Best. Assignment. EVER.
The criteria? Two weeks to choose/create a recipe, five ingredients, 200 words of instructions. 10% of my mark.
My recipe? A cocktail created by James.
The research? Drinking said cocktail.
I love uni.
10:49 pm;
rawrd by Brie
Dear All,
I truly apologise for the severe lack of posts of late (in fact, it has been a month and a day). Now that uni has begun again I believe you will be hearing from me more regularly. There's something about long months of nothing that really doesn't inspire me to write my usual prolific (we're talking quantity over quality here) posts, even though I have in fact done some terribly exciting things. I believe it's the lack of routine and structure, not that uni truly has that much structure...
For your convenience I have, as usual, decided to divide up my post into clearly labelled and easily digestible sections. Or at least I shall attempt to do so, no promises, if I feel an anecdote or tangent coming on I don't really feel up to preventing it. First up, the last months events.
These include; the St Kilda Night Market, the Book Club, the Aimee Olympics, an El Cheapo Mexican Fiesta, Visitations to Nicole's, the Circus and Drinking at Timmy's.
More recently we have My Return to Uni and Epic Amounts of Free.
Last Month
St Kilda Night Market
St Kilda was beach number 6 for the holidays (or possibly 4 if you don't want to separate out different beaches along the one section of coast), though only a brief visit. We basically walked along the pier. Huzzah! The night market was interesting though, I wish I'd had money. So many cute, cheap t-shirts, adorable and oh-so-cartoony bags and just awesome things galore. Designer toys! sigh... I did, however, console myself with the original soundtrack of Disney's The Little Mermaid... and oh that note I may go put it on, tis lucky James isn't here... :P
The Book Club
Yes, the Book Club did commence. It was basically Nicole, Iggi and myself choosing the next three months of books (2 for each) and eating foods. Quite fun. The next one shall be at our place and I'm very much looking forward to it. I do love having people over. The books are Catch-22 and The Five People You Meet in Heaven. I've loved the former for quite a while - practically every sentence is ironic, in either a funny or a painful way - and the latter was on recommendation. I finished it today and I'll admit it made me cry, perhaps it isn't quite the achievement it usually would be considering my fluxuating hormones (Yes, I'm sure you wanted to know that) but it's a brilliant book nonetheless. Short too, if you see a copy then steal it, I dare you - just not my copy. Basically, it begins with the end of the life of the main character. He thinks his life was entirely useless and without meaning. However, the five people he meets each teach him something new about the reason for his life, and how much it impacts on other people. No man is an island. I'm not going to rave about the other book, I love it too much.
The Aimee Olympics
Well, except for the whole running into a wooden beam and killing my nose - which, incidentally, my dad believes I may have actually broken considering the pain and/or bruising - it was much fun. Even if Aimee was late... heheh. Much relays were competed in; three-legged race, leap frog, potato and spoon, sack race... We won, the fact that we had an itty bitty team is entirely irrelevant. As the judges pointed out at the beginning, it's everyone else's own fault for not swapping teams to make it more even. I had a few nice chats to people, and kudos to Bessie and his mum for taking me to Pakenham :)
El Cheapo Mexican Fiesta
Long delayed but definitely el awesomo. Yes, that is Spanish... cough. I love board games, and board games and sangria are a wonderful combination. I'm going to make that stuff again and again and again. It was fantabulous to see everybody, I really think such dinner parties should be a regular occurrence, the huge amount of dishes were worth it I think. And the effort of putting it all together really wasn't too bad. So long as people provide monetaries to cover the cost :P Maybe next time it should be sushi and miso soup? I'm sure Zebe would just love that... or Chinese? Dim sims and other such fun stuff. Thai is good too. Next time there shall also be cake, I have a cake tin/thingy now! :D
Visitations to Nicole's
I hadn't seen Sophie in ages. That was nice, and more sangria? How could it not be much fun? I think I'll leave it at that. Uni really does have its advantages, there are so many more people up in the city now. I mean, I love you Nic, but it's nice to see all my other friends too :)
The Circus
The circus in Moe, and James having a night off... Huzzah! It cost twice the price I was told, and concession apparently only meant only old people (One of my pet hates, not specifying which concession) but I enjoyed it anyway. My brothers came along too. The acrobats were very funny and the horses, monkeys and such were interesting. The only downside (apart from stale popcorn, random club music playing and the aforementioned high price) were lion balls. I mean seriously, I could have happily lived my life without having lion balls dangling 2 metres in front of my face. Possibly a little closer than that. I can't believe James didn't notice. I mean, I didn't mean to notice, but I was looking at the stool rather than the lion when it first started climbing on and it was kinda impossible to miss... they swung all over the place. And after that it was impossible not to see them. Ugh. Luckily, the lions weren't on for long. I'm guessing fiery hoops are banned by the RSPCA. A few quick facts, this was the 26th generation of Australian bred lions, this means that lions either have a much shorter life span than I thought or they've been around for quite a long time, and their names were Simba, Mufasa and some entirely un-Lion King name that I've completely forgotten. I'm not sure what was wrong with Nala. Especially considering they weren't fussed with naming a lioness Simba.
Drinking at Timmy's
Too many cookies! I played that King's Cup drinking game with Zebe, Foxy and Nic after eating quite a few more of Zeb's delicious bickets than I should have. The result? A terribly bubbly tummy :( I hate bubbles. It's why I usually pass on these type of games, there's just too much softdrink involve. I'd had less than 4 standards over the course of the night and definitely no more than 2 during the game and I still felt like I was going to throw up. Ick. I felt better after a little while though, and I enjoyed the conversations later in the night. Huzzah for making Simon feel awkward. And huzzah for midgets and motorbikes. I'm not sure if I want to summing up that entire reoccurring conversation, but basically it involved an underage midget and a man on a motorbike, the Irish police, orgasm/terror faces and smashing into trains. Mostly in that order.
James and I also watched Pathology, recommended by Simon, the night after. I concur, it really is a good movie.
More Recently
Well, back to uni yesterday. I had a one hour lecture and a 15 minute tutorial. Our conclusion was that it was pretty much the best tutorial we were going to see all year. There wasn't really any work to do in the first place, but when the tutor Michael went to show us how to use a particular program via projector he found it didn't work. IT services didn't seem to have started work for the year yet... so he got out some whiteboard markers instead. All four of them wouldn't work. So he basically told us we could go. Oh so awesome.
