Am I going to make a facebook or not?

I don't want to waste half my life on the computer, but I'm starting to get this strange feeling that I don't exist...
Although mum wants to add me on facebook. I don't want my mum to be on facebook!!!
Plus I'm starting year twelve soon. And year twelve means no wasting time. none at all. nada. and time will be wasted if I get a facebook!!

Conclusion: No facebook. At least not for now. I'll just feel all wierd and non-existant until the end of 2009.

[	Tags	|	misinterpretation of all things musical	]
[	mood	|	hmm.	]
[	music	|	Beck.	]

out of all the appropriate situations to find oneself, the least being the hurtling of loose bricks, the parties involved first disclosed their coordinates and proffered cards which happened to be in their pockets. from an embassy of restraint and a superimposed background they assembled at the time of next convenience and weighed their options. drag a filing cabinet across a subdivision or sit out the current situation till a more reliable picture materialized. neither seemed all that enticing, so the course was set, the workstation laminated and some biofeedback sorted out for use in further research. after the frequency which would shatter a display case was discovered they launched themselves at a barricade of empty cardboard boxes. all these games were inconsequential at first but then later provided some back story for the urge to be a human battering ram. while so many people with disposable incomes sauntered by on the boulevard near the workstation a new kind of light was grafted onto the premises. "how many songs can we fit in an inflatable raft?" "I didn't know there was going to be a flood?" "There isn't, but that rainbow is stalking me somehow..." and so, 120 nights of no sleep and seeing the dawn try not make an impression, there was some hollow hewn thing there that seemed a little basic. "do you have anywhere to put this?" "just leave it where it is." I shook hands with sr. mouse and said I'd see him again, maybe at the facility or some scenic location where we could breathe a little.

...
uh-huh.

When you go to the Modern Guilt (that's his new album) Website, THAT is what they give you when you click on the "INFORMATION" tab.
He also has a song called "MTV Makes Me Want To Smoke Crack"
And now some lyrics...

Space ships can't tame the jungle
And I feel like I'm giving in
We've been drivin through a desert
Looking for a life to call our own

I push I pull the days go slow
Into a void we filled with death
And noise that laughs falls off their
Maps all cured of pain and doubts
In your little brain
....
And everyone's favourite - Loser!!!

In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
butane in my veins and I'm out to cut the junkie
with the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables
dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
kill the headlights and put it in neutral
stock car flamin' with a loser and the cruise control
baby's in Reno with the vitamin D
got a couple of couches, sleep on the love-seat
someone came in sayin' I'm insane to complain
about a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
don't believe everything that you breathe
you get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
so shave your face with some mace in the dark
savin' all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park 

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me

Forces of evil on a bozo nightmare
ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
'cuz one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag
one's on the pole, shove the other in a bag
with the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job
the daytime crap of the folksinger slob
he hung himself with a guitar string
a slab of turkey-neck and it's hangin' from a pigeon wing
you can't write if you can't relate
trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
and my time is a piece of wax fallin' on a termite
that's chokin' on the splinters
...

I am yet to understand... any of this.
Nice music though.

[	mood	|	happy	]
[	music	|	positive vibes - kottonmouth kings	]

The Wild And Crazy Adventures Of Helena

Vol. 4

Featuring Kelpie

Can Helena And/Or Kelpie Defeat The Evil Spider In Time?

Who Will Save Helena From The Explodable Disk?

Can Kelpie Save The Music And Kill The Evil Alien In Time?

How Will It End? . . . Read On . . . YES NOW HURRY UP!

One day Kelpie got on the : and decided to send Helena an * just to sayI!

Kelpie thought that Helena would have trouble reading the * so she decided to provide a pair of $.

Later on Helena thought she would " the * and save it on a < but alas . . . It was DANGEROUS! N !!!!!

There was a M on the <!!!

IT WOULD + EXPLODE + LLL!!!

Kelpie had to warn Helena!

Kelpie rode her b all the way to the J where Helena was but . . . THERE WAS AN EVIL ! stopping Kelpie from getting through !

The ! stopped Kelpie with a giant".

Kelpie had a plan!  Kelpie used her @ to break the !s "!

Kelpie then used her ~ (lightening fast speed . . . just in case you couldn’t gather from the ~) to quickly stop Helena from saving the * on the <.

