Things to accomplish these wonderful holidays:
- make many pretty pictures with no criteria to fit with, simply because i enjoy it. no enforced creativity
- decorate my walls with either some of these pictures or other pieces of awesome-o art
- print off that sign for my door
- visit my cousin, Jessica, for dinner at least once
- spend a day at the beach, maybe the one near Rach's as she needs to be visited too
- spend a day at the snow. yes i know this is a contrast, but melbourne likes having four seasons in one day so i assume it will all work out
- go to the artists' market in fitzroy
- figure out some kind of system for the various art supplies/seemingly random junk in my room
- bake a cake. from scratch, no packets allowed.
- go on a picnic (basket and rug and everything) to the botanical gardens
- complete the 24 hour maccas run dare with Nic
- have lunch with all the friends i'm currently missing... no big groups
- visit the national gallery when i have no where else to be... i want to wander for as long as i like
- see prince caspian
- stay in bed for an entire day
- go out with megan and have much fun
- go on an excursion to ikea, preferably with a reasonable amount of people
- make a teddybear... think markus the catatonic schizophrenic bear, but preferably without the dehabilitating condition. and a huggable size... i dare everyone to find me a scrap of material i can attach it to
- work on my fruit characters from grade four... i want to finish what i started
- update my blog template
- print this list and tick each item off as i complete it
8:01 pm;
rawrd by Brie
Just a quick post before i finish off all the necessary homework [the worst is over... unless of course you take into account how terrible i am at models. but i have a week] which shouldn't keep me up too late. which is good, because i'm exhausted... and much too emotional for my liking because of it. stupid sleeplessness doing funny things to your brain/hormones. hormones are to blame for everything.
i printed off my digital processes assignment today. note to self: good quality printing = expensive. $10 expensive in fact. for one glossy, A3 colour image. it also has to be booked. sigh. that part of my morning was terribly exciting, megan sat and watched. and then we got caffeine and all was good for the world. except from the perspective of both my bank account and my thighs. i really have to break my gjc habit. maybe next week.
i also believe i passed this morning's test. [despite a very stupid mistake regarding post-modern architecture as opposed to art nouveau. not sure how i managed that] aaaand... my assignment for tomorrow only needs to be mounted now. oh, and the bookwork, but it won't take me too long. yay for the end of the semester :)
all in all i'm not nearly as stressed as i've been, i've work to do but it isn't too ridiculous now... i get to laugh at all those of you who have to suffer exams. your turn. except for people like james who have assignments and exams... and jeff hughes too. i spoke to him yesterday morning. i see him maybe once every two weeks for a 5 minute chat. his last two design assignments have been on display. they were both ridiculously good. silly industrial design genius... i bet he's all high distinctions, in that subject at least. sigh. but i'm passing :)
bubbye all, that's enough minor rants and smiley faces for now.
7:41 pm;
rawrd by Brie
as i'm sitting at james' and i haven't quite found the motivation to do my homework, i thought i'd write another post :)
friday was a day of much fun. i had fairly unproductive classes until 2 [though i received a freddo in one so i shan't complain too much] and then headed back to that james' person's place. hmmm... i haven't mentioned the night before have i?
well i was at james' too. there was a 911 themed night at the pub and i was told i had to go. i went as a stabbing victim. basically, i wore normal clothes and made a very cool knife out of black and grey paper. i then stuck it to myself so that the tip disappeared into my top and drew a bloodstain across my chest. in paint. i was wearing a v-neck top :)
that was fun anyway, i could have had free beer... and i did try it. but even free beer doesn't taste good. i also met some of james' friends, though not much talking was done. apparently i pass, in their opinions i mean.
okay, now back to friday.
james and i went into the city to celebrate the whole 'one year of going out' thing *beams*. soooo... pre-drinks [cocktails :D] at the trader bar and then a meal at fifteen. everyone should go there... when you're not suffering from brokeness anyway. [i had three courses and two cocktail-like contraptions and that came to $90 or so.] it's pretty and fancy and the guy at the door asked to take my coat. heheh... but yes, it was really nice. the food [once we'd deciphered the menu] was absolutely delicious and we got free bread inbetween courses lol. i like bread. plus we got cushy seats in the corner, there was once of those padded bench things running around the walls :) mm what else? i don't know, it was just a... awesome isn't the right word, a think wonderful would be more appropriate.