They overbooked it though, and I'm one of three people who didn't have a clash with the one they were trying to put us in instead (we needn't one person to swap). That would have made my timetable really suck - two days with only a one hour lecture and another day with a 3 hour break as opposed to mostly awesomeness. So I swapped today's class to create a clash... heheh.
It also meant I could buy Sound Relief tickets. Which sold out anyway... they released some extras though so I'm seeing it with Nicole. Huzzah!
I love my mum. She randomly called up last night and told me that if she were my age she'd really want to go and offered to lend me the money... without me evening mentioning how much I wanted to go to her. She really is fantastic. I was not expecting that at all.
Another fantastic thing that happened last night is the epic amount of free stuff that was received. A couple who are friends of Shelley's (James' sister) are moving overseas (fairly unexpectedly I think) next week and had a house full of stuff that they didn't think was worth either selling or taking with them, especially since a very well-paying job awaits. So this includes kitchen utensils, muffin trays (I'm celebrating by making some muffins :D), many bowls both normal and salad, a blender, a microwave rice cooker, a pretty platter, a sub-woofer, four chairs (though they were cheap instead of free) so that we now have four around our kitchen table and, my personal favourite, a
yukka. If you don't understand the awesomeness of this then click it, it's linked. Mine's cooler, if suffering a little from heatstroke... stupid heatwave. They're my favourite plant... I call them baby palmtrees :D They're $50 or so I think, so I never actually expected to end up with one. I'm glad I asked... They were going to be giving the whole pile of plants to someone already, but since I did he said I was welcome to take one. Bloody thing was spikey though.
It was a little strange shopping in someone else's house though, so we all felt a little awkward at the start, but they did need to get rid of things quickly, and poor uni students are really the perfect solution I guess. Their comment was that half of the kitchen things they'd collected or been given over the years anyway, and I'm sure we'll pass on stuff in a couple of years too.
Today I had a studio which was entertaining, they've organised it so there are four projects and four classes which we're going to rotate between. Each project has a different sessional staff member from outside of the university, basically because Monash likes to "bring in the real world" as it was put. I've got Niko Spelbrink first up and he is apparently quite big in typography and the like. He's a bit funny, he jumps from (mostly unrelated) anecdote to anecdote while talking to us - I think he'll take a little getting used to.
He was talking about a logo/signage he designed for an octoplasty (sp?) surgeon, basically everything that surrounds the eye, he did a few years ago. As he was describing it I realised it's a place I walk past everyday, it was a bit funny. Turns out Chris also knew of it as he was doing work experience at Monash in 2005 and Niko was around then too, and he happened to be working on it. It's true, no man is an island.
Brie
7:13 pm;
rawrd by Brie
It hasn't even been a month since my last post! *Congratulates self*
I thought today deserved a post due to an epic occurence. I got a pet. In fact, two pets. Or goldfish anyway. The tank is about 30-35L and all I have are my two little comet goldfish and a fake plant. Very amused. There were a few troubles with the fish bowl (like a hole) but James is an awesome and now they're happily (I hope) swimming around. I'm happy too. They're named Sarasa and Tancho, after the variety of comet that they each are. One's gold/orange with a white face and the other is white with a oval splodge on its head.
I love fish faces. They make me laugh.
I also saw some terribly exciting types of fish... too expensive for me though lol. I didn't want to pay $20 for one when I could get $4 fish. There'll be more to join them, but just not quite yet - It's going to be a gradual process.
But anyway, all I've been doing lately is bumming around and reading (Plus a few trips to various beaches, very enjoyable. Thank-you Timmy) due to a severe lack of work. Another effect of this lack is little money, so all my fantabulous plans for summer haven't really eventuated. But oh well, there will be many more summers. If it were a perfect world I'd be eligible for this new grant to students, but I'm pretty sure I'm not.
Thank-you Nic for keeping me so amused with all those books you've been forcing on me. On the way to a party on Saturday night he made me take 4 with me...
I did see Billy Elliot on Saturday with Dad and Nana though, poor Mum came down sick. I expect she'll drag Dad along to it in a few weeks time. It was very funny, very sad and very impressive. Two favourite scenes - a friend of Billy's dressing in his sisters clothes (complete with giant dancing dresses) and a scene with just Billy dancing with an older Billy in the background. This kid was ridiculously talented. (There's five of them) The older man obviously had a lot more finesse but it was amazing to see. If you do get a chance it really is great, probably one of my favourites - even if their georgie (sp?) accents are a little hard to pick up on at first.
Hmmm, what else.
Oh yes, there was a shocking experience that concluded with a mildly electrocuted James and mango on two of the three walls in the kitchen, across the floor, inside a cupboard and hopefully no where else (Because if there is then I'm yet to find it). The previous round of mango daiquiris were delicious though, it was just Nic and James and I. :)
We also spent a night in Waratah Bay where James got rather drunk and I ended up talking to Timmy, Sam Burton and Mark Baker until 4 am in the morning. It was wonderful. Sam has matured so much and I can't believe I never actually spoke to Mark (We figured out the only class we shared was Graphics and we always sat across the room from each other). Discussions on science versus religion (primarily on whether you need some degree of faith when it comes to scientific facts), however, tend to lead to the caravan park owner turning up... oops.
Also, James just pointed out I'm back to being number one under 'Pointless Palmtree' on google. About bloody time. Each of the 10 top links used to lead to me... but I digress. I just found this entertaining:
The Blog of Breeza
James: i feel its time for another one of my pointless rants, that rant on about goo and other equally unsatisfying satisfyingly feel good moments that dont ...
pointless-palmtree.blogspot.com/ - 77k - Cached - Similar pages
I don't even remember that. What goo?
I might leave it at that, anyone else been up to anything exciting?
10:12 pm;
rawrd by Brie
I was tagged for one of those funny things by cerry quite some time ago, so... here it is:
"6 or 7 random things about me, then tag another 6 or 7 people" I also no longer know that many people who blog, and I don't want to inflict it on zebe again. So, I'm sorry but it ends here XP
1. I am a collector of boxes. I don't even know how many shoeboxes I have back at my parent's house but here, I can see seven on my shelf, just at a quick glance. I especially love those ones they sell at the warehouse, or the reject shop. My favourite is a white one with rainbow spots, it was from Maddy I think.
