Lunchtime Adventurez with Fatty McFatty.

[Listening To: Blue Oyster Cult]

Apparently me enjoying essay-writing is wrong. Josh tried to train me by hitting me on the nose every time I mentioned that instead of sitting around I should be writing my essay for english.

Todayyy.. I realised that I hadn’t brought any food with me. I then realised that I was completely and utterly broke. I hate that feeling. Hate it hate it hate it. My bank balance is 79 cents, and I had about thirty cents in my wallet. Such a filling lunch that would have provided. Anyway, Josh is always broke and also did not have food, so we caught the bus back to my house to raid the cupboard. Found a pasta-meal thing, so we cooked that and ate it, then got a little sidetracked and had lunchtimesex, then headed back to teh college. Walked back, i should say. So that’s double times sweaty LC, because it was really sunny and a bit hot. I’d managed to find about three dollars at home, so after being lazy for a while we headed to the canteen and I bought a kiss biscuit and some random candy. See, I could have been sensible and bought a ham and cheese roll to split with Josh, but I really just felt like bing a fatty, so I did.

that’s pretty much all I did today. Oh.. in theatre performance we’ve started blocking. Not sure if anyone I know should come to see the play, due to the ‘whore’ scene where I’m supposed to be crawling in a slutty yet sexy way but end up looking more like a distressed stranded whale.

I just read some entries on my favourites list and now crave Hungry Jacks and Cupcakes. Which is weird, because lately I’ve been eating really healthy. sigh. ah well. might go nag my Alex to buy me dinner.

EDIT

Well my unnecessarily rich little brother bought me dinner without me even asking. I’m such a shit sister. I now, however, feel like utter crap and my pores are oozing grease and please don’t let me eat anything ever again ever ever.

I leave you with an extract from my english essay which I kinda got lazy about.

"..Another reason for this could also just be because he is a male, and a bit of a sleaze bag, desiring sexual gratification. Either way, the themes and fulfilments of the poem are put forward with a number of different techniques…."

This is probably one of the best lines I’ve ever written in an essay. Aside from that time in that exam once where I had to write a photography essay on postmodernism and ended up just writing a whole page on what a douchebag my teacher was, and then they made me have counselling and meetings to discuss my obvious deep seated emotional issues. Remember that?

Gotta love catholic school. ‘Cause pretty sure God doesn’t.

He hates you all.

It’s probably past my bedtime.