we were there for 2 and a half hours so we came out at 9, we couldn't really be bothered going to billboard and waiting for faker to play though [they were due to start at 11] so we went home and decided to have a pirates marathon. i fell asleep at the end of the first one though so that kinda fell through...
mm and yesterday we slept in, had lunch/breakfast in a cafe and then went to spend the day in the city. i got to be the 'lovely assistant' for a busker which was... interesting. before i was allowed to pass up the knives he was planning on juggling from his uni-cycle i had to kiss him on the cheek. james was told to close his eyes and of course he turned around and kissed me on the lips instead... i could see that one coming. sigh. it also took me two tries to actually get the last knife up to him... my bad. he was entertaining though :)
much wandering around occured... mostly in house-y shops. when i move out next year there are oh so many things i'm going to want. need as well, but mostly want. i could easily spend a few hundred dollars at general trader's for example. [they sell cooking utensils/cutlery/other cool things.] i want the red bread bin lol... and the microwave rice-cooker. oh and the trifle bowl... plus all that practical stuff like knives and bowls etc. the only thing i have a full set of is dinner plates and cutlery. oh and of course my awesome tea set mc-thing i got for my birthday. i don't have room to put that in my box... i'm really looking forward to next year.
then some kind of random meal that was neither lunch nor dinner [at 5pm] and we went to see the indianna movie. muchly enjoyable for the most part. then home via nic's for a short visit and maccas for food.
and that's my weekend to date. james was up ridiculously early to go to work so it's just me at the moment. i should go get some of that work done....
10:01 am;
rawrd by Brie
okay, so i'm not going to even pretend to do work right now... i'm basically here to hand something in and get marks back, for which i have to attend a two hour class. no, this whole process does not take two hours, but the teacher is elsewhere and james is being an awesome and picking me up from uni today. much love. not entirely selfless [just mostly] because he wants to go to dan murphy's... convieniently 500 odd metres or so from my university. alcohol always seems to be in close proximity to university students. i wonder why.
i've also discovered where i want to live next year. there's a gorgeous 4 unit apartment [old-fashioned, light grey stone with a perty front garden and much yard space - by melbourne standards anyway ] called 'Charnwood' on the corner of turner street and dandenong road's service road. for those of you who are unaware dandenong road is the location of the caulfield campus. turner street also happens to be 100 metres from the crossing of said dandenong road which leads directly [as in within 5 metres of] to the doorway to the art and design building. oh the awesomeness of living at such a place. i expect it's $300 a week or something. but still... maybe i could go without food? *cough* the extra sleep involved would very nearly make that worth it. especially since my parents are willing to pay for groceries anyway. not that i ever remember to take them up on that.
there's also an interior decoration place nearby which i discovered... how to decorate your house with antiques. equally gorgeous stuff in there to go in my dream house. they had chaise lounges. i love chaise lounges. so beautiful yet ridiculously impractical for lounging. they should call it the chaise perch, they're good for perching on whilst drinking cocktails, or red wine as i proved the other week. i believe it greatly helped in my consuming of said wine due to my level of intoxication. this couldn't be achieved on a couch, i would have fallen into it and spilt it all over myself.
i've wanted a chaise lounge for a few years now...
they also had perdy dining tables and matching chairs, plus those fancy victorian style ones you put in the corner of rooms to impress people. they're not really for sitting on, just for looking at. and mirrors. i love old-fashioned mirrors. i'm definitely getting myself one of those, the simple, dark wooden ones - not the overly gaudy gold ones.
mmm and wooden floors. definitely wooden floorss.
and at least one red wall.
okay, i'm done my musings for the moment. i propose a 'buy brie that charnwood house and she'll love you forever' fund. you can sleep over whenever you want, 5 minutes from caulfield station lol. i dare you.