2. I hate the way James pronounces 'vase'. He does it to annoy me, I know, but it makes me want to throw something at him. It's lucky it isn't a word that comes up very often. (><)
3. My favourite vegetable is the eggplant. It has absolutely nothing to do with the taste - though I do quite like them in focaccias or a thai curry - I love the deep purple colour and the shape. I honestly have no idea why, but they are things of awesome. Carrots just don't cut it.
4. I used to be a ridiculously fussy eater. I still am, to some degree, but nothing close to what I was. I actually ate (and enjoyed) prawns and calamari on christmas eve, a far cry from when I never ate any seafood... every time I went to a restaurant with my family I always ordered chicken nuggets and chips (under 11 or 12) or some variant of chicken shnitzel or parmagiana (until about 15, 16)
5. I wish I had my mother's handwriting, or even Nina's. Mine always seems to look so immature in comparison, it seems a pity that the art of cursive writing isn't regarded as important anymore, I was lousy at it, but I think it looks beautiful.
6. My typography class last semester was fantastic (for our oral someone sang a love song about a font. hilarious) but it's a little irritating with how much I notice different fonts now. Like helvetica, I mean, I knew that it was everywhere, but now I actually notice it. I thought the whole point was that you weren't meant to notice it? "It's like air - it's not there". Supposedly. I also noticed that 'Quantum of Solace' is written in Futura (The same as futurama), and ugly fonts get on my nerves. Like Nelson's in Traf having a beautiful menu with wordart titles. Ugh.
7. I don't like having a clock in my room, I did used to have a radio/clock thing, but I got sick of always being reminded of the time. Now I only ever use my phone, I very rarely wear a watch. Mum wanted to get me one for my 18th but I asked her not to. Obviously I do need to know the time sometimes... but unless I have to be at work, or maybe have a show I particularly want to watch, then I don't really care.
fin.
3:56 pm;
rawrd by Brie
Guess who has internet again? HUZZAH! It was set up today, and I'm much too excited to blog properly right now, but don't worry, I'll be writing fairly regularly now :)
But for the moment... here's one I prepared earlier;
Just a little note before I embark on my epic anecdote: James and I do not have much access to the internet – it’s yet to be set up. Therefore, I’m writing this as I go and uploading it when I get the chance. Maybe I’ll even back-date it if Blogger lets me… Enjoy.
The Early Hours of Saturday Morning (the 22nd)
Tonight a most successful and inopportune experiment occurred: successful in that it created something of much joy and joyness. It was spontaneous and exciting. It didn’t poison us. It was inopportune because it means I had to walk home and get up at 7:30 am or so tomorrow morning… in order to do more walking. Not. Impressed.
But I’ll begin at the beginning.
At about 7:30pm this rainy, rather cold, Friday evening I paid Nic a visit. The purpose was to watch the new Ghibli movie [very fun] and just generally appreciate the awesome-ness that is his company. The method of transport – due to the afore-mentioned unpleasant conditions – my car. You may already be making guesses as to what occurred. I’m sorry dear reader, but you’re probably wrong.
After watching the movie we began googling, it was all entirely relevant at the time but not really important to the story. The end result was that, after discovering Irish Mist is apparently good with Blue Curacao and Lemonade [this is so I won’t forget], I happened to mention that a family friend of Nicole’s made Kahlua as a Christmas present. Nic, being the very enthusiastic googler that he is, of course seized upon this comment and looked up the recipe.
Kahlua is, in fact, made up of very few ingredients; four out of five of which happened to be within 2 metres of us. The fifth was borrowed from upstairs and the experiment began. Unfortunately we didn’t actually have enough storage room for the result. And so, of course, we just had to drink some of it. Oh the joyness. As I said, we were not poisoned and it was a most successful result. Even if Nic was rather impatient for it to cool down… and we used up all the decent coffee. And vodka.
And here comes the inopportune part. As you’ve already guessed, I’m sure, I was [and am] in no condition to drive my car. Luckily, it has actually cleared up into quite a nice night [or morning]. Unluckily, the place in which my car is parked becomes ticket parking only as of 8am. Ugh. It was so worth it though.
And this is where the anecdote ends and the information on the exciting, not-very-shiny-but-new apartment begins.
Firstly, I never want to lug things up stairs again. James, who lugged up the fridge and washing machine, likely thinks I’m a wuss. Here is where I point out that I had a ridiculous amount of trips up and down [I lost count, but it was over 10] those stairs before he even arrived. And it all had to be lugged down to my car from my box in the first place. Also, I have no upper-body strength. Ugh.
Unfortunately for James I had to leave as of 3:30 that afternoon, my parents needed to go via the box for my fridge and the hired trailer had to be returned. Furthermore, the handy man was still painting the bedrooms… so everything was left in the lounge. Poor James.
I’m here now though, and I’ve been very nice. I’ve done more than my share of cooking and cleaning as James had three exams, plus work this week. I, on the other hand, had no work and finished Uni quite some time ago, I don’t mind.
The place is pretty much square. Think a decent-sized lounge in one corner with two big rooms going down one side and a bathroom/laundry/toilet [it has a shower and a bath] and kitchen down the other side. There’s also a small balcony off the lounge. My room is the one in the opposite corner to the door, between James’ room and the bathroom.
There have been a few issues so far. The first is that we actually have no kitchen chairs. We do however have a lounge, thanks heaps to Nicole and family. Not really something you want to sleep on Zebe, but I promise you can have my bed.
Also, on Wednesday night the hot water decided it didn’t want to come out of the hot water tap. In fact, not even cold water wanted to come out of it. James braved a cold shower but I chickened out and borrowed Nic’s. Unfortunately for me the plumber called while I was over there and I had to walk back as it bucketed down. So really, I had two showers. ‘tis all good and dandy now though.
There are still a few things that need to be done, the bathroom is being painted and the lights all replaced, but overall I’m very happy with the place. I love having a kitchen. Last night we occupied ourselves with the creation of food. It’s really better value for money than a movie was my reasoning. James’ choice was chilli oil [I had it in my omelette this morning, rather tasty] and mine was chocolate chip biscuits.
Unfortunately they ended up as lumps of chocolate [milk and white] with remnants of dough around them. Apparently, in this particular recipe the author wasn’t – as they usually are – stingy on the amount of choc-chips. And of course we pretty much doubled the amount given, as you do. Also, the white chocolate was those rather big chocolate melts instead of bits or chips… and this led to an excessive amount of chocolate.