Helena was very grateful that Kelpie saved her from the evil < and the evil !!!!

So Helena gave Kelpie a e!

Inside the e there was a lot of ‘!

Kelpie used the ‘to buy Helena some ²which played lots of ¯!

Helena was very happy with the ¯ until . . .

THE EVIL … came and tried to steal Helena’s new ²

This gots make Kelpie mad . . .  L This gots make Kelpie so mad that she got oversized!!! L

Uh oh for THE EVIL …

Kelpie, in her great oversizeness, got her Ž and ran over THE EVIL …!!!!

( Oh thankyou Kelpie  ) for killing THE EVIL … with yourŽ !!! ( I can only repay you with my Y ) continued Helena but . . .

Kelpie could not O or N Helena because she was listening to Helena’s ³with a blindfold on.

The End

~

By Kelpie

[

mood

|

apathetic

]

Sam: youre ugly.

Hey: ah, of course. so why would you call to say a thing like that?

S: cause im bored and youre ugly

H: only logical

S: im calling all my contacts

H: from your mobile? well im h, you’ve called quite a few people already. isn’t this expensive?

S: no.

H: right… well… I kinda have to go. I –

S: cause youre fat?

H: um. no. I have maths tutoring.

S: is your tutor fat?

H: um, kinda.

S: YOURE FAT!

H: thanks

S: fat and ugly

H: yeah, I pretty much got that. im fat and ugly. yep. that’s me.

S: ... youre boring.

H: believe me, its intentional.

S: you suck

H: …

S: bye helena

*hangs up*

this is why nobody should make friends with 13 year old boys.

I was talking about exchange with Camilla (a fellow fes) recently, and we came to the conclusion that exchange is a sick and unnatural act. If anyone was to say "Helena, I'm thinking of going on exchange to blah. What do you think?" I would tell them to run as fast as they could in the opposite direction. Doesn't anyone else realise how messed up exchange is? Here we are, young, underdeveloped and immature adolescents, sent away from our families, friends and all we hold dear with only the vague hope of "meeting new people" "experiencing a different culture" and "learning the language"

Firstly, nobody in france wants to be your friend. I'm lucky I'm not british otherwise they would have just shot me on arrival. Or at least given me the cold shoulder the whole time. Instead I received the "Oh look, a foreigner. How quaint. Let's ignore her and continue with our conversation over on the other side of the room."

Secondly, the culture ain't all that different. Sure, they want to stab all english people instead of us australians who want nothing more than to procreate with them, they speak french and uh... they like cheese? Thanks to globalisation, people all over the world listen to the same music, wear the same clothes, watch the same movies and read the same books (albeit in another language). The concept of "cultural" exchange has been nullified by the same things that have made exchange an attainable goal: modern technology, involving increased international communication, has lead to a homogeneous culture all over the world.
did that last sentence make sense?

Lastly, the only hope that is easily fulfilled: "learning the language". There is no doubt that being immersed in a group of people speaking only one language that you will speak that language better. So there's a plus.

Also, the idea of "having fun" while you're on exchange is shit too. If you have fun, you don't want to leave, you get depressed when you get home and its crap. If you don't have fun you spend the whole time there wishing you were here and then you get home and you regret all the time, money, effort and soul you put into exchange. You're disappointed with yourself, and upset that you disappointed your family.

So either way, you're screwed.

By now I'm quite sure it's clear that I am someone who did not have fun while overseas. But it's sick. Don't do it. Wait until you finish school and you're old enough to look after yourself, make your own decision and be INDEPENDENT! Really. Trust me. It sucks.

enter helena. she looks at the table and notices a small book. she picks it up interestedly and enquires

"oh, so did you end up reading the book?" she flips it over to read the blurb
"yes"
"so was it any good?" her tone clearly implied she was interested in reading the book later and simply wanted to be reassured it would not be a complete disappointment
"oh yes. well actually, it was alright. war. I mean, it was a war book. world war one that is, he goes to war. and then he dies. quite sad really."

anyone notice something wrong here? anyone?


me: great mum, thanks. no point in me reading the book now is there? he just goes to war and dies, whoopdeedoo. great book. fantastic twist. SHAME THERES NO TWIST FOR ME!

mum: uh, sorry.

me: no problem. just next time... you know... dont ruin the ending? gnight mum.

mum: night!