3:24 pm;
rawrd by Brie
james thought it was time for a new post. it probably is, but i have to be quick due to copious amounts of homework. so much homework in fact, that using the word 'copious' isn't even making me smile.
but yesterday was grand, work passed really quickly, i managed to get onto an earlier bus and therefore catch the security bus... and then james arrived :) at about 7 anyway. so we had dinner of dip and bread and brie. [i'm a cannibal i know] and watched the movie bootcamp. i muchly enjoyed it. it was our one year anniversary and james pretty much got me the coolest card and present [shiny red leather wallet] and i got to de-stress. much lying around together and talking. other things too, but no one wants those details.
love you james. i don't tell you that nearly enough.
but now i have to go back to stressing. i'm strategically missing classes all over the place at the moment. i need sleep and to get work done. i only have the rest of this week and next week left [plus things to hand in the weekend after] and i've three assignments due [one for each week, first is tomorrow] plus a folio to finish. not to mention all my other commitments to worry about.
i'm very much looking forward to the next two nights though, they're after the hand in date for this week so not so stressful. james and i are going to a nice restaurant on friday night... can't wait for the weekend too, even though the silly person will wake me up at 4 am on sunday... work is stupid.
but yes, i've written way too much. i need to go get things done :(
plus i should probably find time to eat. i've forgotten that a little lately
can't wait til the holidays and i can see you all :)
[and have no homework. thank fucking god]
7:10 pm;
rawrd by Brie
sigh. i can't go to bed because i shan't be getting picked up until 10. so i've been browsing internet sites. it turns out that pixar were at semi-permanent this year [a design conference of much awesomeness]. due to the fact that this has already come to pass and the damn thing doesn't come to melbourne, i am very much disgruntled. though i suspect i can mainly blame the grumpiness on the whole sickness thing. i'm looking forward to sleep.
9:02 pm;
rawrd by Brie
ATTENTION ALL:
My essay is done. It comprises of 7 pages, 48 Bibliography references, 42 Footnotes and 1905 Words. Oh, and 3 Cited pieces of Art.
Also, it isn't even 11 o'clock yet.
10:36 pm;
rawrd by Brie
okay, so two significant-type things have happened, so I'm taking a break from my homework [I finished my mail man ~ he's awesome] to write about them while I'm in the mood.
thursday night was the resident's ball, as I'm sure I've mentioned previously. Possibly. But anyway, I hopped on the bus at 6:15 [which meant having to skip my last class ~ tragedy] and did that arriving thing. I wore my val dress, but less classy and more fun. i.e. mum wouldn't let me borrow her pearls when I was planning on going clubbing afterwards. She may as well have though, I didn't end up going to the after party. But I'm not up to that yet.
I met James there and everyone kind of squidged into the entry area thing, people were going around with trays of wine and nibblies but it was rather like a mosh pit. so that didn't last long, they kind of pushed us through to the main room fairly quickly. James and I didn't fit at either of the normanby tables... so we were pretty much alone. We chatted a little, but not much. The entree was boring, dinner was rather nice if late and I missed dessert due to being distracted by someone from spags. god, who was it? this is really rather terrible... i was more than a little tipsy by this stage to be honest. the wine [once I found someone to bring me a bottle of red] was very nice... and free. I had one glass short of going through an entire bottle of cabernet merlot by myself. James, who the hell was it? She's going to the peninsula campus... ha! It was emma davie :D James ate my dessert while I was distracted and talking to her.
[Prue and that guy who Annie told me the name of were there too. Andrew i think, red fuzzy hair. ]
But yes, James and I spent the first part of the night drinking wine at our table and then the rest of the night drinking wine on the chaise lounge out in the quieter entry area. We got up for refills twice, hence James having the opportunity to eat my dessert. or possibly ours, to be fair there was only one but we were going to share.
Much half drunken conversation and one too many glasses for me to be able to go to the after party. I had 5 glasses... though the last [really a glass and a half] was not finished. I believe I blacked out for a few minutes at one stage too. End result? I have officially had a hangover [incredibly mild as it was] and have most definitely been drunk. Fun - but I'm glad James was there :)
Apparently I'm entertaining drunk
Friday night James and I saw Iron Man. Very muchly recommended. Get up and go see it now.