The result was piles of chocolate surrounded by thin, wafery, biscuit – which immediately broke when I tried to get it off the [pizza] tray. However, all was not lost, cookie mash went very nicely with our bottle of champagne, and I’ve been picking at cookie dough all day. Oh the glories of having a fridge. We even have magnets courtesy of mum.
Not all of my cooking feats have been such [disputably] disasters however. The chilli and garlic pasta was quite nice, and the tacos [my favourite meal] were of course delicious. They always are. The Thai green curry was good too. James has a fantabulous cookbook, so we’ll be eating all sorts of tasty food. Hoorah!
On the topic of fantabulous food; when our Day of Reckoning [or house-warming gathering, and yes it does deserve capitals] occurs I plan on making an apple pie from scratch. Don’t worry; I’ll test it first – so as not to poison everyone. It’s going to be one of those affairs when you wander in for food and drinks at whichever stage you like during the day – we don’t know the neighbours yet so we don’t really want a night party. So expect an invitation for December some time. There’ll be a door prize.
Well, it’s now 1:30 and the affects of the caffeine seem to be wearing off. Another reason for it to be inopportune I guess. I’ll be back. Did you read that with an Arnie accent? I hope you did.
Love you all.
5:27 pm;
rawrd by Brie
It's been over a month. I'm ashamed... I haven't gone this long without a post in ages. But I'm back now, so you may all breathe a sigh of relief :P
And yes, trust me to notice the shoes.
I'm much too lazy to tell everyone what's been happening in all this time, just much uni work and too little sleep - but I'm free now. Well, actually I'm most definitely not free. Next week I'll be working everyday except Monday. Huzzah! I badly need monetaries at the moment I'm afraid...
The most important 'huzzah', however, is in the housing department. I shall be moving in to our new place on the 14th [James isn't until the next day - I win] of November and I am very much excited. It happened so much quicker than we both expected, it was the first place I looked at and the third James did [Due to my folio week]. We'd only been looking for a week. Poor James couldn't get in contact with me when the real estate agent rang and had to rush over to Caulfield. My bad. But all is fantastic now - the signing on the dotted line occurred yesterday. Though we will be couchless for a little while yet, I'm getting one from my parents for Christmas.
And no, I won't put the address online. But it is in Hawthorn :)
As soon as I have the money to afford it I shall be buying one of those amazingly round/huge fishbowls in the shop down the road too. And a fish. Or two, or ten. I'll see. I need to look into what kinds won't eat each other. It shall be awesome anyway.
And there will be some kind of celebration once we're settled in too, but not straight away. James has exams the following week and those of you who are especially organised and/or date-savvy will realise that toolies is the next weekend. I'm looking forward to that one too, though not quite so much as moving in.
My favourite thing about a house [as opposed to a box] is that visitors actually have room to sit and/or sleepover. Mmmm shall be good. James didn't really understand my logic yesterday when I said that though neither of us really drink tea or coffee [excepting the nyummy bought kind] we ought to have it on hand in order to be able to offer it to people. It makes perfect sense to me - even Nic has coffee so that it can be offered to Iggi. Besides, I happen to like drinking tea with people :)
For the moment though I'm thinking I'll go sit out in the sunshine with my book... Enjoy your exams :)
2:36 pm;
rawrd by Brie
Some interesting things I learnt in Typography (over the last three lessons).
- Eric Gill, the creator of the popular Gill Sans and Perpetua, practised not only incest (with sister and daughters) but beastiality. His photos freak me out, just a little. He also based his lowercase 'g' on his glasses.
- The type-face Bank Gothic is used by 30 Seconds to Mars, Hancock, Robot Wars and Obama's campaign.
- Mariyln Manson uses the same typeface as Westlife.
- Paul Renner, who created Futura, has been re-incarnated as a sock-puppet. He likes to flirt with typography teachers somewhat. Futura is Futurama's font of choice.
- Copperplate Gothic is a much more appealing font when a cheesy song is written about it. Especially when accompanied with decent guitar playing and included puns.
- The 'iPod font' is in fact not new or exciting. It is Myriad Pro Semi-Bold, available on all Macs for years.
- Metallica own a movie, it's never been released.
the end.
I Am
breeza
# a blonde female
# 166 cm tall (5"5)
# possessed of brown eyes
# 19
# easily entertained ~ just comment me (^^)
# likely drawing or reading at the moment
# or doing homework
# generally bored
# a lover of shiny things
# wanting to become a graphic designer
# always happy to be
... *pleads*
# *insert interesting fact here*
I can be found
on vf
and on deviant art
and why not click here while you're at it?
or here
Today I feel
# sick of homework and silly managers
# but that life is otherwise great
# in need of a better job
# like hugging james... though i'm worried i'll distract him too much
# optimistic
# like starting up dancing again
craving right now
# james
# money
# time
# about 20 different designer toys. Especially OX
# maybe a trip to the zoo
# a pretty, cartoony debit card... must design one
# a new blog layout. 'tis on my to do list...
# an excursion to a beach [that isn't argued about and cancelled]
# a stickybeak at various galleries
# more hours in which to sleep
# my james, my blanket and a thunderstorm
# brains
# population for Oddlum
And I Quote
Days of Our Lives
James: The cahoot turns gay, :) gets married to :P, :( get smurfed by the police before finding out his a female lesbien and some one dies all in the first 5 minutes
Tim: B) comes out of his coma to find that :) ditched him for :P, and S) dies of face deformation
Hachan
Tim: Is hachan an object or a japanese person?
James: yes tim, coz breeza has a japanese person locked up in her cupboard at home
James: you dont do you bree???
Tim: 'Course she does. She flattens sandwiches and gives them to him under the door
James' Eyebrows
Emily: i go away for 4 days and you guys are back to being crap, gosh. since james is
passed out we should draw on him or shave his eyebrows off. *shaver appears just as magicly as emily did*
Emily: *james has no eyebrows*
Emily: i wonder where they went...
James: WHORE!!!
Brie: aha... they must have magically reappeared though emily, he had them this morning
Brie: i think your mc-shavey gadget is broken
Brie: want some stickytape?
Morning
Emily: morning eh?...
Brie: yes, that thing that exists before midday
Brie: come and we shall never speak of the disgusting thing again
Necrophelia
James: hey, [Annie] just roared!!! *SHOOTS THE LION REPEATEDLY*
Annie: see what i mean? ROAR :P... *scares james to death with particually scarey roar that no one else was scared by*
Brie: but now i have a dead girlfriend AND a dead boyfriend!
