually to associate myself with people I don't find threatening. But if these people become threatening, I can lash out as a 'Hit them back first' maneauver. It's not an uncommon situation, but most people find themselves higher up in the inherent social structure then I. Those at my level have a tendancy to be more reclusive, and only say things they have either carefully calculated to get a certain responce or are using to show they have a certain degree of knowledge on the topic provided. And let no one tell you there is no social structure - It's the essence of humanity. Everyone has their own place, and each place is another brick in the foundation pyramid. But it's not necesarrily got anything to do whith social status. The biker down the street may have a higher social position then the doctor on the highway - It depends on who backs down when the conflict arrises, and who gets out of who's way. Fights - Real fights - mostly occur when social level is about equal or when one of a lower social level is simply feeling very aggressive and wants to move himself up. It's like living in a freekin massive dog pack. And everyone has their own ways of keeping themselves safe.

Not that My way is the best of course, but it doesn't work too badly for me. It won't continue though - Eventually my body clock is going to succumb to the fact that I am a young female, and subsequently have all the flaws and emotional glitches inherent in my genetics. I don't know if men are much the same or not - After all, most of them are missing a branch off of their chromasome tree, and this causes their mental processes to be wired somewhat differently. But likely there is a guy out there who is almost my exact mindset archtype. If I meet him, I will be sure to break his nose for you.

I think it's important to understand yourself. Not just the good points or the bad points, but the whole package. Why you do what you do, and what ideals suport these actions. It doesn't have to necesarrily be a bad thing - I can give honnest assesments of my friends and their mental responses, and still love them dearly. At the moment I may not like them much, but that doesn't meen I don't love them. Too many people think they have to come together, which I'll admit disturbs me a little.

Anyway, if you're reading this, think about it and ask yourself why certain things bother you while others do not. It's often the best place to start.

"I will not make my house a den of naked midgits!"
~Something Positive
- posted by Washi @ 12:51 pm 0 comments

 
I feel like such a chunk of meet. Up for observal and evaluations, as teachers try to work out if I can be used as their standard for how well they did.

Tomorrow I recieve my final report for the year. To my knowledge it's all b's. No I'm not proud of myself. In recent times I've spent my Physics lesson trying to fight back the tears of frustration, and Math has become almost theraputic in comparison. At least then I KNOW it's the numbers that are out to get me. Everything comes out wrong, and I can't see why. My art was bad because I got it done on time, before he told us how he wanted it done. My physics was bad, but I don't know exactly how because they were discussing my work amongst tehmselves (My physics teachers. Both of them.) and I never understand anything anymore. Am I just becoming slow?
My English was bad because, like I suspected, my 'progressions aren't logical'. I try to be so frekin logical, and I'm still irrational. The only thing that seems alright is my stupid damn information processing, And even that's left a stain on the printer that'll probably never come out. My math is bad and my frikkin teacher keeps on saying that there's nothing he can do. 'I think she'll do better'. Yeah, when? I have a problem, but no one can seem to see it. I can't ask for help because eiher I don't know what's wrong or I don't understand anything anyway. Where is everyone? Why am I distancing myself from everyone I'm supposed to be friends with? Why haven'y I stolen that bottle of french wine in the fridge? And more importantly, why the HELL does my outlook on existence look like Zen? I've never read Zen! I thought it was 'tree falling in the forrest' and all that sort of stuff.

I've never wanted to fly away more then right now. But I'd probably get air sick.

Praying to Eagles for the sun- and the sun for light
Washi.

"Body and Beats"
~Blisterin' the sun
- posted by Washi @ 8:42 pm 0 comments

 
I walked onto school grounds this morning and spent a good few minutes wondering if I'd wandered into Shoujo land. The courtyard was filled with sofly drigting blossum pettals and the dtrees that dotted the quadrangel were snow white with the small flowers. After a moments pause to take in the surrealty of it all I had ten minutes to while away looking at it. My fathers back yard isn't all that diferent.

Yesterday was beautiful. Pure and simple. It was overcast, and a perfect temperature with a wind that itself had no variation of the temperature. The grass was that shade of dark green blue you see in all the English country shows, the affore mentioned blossuming trees has feintly perfumed the air (And I couldn't smell the rotting meat plant of the front) and no one else was around. Everyone in the neighbourhood was out I rekkon, if not that they were down at the soccer game down the street. So it was just me and my dog, and she wasn't moving for anyone.

