Monday, March 30, 2009

lolberry

i just found this in my year nine french book, me and meg attenpted to write a french poem

but it ended up as a song

to the tune of the australian nation anthem hahah

lol here it is

i bet you can't guess what we are singing.

(oh and there are prob spelling mistakes)

la pomme n'est pas la pomme de terre
la pomme pour moi, c'est super
miam miam, juitese et succulente
donnez moi dix vignt ou trente
j'adore la pomme, est tres tres ronde
je deteste le citron
la pomme n'est pas la pomme de terre
la pomme pour moi, c'est super!

ahahahahahh i love it

xx

Saturday, March 21, 2009

hell or glory, i don't want anything in between

i just thought i'd let you know

i love my phone

BlackBerry Bold Pictures, Images and Photos

*swoons*

anyway

today aside from text waring peteroony

i went on a

MASSIVE SHOOPING SPREE BONANZA

ok i lie, there was no bonanza

i just love that word.

so today i bought a lot of stuff

i will elaborate

2 pairs of boots (1 brown 1 black)

2 pairs of stirrup leggings (1 brown 1 black)

1 pair of black wool tights

1 sparkly sparkly headband

1 pair of (lame) school pants (well they are actually quite nice)

( i like captions)

2 pairs of jeans (skinny and flairs)

3 dresses ( plaid, red and grey wool)

2 skivvys (black and creme) (hahahahahahahahahahaha the wiggles)

2 sexy cardigans (red and blue)

1 lilac puff shirt

well i think thats it

but i cannot remember

anyway i had a great time

oh yeah

1 black belt

anyway this is a song that i really like right now

and i have no idea why i like it

it swears alot

the guy who made it looks like a pug on crack

and most importantly

its popular!

like wtf i never go for the popular songs

but what do you do?

just rock out

to the killer beat




netball presentations tomorrow

hope my good friends win something

:D

goodbye my loyal readers

love you :)

xx

Thursday, March 19, 2009

bang the doldrums

I wrote a goodbye note In lipstick on your arm When you passed out

I couldn't bring myself to call Except to call it quits

Best friends Ex-friends til the end Better off as lovers And not other way around

Racing through the city Windows down In the back of Yellow-checkered cars

You're wrong. Are we all wrong? You're wrong. Are we all wrong?

This city says Come hell or high water When I'm feeling hot and wet

I can't commit to a thing Be it heart or hospital

Best friends Ex-friends til the end Better off as lovers And not other way around

Racing through the city Windows down In the back of Yellow-checkered cars

You're wrong. Are we all wrong? You're wrong. Are we all wrong?

The tombstones were waiting They were half engraved

They knew it was over Just didn't know the date

And I cast a spell over the west To make you think of me The same way I think of you

This is a love song In my own way Happily ever after Below the waist

Best friends Ex-friends til the end Better off as lovers

Racing through the city Windows down In the back of Yellow-checkered cars

You're wrong. Are we all wrong? You're wrong. Are we all wrong?

Best friends Ex-friends til the end Better off as lovers And not other way around

Ex-friends to the end Better off as you're wrong









i love fall out boy

untitled

this act is madness
the director leaks sadness
clap on cue please
for his mental disease

Thursday, March 12, 2009

wowza, bing, bang, booodi

hello there

i haven't posted in a while'

so i thought i'd update you

to let you know i havent commited suicide or any of that

anyway on the weekend i went on an awesome holiday

whooo

to renmark and i had a great time

and yesterday it was my birthday

so i am now 15

whoooooo

and can watch big kid movies

whoo

:)

for my birthday i got alot of little things but the main things i got was my hair dyed red

(well streaked)

and a new phone

whooo

blackberry bold

also for ms, iveys english class we have been writing poems

so heres a few

first is an acrostic about an imaginary girl called sarah who is based on a real girl

of a different name

She's always darnright coldhearted
And picky for no reason, with no
Respect or grace for her elders.
Adorers? No, not many but
Her voice is like the sea.

i will only write one more

before i bore you to death

She and me
We were such friends
A shattered glass
It all ends
She and me.

well goodnight everybody

xx