Brie: i don't like this at all... *wails*
James: LOL brie likes dead people :P
Brie: wait... am i a necropheliac now?
James: i dont know brie, you tell us
Brie: well i didn't think i was... i think i'll go back to wailing now
James: lol
Brie: *glares* not funny
Annie: How could you James? *comforts brie* its ok breeza just cos those you love are
dead you dont have to wail, be happy...
Angelo: *gets the popcorn and coke*
Angelo: *sits back and watchs*
James: can i have some of that, ive got beer :D
Brie: ooooh... it's a movie now is it? does that mean i get paid?
Brie: and that's a fair point annie, however being a necropheliac is generally
looked at as a bad thing in today's society. hence the wailing
Brie: ...i don't want to be jailed
Brie: and beer is icky
Emily: are they dead dead? or zombies? or vampires? your going to have to be a bit more specific,
there are lots of different kinds of dead... and none of them like beer, as no one should
Annie: i'm most definatly a zombie!! Beer is icky... and just dont have sex with james, therefore
no sex with the dead and thus no being thrown in jail
Brie: i'm not sure i like that idea... if he were to be a vampire i don't think he'd count as dead though.
vampires are UNdead. so no necrophelia
Emily: techniquely vampires are dead, reanimated but dead, hey an you do no zombies rot, right? and they have no
souls thus cannot think for themselves can only do the biding of others, right?
Annie: meh... sounds like me...
Angelo: *nods and smiles*
Brie: so if annie's rotting... does that mean if we find any limbs lying around the school they fell off her?
Brie: and lawyers ARE vampires, so chances are they won't be too harsh prosecuting me for said necrophelia
Emily: ha ha vampire porn
James: hmmm... luckly jesus taught me the secret to the resurection, so in fact, the stone has been rolled away
Brie: hmmm resurrecting hey? you aren't the anti-christ or anything are you?
Brie: because that could get me excommunicated
Annie: *eats james' top smarts, being a zombie and all* BRAINS!
Annie: *is still hungry, rips off emily's head and sucks out her brains* BRAINS!
Running and Screaming
Emily: anyway james what is more fun than running and screaming? running and screaming while stealing a watch? running and
screaming and throwing water bombs? fun things include running and screaming
Emily: or your not doing them right... well screaming at least......
James' Rant
Tim: I've been gone for too long... one day it's magical mushrooms, now it's monkeys. Are they magical too?
Brie: ALL monkeys are magical, silly
James: bout time all my minions returned to my self confessed fortress of ultimate power kind of my flying dagger ish giant extravaganzer *takes another breath* that swims thru the sea killing all sorts of...
James: ... witches and lions that are tamed, yet wild at heart and crave and urn for dire love that is unjustifiable, yet strangely requirable, but still manifesting in their heart, while their eyes ...
James: ... traverse the holy pyramids built by our own god forsaken jesus christ, before he offed him self while watchin a transformer performing erotica on a polar bear while it watch's two people express ...
James: ...their undying hatred for the food which the chief served, it was as tho, the food was rotting and yet the people had finally returned to the true place of discussion...
James: ... Bries Blog :D
Passion Pop
Tim: *steals passion pop off emily and retreats to hiding*
Brie: *pouts* but i want some passion pop....
Brie: you're using my blog to steal it, i believe that entitles me to at least a little bit
James: Here you go brie *as james pulls out a conspicously conveinient case of passion pop.*
Brie: yay!
Brie: *takes a sip*
Brie: *spits it out quickly*
Brie: ick
Tim: Quick, dilute it with vodka, it will taste better.
Party Story
Hidden for your mental well-being.
Click the title to view the story.
I Just Lost the Game
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James: I LOST THE GAME!
Annie: they will if they read your comment to tim...
Tim: Do not, under any circumstances, scroll down. You'll lose the game.
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James: I LOST THE GAME!
Double Image
Tim: fucker, i mean... that was James *shifty eyes* again
James: hehehe, all i going to plan.... hang on... this is tim talking *points to tim*
James: no it was me
James: nuh uh, it was me
James: LIAR! it was so me
James: Candy mountain charlie
James: ahhh... i have gone and confused my self
Tim: and me :(
James: I need sugar. And alcohol. And caffeine.
Tim: \/ \/ \/ DONT Scroll down \/ \/ \/
James: oh the pain. the confusion
James: /\ /\ /\ SCROLL UP /\ /\ /\
Tim & James agree for once: This ends now.
James (the real one): is any one else confused, coz i just rocked up, and from the looks of it, tim is being gay, dont listen to tim if he is impersonating me
James: on the other hand, if you see me imitating tim, make sure you believe wat i say 100%
Tim (also real): You started it
Tim & James agree for once: pfft, now it ends
Tim & James agree for once: pfft, now it ends
Tim: only JAMES would be retarded enough to double post
Later, over MSN
Brie: do you want to explain my chatterbox please?
James: *runs out the door* *car starting sounds* *car tyres screeching**door slowly closes* ....
Boosting Emily's Self-Esteem
Emily: i do not like the additions to 'and i quote' as im not in them except for my non existant passion pop being stolen
James' Rant #2
James: i feel its time for another one of my pointless rants, that rant on about goo and other equally unsatisfying satisfyingly feel good moments that dont exist yet want to be in emily imaginairy passion..
James: ... pop, yet whenever they try they are whipped bakc into line by one of tims wierd kinky sex whips that he cracks, it has gottne to the the point where he seeks to spread his irrelevant confusion ...
James: ... and interopability while maintaing that elmo does in fact have a none gay sexual relationship with ernie, in the mean time ernie is only getting more sadistic towards zebe, so much so infact ....
James: ...that the overly sadistic things that are being done actually look like kind jestures of love from ernie, zebe doesnt appreicate them tho, she just burns them in the nearest appearture science ....
James: ...industrial incinorator that she passes, thankfully due to the fastly approaching distant pass, there are many of these machines on each street, one only needs to look at msn to see half a dozen...
James: ...all of which are not operational at the moment because the effiel tower is still standing despite being past its use by date, yet they seem to paint the thing each year, and by year i mean 666 days.
James: conveniently 666 is allso the number which abraham lincoln was thinking about as he was assassinated. unfortuntely because brie is being distracting, is shall finish my rant on assasinations.