By the By, leting your hair be blow-dried by the wind is a good way to get an afro going.

~"Fools walk where angels fear to tread"
- posted by Washi @ 2:26 pm 0 comments

 
I am pathetic. Not only in the sence that I'm to lazy to do all the stuff I have to do, but also in the sence that I want to be everything. And I can't. So I try to be just me, but I'm not entirely certain that being me ISN'T being everything. Or nothing. Or a frog, who knows?

Once upon a time, a long time ago, a girl started a Roleplay. It was Pokemon based, but only in that the lead character and the people around her had pokemon. And it was a roleplay only in the sence that the better you wrote, the more battles you won. This is where Angel was born.
I've often thought about her story, and what came from it. I've also often though of what I could do with this story. Because of the way it was written, I don't feel it would work as well as a novel or the like. What I originally thought it would do really well at was a game. Of course, the idea is next to impossible to sell, and noone wants to play a game staring Aleta Silverwell. Still, it'd be cute to see a little Angel sprite runing around like Link. Maybe that's just my twisted mind.

Anyway, the roleplays ended with a sort of eppilogue. After Angel had ascended to her Diva-hood, been stabbed by mercury and left by her fiance (Alright, losing Nathan wasn't a grest loss), she ended up chasing an angel of death around the continent. Come to think of it, I never did say wether or not Julian survived her attack. I guess he did. Anyway, Angel lost everything in this epilogue - She was left in the middle of nowhere, and every so often little L would stop by to taunt her, asking her 'How do you hurt the person who has lost everything?' She didn't know, until miss angel of death showed her her scyther, beaten and scarred, denying any knowledge of her. And thus she learnt the answer - Even when you having nothing left, there is always a way to hurt you. all they have to do is give you back something you lost, and break it.
Aremd with this knowledge, Angel turned L into a statue and left her in the middle of nowhere. I never actually wrote what happened after that. I just realised this - I think it's safe to assume she moved on. She does have a husband and three kids now. As well as an underground crime rink! Alright, that's exadurating...

"Well the rain exploded with a mighty crash as we fell into the sun"
~Band on the run
- posted by Washi @ 6:42 pm 0 comments

 
Tomorrow, I must finish both my math and physics. This is my goal. It's also what I'm supposed to be doing right now, but I'm a mental masochist. And I'm tired and full of fish.

Spring has sprung in the most beautiful way at my fathers house, and to a certain extent at my mothers too. Today was such a lovely warm day I got to wear my hippy-skirt, which has a nasty little hitch of making me feel all feminine and pretty while not actually MAKING me feminine and pretty. Anyway, the plossoms on the next door neighbours tree are beautiful, and their climbing rose is something to observe. Rather sweet of them to let it grow over our ivy, so that we can share it too. The real downside though is that the pool is now filled with plossom petals. Which looks strangely wild and rather like a river I remember camping by. The appearanec was helped somewhat by the centimetre thick layer of dirt on the bottom of the pool. I figured I'd give it a sweep, let thedirt move around and meet new dirt. Of course, the plants with those magnificent orange flowers have all burnt up and died, so I miss them already.

But none of this is anything compared to my fathers garden. He's an avid gardener, and someday he and his fiance want to by some land they can grow plants on. Dad likes natives, and a whole heap have come into flower. One of the lower ones is particularly heady. But that's nothing compared to this one plant out the front. I pitty anyone who has to walk past it.
Anyway, dad brought me out the front to sniff it. Which I did. It smells really heavy, and made my lungs feel nausiated. That rich, heavy, danger smell. And I couldn't quite place it. So I stiffed again, and really felt off. To which my dad iased "Smells awefull huh?" He then explained that he had discovered that this plant was polinated not by bees or birds, but by flies. Yes, the flowers are specially perfumed to smell like rotting meat. I recognised the smell then - It was a stronger verson of that lump of sheep meat mum had asked me to sniff to see if it was off. It's probably a good thing we didn't eat it.