I was taken home [Nat has hockey in Melbourne on friday nights] and came back up Saturday night for my cousin's party. Except somewhere in between these two events I became Spanish. It was a themed party. I had black, curly hair [LOTS of it] and the most awesome dress in existance. I didn't take the wig off until Jess' gay friend decided he wanted to see my natural hair colour. this was at 3 am I believe.
Didn't get drunk this time but I did stay up nearly all night. Mum went home at 4 [brothers didn't come and Dad left a little earlier], leaving me at Jess' by myself for the first time. Jess was very excited. It was only myself and her friends by this stage [it was her 30th] too, fun was had. I started to doze off at 6 so Jess decided she wanted to put me to bed, since I was never allowed to stay with her when I was little. She left my/her room at 7am and I half slept until 10am
Can't wait to visit her.
Home again, home again.
Afternoon tea at the vault in yarragon. a very nice place.
And the James' drove me up to Melbourne again to his place. Movies were watched and sleep was had at 1am. Understandably, I slept through my 8 am lecture.
And nothing exciting has happened since then... i still have much work to do and washing that should be done by now.
Bubbye all (^^)
9:01 pm;
rawrd by Brie
this post is interesting, with a side order or awesomeness
james, you are a smart-arse (^^)
5:28 pm;
rawrd by Brie
you know those random quiz type things where you shuffle your music and use the titles of whatever comes up to describe yourself? or whatever... well, whilst driving home tonight/this afternoon i was musing [such a wonderful word... like quandry] about what song best describes my own personality.
since i'm so often told that i'm a happy person i decided that it would have to be a fairly upbeat song, preferably not one with a depressing meaning behind it... like 'shimmer' by fuel. it sounds happy, but it isn't. i'd like to think that i actually am a happy person, i enjoy making people laugh and seem to be able to do it quite easily when i set my mind to it. apologies to those who have seen me moody and/or upset, but i'm not usually like that. truly. i entirely blame stress/sleeplessness/hormones. or possibly all three.
but yes, happy song. or at least upbeat. a 'do do do' song really - i always meant to make that compilation but i had trouble drawing the line at what was one and what wasn't. some that don't have the actual words still sound like they should.
anyway, i had to throw out the waifs' 'lighthouse' because i don't think i'll ever be able to achieve the alternative and careless kind of cool that they epitomise to me. i'm too materialistic and fashionably-challenged for that. i couldn't pull off that look, or personality. love the song - but most definitely not me.
this led me to 'can't get enough of you' by smash mouth. this is me in some respects. materialistic and loving it. i wouldn't want to change. 'semi-charmed life' is also a possibility, though there isn't anything i feel i particularily feel i need to live my life. maybe if you disregard the lyrics entirely and just focus on the music. morever, i don't do crystal meth [a line of the song i hadn't noticed until i looked up the lyrics earlier, though to be fair i did realise it was full of more obscure references].
and then there's 'what i like about you', that cheesy one by the romantics, that is me - but perhaps without the asian accent. i love the tune though... 'hey there leonardo' [you might know it as 'she likes me for me'] by blessed union of souls is also a possibility. i don't care in the slightest about james' big screen or his collection of dvds. i also don't watch much tv. perfect really. i'm not sure if i want to be 'phat like cindy crawford' because, to be honest, i've no idea who she is and if this is a compliment. apart from that though...
i am most definitely not 'black betty'. entirely std [or is it sti now?] free, and childless... thank god.
maybe 'bubbly' by colbie caillat? i love hiding from the rain under the covers... and just in general i think it's a suitable tune. there are other lines too, but at the risk of sounding too sentimental/sickening to some of you guys i'll refrain from mentioning them.
mm i'm also thinking 'new soul' by yael naim. i know i'm no innocent but i love experiencing new things and i appreciate the simple things in life. like bubblewrap, laughing and making james' head explode. it also has a 'la la la' bit which definitely adds to its credibility... :P
but yes, i'm not entirely sure. any suggestions? or musings about your own song? :P
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
In reverse order
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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*