Tormenting Maddy
Maddy: maddy begins to join the convo, hears what brie has just said and RUNS AWAY... but not really. MR CHARLES IS BORING!!!
Maddy: save me from the crappy schoolness
Zebe: naww, poor maddy getting stuck with mr charles all year.. they really need to replace him!
Emily: yeah but who then would torment maddy?
Zebe: you?
Emily: well thats a given
Excursions
August
the 3rd ~ this day shalt be wicked
08/08/08 ~ Brie becomes not quite so old as James. She is also going to Number Eight restaurant
August the 16th ~ Emimly has a non-party party
4 Months Before Christmas ~ Zebe gets to eat birthday cake. Preferably drugs.
the Lucky 13th ~ We all get to dress-up for Zebe's party.
Party Story
Instructions: Over the course of the night add your own section to the following story.
Please do not delete or change other people’s work, and it would be appreciated if the story could actually be followed. FOR GREAT JUSTICE
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Over in the hill, in Dutch land, there once was a one eyed fuzzy purple monster who was named Mohammed, who was more of a soft kind, and obsessively innocent child than an EX-TERRORIST. In fact he recently decided to become a rabbi, who had an insatiable hunger for chocolate. He had a huge crush on Mr Chocolate, a man made entirely out of chocolate. This man was terrified of Mohammed because he had a pineapple on his head.
So, one fine day, he decided to run away to Wallan. (*crowd cheers “yay! Wallan!*)
‘Where’s that!!!” questioned the pineapple (who strangely had a mind of his own)
’Hahaha,’ replied Mr Chocolate, ‘That’s the perfect place to hide! If only I had my trusty
Maddy to help me. Maddy knows how to do everything! She even knows how many Dr Who series there were.’
So they went off in search of Maddy.
Meanwhile, Jackie said,
“What about my line dancing???”
“What about your line dancing?” Laura replied.
After saying, “Grrr… cos I can smile, happy, happy without an end. And then I decide I would randomly shout EMILY IS AWESOME, because I’m so cool as I am Mitch.” , Mitchell decided to take another pill and continue the “journey”. Then Cornish walked along, or to be more accurate stumbled as he was blindly drunk (this can happen as it is only a story…) . at which point Amy spontaneously combusted into Brazilian pieces and a refrigerator.
As Mr Chocolate observed all this from Wallan, he was overcome with a powerful desire to eat a small dinosaur covered in BBQ sauce, He had to settle for a double-whopper with cheese, and 4 episodes of ancient hit sitcom ‘Becker’. From this point on, both Mr Chocolate and Wallan referred to themselves in the third person.
Johnny Depp is 100 years old and grossly disgusting. In the sack. He tries to rip off the girls ear with his big toe, which is choice bro.
Anyway, Claudio Sanchez rocks up with the rest of the crew and starts drinking stupid chick drinks.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh CHOO, gahhh not totally hypo on sugar yet gahhh they are singing something horribly AHHHHHHH out of tune evil sounds ooooooh Lydia and someone went outside WOOT more people are going out and Taylin and James and James and Emily has a funny brown thing round her waist and IGGY HAS A BERET IT NEEDS EATING cos it sounds like berry.
The importance of berrys in this context cannot be overstressed. Berries provide a vital part of the fabric of any successful party as they can be fermented. For this process, the berries are crushed up and mixed with tiny bacteria which use the sugars in a series of chemical reactions that produce alcohol. Alcohol makes any party transpose itself into a series of pretty colours and loud noises, most of which can be easily seen in the text thus far.
However, it has been observed that Beret’s cannot be easily fermented as they are made of cotton which we have found most difficult to crush. However, it does combine quite well with certain bacteria known as mould when used with water. This mould is quite good friends with the aforementioned Mr Chocolate, who, at this stage in the story, was quite inebriated after meeting up with his friend Mr Alcomahol. Shaken, not stirred. At this juncture, copyright lawyers came forth and removed Mr Chocolate’s left eye ‘King Lear’ style, for such a blatant breach of copyright regulations. And Emily wins.
“You’re not supposed to read it!” Mitch yelled, outraged……
And Emily loses, epically,
Mr Chocolate was sizeably more worried about having only one eye. He was considering a certain line from “300”, but upon sighting the copyright enforcers out of the corner of his, now only, eye, he thought better of it, and proceeded to consume a warm bowl of golden manbabies for which he earned five stars, good sir.
These five stars were rapidly exchanged for the fortune-bringing longcat whose length was the longest of all the felines. I enjoy ice cream and a nice pair of slacks, People seem to like me because I am polite and I am rarely late. Years later a doctor will tell me that I have an IQ of 46 and are what some people call mentally retarded.
I am poison running through your veins.
IM IN A GLASS CASE OF EMOTION! What do you love? I love scotch, poetry – oh and my dog Baxtor here. And then a mystical dwarf quadriplegic savant called Zed Xianova wandered into the room, accusing the people of various crimes including the malevolent crime of ‘alternate abuse’ although no one had much of an idea of what exactly that was.
And EMILY WINS AGAIN IN CAPITALS BECAUSE SHE POSTED 50, READ IT, 50 COMMENTS ON TIM SANDY’S MYSPACE AND IT SAYS TIMSANDY TIMSANDY ETC. FOR 50 COMMENTS FULL. Em, you just have no life.
Duh I work at KFC, where is the accent, I want the ACCENT!!!!! Damn Mitch is not drunk enough!!!! I cry *cries* is this story going anywhere? Arrrrrrrrrrrr I HATE this song must depart and kill it, adue.
Yeah Em, MITCH isn’t drunk enough. Where’s your drunkenness???
M M M M M M M M M M M M M M M M M M M M M M M M M M M MM M M M M M M M M M M M MM M M M M M M M M M M M M M M M M M M M M M M M = crap
This story has no meaning. Why are we doing it again???? Em you have no life!!
But this story really does have meaning! C’est wonderful!!! No it doesn’t fuck you.
I sink into the earth
Embraced by the cold arms
Of Lillith’s Garden
Please [God], erase my folly, and end this.
Oh I wish I was a punk rock girl with flowers in my hair… and so on…
But being of the male variety, if I did put flowers in my hair, I would be socially outcast from society, and possibly bashed when leaving gay bars in the city… not that I go to those… well, I do, but they’re not gay bars… its just that they are heavily populated by men… whom merely prefer the company of other men… but hey, who wouldn’t…. J
I have an IQ OF ONE ON HUNDRED AND EIGHTY FIVE BILLION.