But I think our back yard more then makes up for this. We have a lot of fruit trees, and while the Citrus and the Almonds are done flowering (Our almond tree looks positively divine in ful blossum, by the way), the peach-based fruit trees are all flowering magnificently. We even had parrots in them, which is rather pretty to look at and more then a lottle fun to frighten off. It's a pitty I can't get to the big tree that is as we speak covered from top to root in white and pale pink blossums. It's in the middle of the vegie patch, see?

Our front garden is like a small chunk of bushland. Our back yard is mostly eddible plants - we even have a passionfruit vine back there. Actually, the front yard is extremly dangerous. One of these days there's gonna be a mugger waiting in there for us. and he's probbably gonna be passed out from the smell of rotting meat eminating off the plant, or dead from a bite by one of the many spiders my paranoid mind has told me there are there. I was a lot more inclined to climb trees before I put my hand an inch away from a large and cunningly disguised spider hiding in the trees. I still like to be up high though ^_^;

"Dog!
"Who calls?"
I call, totem. I need your power.
"Have I power?"
You are Dog.
"Am I power?"
You are power.
"You wear my skin. Are you I?"
I wear your skin. I am what I must be.
"I am what I am. What are you?"
I am what I am. I am Dog."
~Find your Own Truth, Robern N. Charette

- posted by Washi @ 9:33 pm 0 comments

 
The following was written on the 10th of September, to be posted on the 11th. It is now Friday the 13th. Oh what joy.

Life can change in a moment. And just when you come to accept it, it turns out... That really, nothing has changed. And nothing will.

I know I complain a lot, and I really have nothing to complain about. I live a charmed life, and I know that. I told my friends about my mothers plans to move to a different state at the end of the year, at which time I’d either move out on my own or live with my dad. Somehow, through the intricate network of news that flies around our group, this got back to her that I felt I was being abandoned. An absolute load of crud, but that’s the way the grapevine works. That’s why I never listen to any of that ‘He said she said this’ crap. I take only what I hear directly from the people involved as fact, and even then I take it with a grain of salt. Different modes of perception and the like. I never know the full story, even when I’m involved.

In any case, mum had a quick chat to me to clarify. Which is the best thing to do in this sort of situation. Keep that in mind - If you hear something, get it straight from the horses mouth before jumping to conclusions. She talked to me about it before - she asked me if I’d move to Queensland with her. To which I replied ‘Can I bring my friends’. Which was the way I felt back then and, while I think right about now I could happily leave this town behind and start fresh, I still have too many ties to this city to be willing to sever them all, and some things about to start I’m not sure I want to miss. I just need some heavy pruning. I was rather hoping she would move -It would get her away from some ‘extra baggage’ people down here she could really do with losing. And it would be a clean, simple break. So I was thoroughly shocked to discover that I resented the idea - It was certainly news to me.

In any case, I suppose it doesn’t matter now. She’s not likely to go anywhere, and we’re going to stay trapped this way until something happens to shake her away. But I don’t think I’ll leave. I’ll probably die here, and I’d have to be taken away before then. Not that this is particularly the place I want to be, but it’s home. I can see it ghosted by the time I’m 37 in any case.

Meanwhile, if my posting plan has gone correctly, today should be the old 9-11. Well, the new 9-11 anyway, since it’s only become a big thing since the plane crash. Actually, we didn’t here about it until the 12th down here. Since we’re almost a day ahead of New York, I woke up wondering where the hell my morning programs had gone.

On a side-note, Cheez TV has returned to it’s all-anime format. Now if it could only be all-new...

Anyway, While I’m somewhat distant from the whole event, from watching Touched by an Angel I can see it’s a big deal for Americans. I mean, how would I feel if the Opera House was bombed? Well... Probably I’d wonder what they had against the old swan that made them what to re-decorate, but that’s entirely besides the point. Crashing the towers was like giving the USA a kick in the nuts. Which probably isn’t a bad analogy, given what they represent. I’m probably going to piss someone off, but the towers stood for America’s monetary virility and the all mighty dollar. They were also rather the ‘My building is bigger then your building, AND there’s two of them’ sort of affairs. Like a collective ‘I’ve got a great big tonker’.
And nothing gets a guy angrier then being dismembered. Thousands of people die in a mud slide, it's an act of god. The Oklahoma city bombing - A tragedy. Kicking USA in the nuts - Unforgivable. And god knows America's little brother, Australia, is gonna follow them around like the lost puppy we are until they get their vengeance.