And I have diabetes, if that’s not cool I don’t know what is.
Polycystic ovary syndrome is the coolest of the cool.
MILK WAS A BAD CHOICE.
They say that most women have three, four cysts in their ovaries… I have 22 take that bitch!
The worst injury I have ever received was when a baseball hit me in the temple but it bounced back so hard that it hit the pitcher right in the nads.
BRIE-SAN ^_^
But suddenly, after that episode, Claudio Sanchez appeared and spoke to me, he said,
“Good eye sniper. I shoot, you run.” Then I suddenly realised that I could do him right in the butt. Bam, ten points to Gryffindor. Unfortunately, he declined. So then I had to rape him. He didn’t have man feet. Brie does though.
So then we set off, in our horse and cart, with hopeful feelings of highly sexualised rape. In the butt. With pineapples. In the butt. Before they locked us up with tentacle handcuffs.
‘I want a shot!!!!!!!!!!! Gimme,’ said the ever so horny Emily, as she groped Foxy’s hot girlfriend. I want Kate’s mini peacock size Tim.
Suddenly, niggers. Squirt, yep I moan with cock.
Who the fuck writes this shit!! Hi Brie!! Happy Birthday!!!
James Rowe, obviously its coz he’s so james (word meaning gay but not queer and stupid or annoying etc.)
“I enjoy sweet sweet SWEET port soaked sex with a llama, namely nina. I mean, who wouldn’t enjoy that? And I also believe it’s time for a drunken myspace bulletin.”
Kate wants horsecock in the butt x 118 wiooooooooooooooad llama friend in need’s a friend indeed. A FRIEND WITH WEED IS BETTER.
We don’t need no education, we don’t need no self control? No dark sarcasm in the classroom, teacher leave them kids alone. HEY TEACHER, LEAVE THEM DICKS ALONE.
Whoooore.
Well I don’t even know what the story is anymore…something about Mohammad who liked chocolate and hid in Wallan? I like chocolate…
So anyway one day Mohammad was in Wallan and he saw a pretty young female one-eyed purple flying purple people eater. And it was love at first sight and they got married and lived happily ever after and had lots of baby one-eye monsters who were purple with pink spots. All except one called Joe, who was actually blue. His brothers and sisters always bullied Joe until he decided to run away. He had not gone more than 5 metres out of the front door when he was hit by a car. He died.
(Insert random ramblings here as above.)
…But thank god Claudio, Travis, Mike and Josh were there and Emily wants sexing, not sex, but as in a pash. Who’s not Nina, as cool as she is, and all I love Nina but…..
Johnny Depp is hot and 100 years old.
Nic is suss. No, really. He’s even sussing with the aforementioned peoples, but seriously, if I had a dollar for every brain you don’t have. I’d have one dollar.
And then, all of a sudden, Claudio Sanchez appears again and starts to play “Welcome home.” Kate wants horsecock in the butt x 118. SCOTT IS REALLY HOT ACCORDING TO MITCH, WHICH REMINDS ME, I MUST CHECK ON THE ACCENT….
Dddwoooooooooooooooo people in the front row. I’m sorry to the guy I took over from, we should like totally SEX :O SEXXXXXXXXX
LOLZ LAWL LAURA FOSHIZZLR. Flash, three way? For sure!!!
Kate wants horsecock in the butt x 118 land in me lubber butt.
And, and, and… Rachel loves ya mum.
And Jackie.. (me)
And Scottlepie (me too). Lauraaaaaaaaaaaa, minus the pie = laurapie
Ar, and
ARRRRR we’rr all pirates!!!
Arrh
THIS IS SPAAAAAAARTA!!!
WHO WROTE THIS CRAP?!
TODAY WE DIE AS SPARTANS AND TODAY WE DIE WITH HONOUR. TODAY WE SHALL BRING VICTORY!
LOVE IS LIKE WAR, EASY TO START, DIFFICULT TO END IMPOSSIBLE TO 4GET.
STUPID RODDA IS AT 7! GRRR AND NINA IS AT LIKE 14..? IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE IM REALLY SLEEPY RODDA IS HITTING ON ME, BUT IT’S OKAY, IM USED TO IT.
RAHHHHHHH
Frwanna sex yea u im talking? to u, the guy standing near me, 3some?
Ok ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
YOU LOVE IT. Like rabbi. SUGAR SuGAR SUGAR’s in a cage, sugar sugar. doodododoododoo
JACK, JACK, JACKIE!
LA LA LA LA LAURA!
A generation gap means our war is never won
GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Can I stop SHUTTING UP NOW James?????
MUHAHAHA TOOOOOOOOOO LATE!!!!!!!!!!
BRIE THESE GUYS ARE ALL FAGS COZ THEY TALK IN ENGLISH... BUT I'M AWESOME. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! LOOOOVEEEEE MEEEEEEEEEEEGGGG!!!!!!!! [Translated from Wingdings]
Kate wants horsecock in the butt x 118 Kate wants horsecock in the butt x 118 Kate wants horsecock in the butt x 118 Kate wants horsecock in the butt x 118 Kate wants horsecock in the butt x 118 Kate wants horsecock in the butt x 118 Kate wants horsecock in the butt x 118 Kate wants horsecock in the butt x 118 Kate wants horsecock in the butt x 118 Kate wants horsecock in the butt x 118 Kate wants horsecock in the butt x 118 Kate wants horsecock in the butt x 118 Kate wants horsecock in the butt x 118 [still wingdings]
Caterpie, Caterpie, YEAH!
MISTYYY MISTYYYY!
I’M HUNGRY!
”Hey Ash, why did you give away your only Pokemon?”
”Uh… They were no good for sex any more”
Cake
Cake
Cake
Cake
Cake
Cake
Cake
Cake
Cake
Laura, kiss JD!!! - All night long, baby
“Oh gasp,” says a rather astounded Brie, this story seems to have degenerated somewhat (though she is glad to hear that two friends picked up), how about a change of topic? I hear that llamas are somewhat pleasant at this time of year.
Kate wants llama cock in the butt x 118 then. Kate wants anything if it moves in the butt x 118. Including trees. They sway in the wind, don’t they?
“But in the butt?“
By the way, if u hadn’t noticed, Maddy has boobs. And foxy is slim and a little bit foxy.. Whooo! Doctor Who reference!
God, now they’re singing.
David tennant is hotttttttttttt with lots of tee. He can sonic my screwdriver any day.
“Ewww… you have a screwdriver… that’s not right… at all. I thought you were female, but apparently I was wrong. Actually on second thoughts, maybe I should sonic his SCREWDRIVER”
‘Yeah, I agree with you on that one. Mmhmm I’d tap that.’
‘Hey Caitlan, you want to be his kid?’
‘
No, I want to be his lover’ – quote from maths
I’ll be his madame de pompadore! Woohoo!!!! I rather be Cassandra, she gets inside him… But he doesn’t like her. And he’s fighting it the entire time. Well, rape, but yeah… David Tennant, he can cassa my nova.
Because he’s rarely clothed? Oh yes. SEX
And he invented the French lottery… Yummy
Mmmhmmm, I love being a stalker
I want David Tennant in the pants, even if he is old. Meh, age is nothing if I can say to Caitlin ‘I’ve had David Tennant’, and watch her cry then explode
Lol, yeah that’d be so good
Lol, we are such sluts
But oh so cool, the grog is wearing off. Need more or will fall asleep.
I know. And everyone is hooking up now, so it’s no fun. BOO!!!!!
But SOPHIE AND TIM SANDY!!!!! ARRH IT’S SO WRONG, THERE LIKE BRO AND SIS or so they keep saying, when they’re sober anyway.
EWWWW, INCEST!!!!!!!!!!!
Yeah it’d be like u and me, hot, but oh so wrong.
And that is NEVER going to happen.
We can both make sure of that.
Oh yes that is the only thing my self-control can handle
Well that’s ok. Imagine how awkward that’d be… I shudder to think of it… AWKWARD!
Like school after reeces? Well for me anyway
But like a million times worse
Haha, worst twins, EVER! I love that movie, no I mean film. There’s no such thing as a movie.
OMG TIMSANDY AND SOPHIE JUST SNUCK OFF INTO THE BEDROOM!!! SEX!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m very, very scared!
This is fucked, let’s go walk in on them. That would be a lot more funny-ness if I weren’t so dizzy-ness from alcomahol.
Hahahahahahahahahahahahhaahahahhaahhahahha
I FARTED
lol **************zot**************
Old Godzilla was hoppin’ around, Tokyo city like a big playground.
Dear Brie. This is the moral police. We regret to inform you that this party is morally bankrupt.
Love Jesus.
Bon Anniversaire, BRIE!
Osama banana lol!!!
I have a rash on my BELLY!!!!!!!!!!! A nasty rash.
Why does Beyonce Knowles sing “to the left, to the left” ?
Because black people have no rights!!!!!!
LOL LOL!
Cake now.
Cake
Cake
Cake
Cake.
Great speech (4 words)
I love Brie!!! She is my best bud!!!! Yaaaa…… Love Kimbo!!! LOL!!!! It’s a violent pornography, choking chicks and sodomy.
Cornish is bored, someone should entertain him. You and me baby ain’t nothin’ but mammals, so let’s do it, like they do on the discovery channel. Lol.
John & Meg – the only ones who don’t violently make out in public J Except maybe for Gareth. He’s a prime choice. Ten points for Big G!
And el niño. Everybody loves el niño. El niño has a nice belly. It farts muchly. Miatchy’s belly is better. Times lots.
“But how can a belly fart?” asks a very puzzled brie as she begins to sober up. “I’m oh so confused.” Her head explodes in a firework display of much prettiness and glowsticks. Brie likes glowsticks.
HAHA BITTERSWEET
TO FIND CONVALESCENCE SEARCH NOT AT THE GRAMMAR.
Wha???? I concur x muchly and a lot + infinity.
Oh baby, oh baby. I want you, I want you
What’s the difference between an Abbo and a park bench?
A PARK BENCH CAN SUPPORT A FAMILY!!!!!!!
AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
“Hey B2, are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Yes B1, I think I am.”
“We should burn down the house”
“BRILLIANT!”
HEY BRIE, THANKS FOR THE PARTY IT WAS REALLY GOOD HAPPY 18TH
LOTS OF LOVE, JOHN AND MEGRON!
WOW, 16 pages of crap and still going strong. Pity it was MEANT TO BE A FREAKING DUTCH STORY.
I found them but their not having sex, so we cant shout at them. Sigh. Not sure if that’s a good thing, or a bad thing. I pretty much DON’T want to walk in on people sexing. Just no. tis all rather ick actually, and best avoided. Avoided at all costs in fact. I concur, just no.
Nawww, Dan is going. I love Dan. *tis muchly sad from this revelation* Yes. yes it is. Lol, Dixon has emerged from the room with Laura. He completely listened to the fridge when it told them to make out. Well, okay, it told Laura to kiss him, but these details are unimportant.
Also, I killed a daemonic piñata in most honourable single combat. THIS – IS – SPARTAAAAAAA!!!!!
This is, in fact, not Sparta, but rather a rather non-important corner of Victoria. Not as romantic I know, but there you are…
Ytype in ctaszy woesds deunksnedd dedleldeld.
Ahhh, all alone! Where has everyone gone?
So Mr chocolate, drunk off Jim Beam, stumbled into the bar. Only to meet with Mohammed, who stared him in the eye and licked his lips; He loved chocolate.
BLOB SURFING – annoying past time developed with careful consideration to the annoyance factor. Usually done as sleep begins lol FUN IS WITH THE TORTURE MUAHAHAHAHHA ……
SURF BOARD NOT REQUIRED, JUST BLOBS
FUNNER THEN A HOUSE OF PANCAKES
DUCKS ARE ANATHEMA
Mr. Chocolate at this time began to contemplate the meaning of his existence. If everything was based on perception, then Mr. Chocolate reasoned that he could perceive whatever he wanted. A whale fell out of the sky and Mr. Chocolate ceased to exist…
Arnold Judas Rimmer, BSC SSC had also ceased to exist as well. (BSC – Bronze Swimming Certificate. SSC – Silver Swimming Certificate.) Before he became a non-entity he wrote ‘I am a Fish’ four hundred times on his exam paper.
*pelvic thrust*
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Wow what a night, and our fabulous story suddenly became and estranged collection of random comments, Thank You all for adding to this STORY.
Aaaaah... it needed soooo many breaks. *fingers implode*