Call me unpatriotic if you will - I'm not an American, so it's not really a hangable offence. And I remain sceptical about my beloved Australia to the end. This was inevitable. I just wish there wasn't such a high death-count from it. But then again, that's always the way isn't it? Kill of a lot of people, cut the world population down - Think the spirit in the sky is trying to tell us that there are too many of us? It's possible - Hell, anything's possible. That's just the way it is sometimes.

Oh, and by the way - Anyone picking on Muslims simply because they're Islamic deserves to be shot. Or stoned, or electrocuted, or given the lethal injection, or however your particular area likes to kill people. Who do you think you are, ye olde English? Romans?

... Romans... America, Rome, America, Rome, America...

I'm going to have to look this one up I think.

Signing off from under the rock that is our globe.

"If we believe, in the night we trust."
~Because the night

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Many people do not know this, but Pepsi are trying to take over the world. And I am a member of the Pepsi Army. We have had our diferences - When they started advertising with Britney Spears, they violated my 'no ho' policy. But they and my fellow members have since negotiated an agreement, and we installed Shakira as our new poster girl. We don't mind her as much - She reminds me of me, just a good-looking me. She has my goofy way of dancing (when she's not belly dancing), the same tortured violin stretch to her voice, and the same goobery lyrical system. All in all, out compramise has worked.
I joined this army when I realised that KFC made the best french fries, and their poison of choice is the Pepsi. And mine? The Pepsi Max. I'm one of the only people i knw who likes Pepsi. I can't work out why so many people dislike it. I mean, it's not like it's Dr. Pepper...

I wrote some wierd shiznit when i was a tyker. I should retype some of it and put it up on my site. Maybe later.

"For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth."
~Arthur O'Shaughnessy


- posted by Washi @ 3:06 pm 0 comments

 

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	Low
Schizoid:	High
Schizotypal:	High
Antisocial:	Low
Borderline:	Low
Histrionic:	Moderate
Narcissistic:	Moderate
Avoidant:	Low
Dependent:	Low
Obsessive-Compulsive:	Low
-- Click Here To Take The Test --

Okay, I'll buy Schizoid, and If I streached my thought track a little I might be willing to buy Schizotypal - I wouldn't be textbook, but there you go. To be honnest, I didn't even know Schizoid was an actual mental condition. I always just blamed it on my primarry school exclusion, where I was neither italian, christian or particularly interesting.

Oftentimes it really seems a pitty that Lauren came back and chased me around the school that day. I think I was a bit funny in the head when I was a kid. An old friend came back from a distant city and decided to pick up our friendship where we left off. I, however, didn't want friends any more and told her to get stuffed. I ended up running all around the school, bawling my eyes out like a deranged crocodile, with her and a couple of girls I really didn't like chasing after me. Then she hit me with the big guns. 'You promised we'd be friends!'. Ouch. What exactly could I say? I wasn't smart enough to come up with a response. So I got a friend. A friend I could sing harmony with at that.

This progressed to the days of the four girl clique- ours and theirs. You all know them. They are not us. Ours existed to make fun of theirs. And I got to be the spare - Whover was not in the main 'two-girl' group at the time was with me. Which was okay, because I at least got to be useful. It was the other girl who was excluded from the current 'two-girl' group that you had to pitty. How bitter would SHE have felt?
All in all, it prepared me for highschool, and the power-plays inherent in the lower year-levels social structure. It's a very pack-orientated time, a whole tone of new kids with a chance to build themselves a new social standing. Especially me, who had almost no-one who knew me from my old school. So I instantly ended up with the wrong people and ended up freaking most everyone out with some of the wierdeds behavior I think I've ever engaged in in my life. I ran around the school screaming about how worthless I was. Thankfully, most everyone's forgotten that.

...What was I talking about again? Ah yes, wether or not I have a mental condition. I don't believe I do. Nothing sevear enough to hampre me anyway. No more then any other person in this world. No one's quite sane - That's the whole point. That's what makes people interesting and unique, and keeps our world functioning and interesting. Sure it causes wars, but it also causes art.

You know, I just wrote that insanity caused warts. Either that's a vicious typo imp, or I'm onto something...

"Turn out the light, bolt the door
I ain't going out there no more"
~Cover Me, Bruce Springsteen


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