crayon vomit

ahh the feeling of freedom. on the other hand, the security of youth is slowly slipping away from me. nevertheless, with the hsc long out of the way and the results arriving in a few short days, i figure a good thing to do is to revisit my old blog.

i'm about to embark on a new project. one that i shall call project "crayon vomit", named after the converse shoes below. they say "oh look i'm conversing"

yes i own those bad boys. the pattern is a kind of tie dye looking thing but one of my friends said a couple of years ago that it looked like the throw up of a child after they had eaten crayola crayons. so what on earth am i doing and why did i choose this name? no, i'm not eating crayons and vomitting just yet.

well, the aim of this game i've devised, for one time play only and for one player; me, is to spend the next few months dying my hair, going through the colours of the rainbow and anything else that the dyes can manage. my attire so far has been nothing but a green tea towel and underwear....SUPERHERO!!!

up high

to the right

giving you the stink eye

yes it is a bit of an experiment. since my hair is very very dark brown, pretty much black. also, since i have an acute fear of baldness, i've only dyed the ends of my hair, which is really really long, so the part that my friends dyed ended up being the length of a long bob. this also ensures that if my hair gets really badly damaged by the end of the 12 or how ever many months i do this for, i can just chop it off. YAY!

so far i've done shades of brown

...red

...and purple

in other words, some fucked up versions of mauve. i'm pretty happy with the result. by the turn of the year, i'll do bright BRIGHT bright colours. which are more permanent cos the purple stuff rinsed out in a few days (i was at a beach house for schoolies) and turned into a mauvey thing

i wanted to start with green but unfortunately the lame-o chemist didn't have it. so priceline here i come biatches. gimme some fudge

random side note: today i was so desperate to get out of the house, i went out and checked the mail (it's not just a simple ten feet, it's a good 200 metre stroll) yeah. my life is awesome.

the way the cookie crumbles

the hsc sucks big cocks.

i don't think i've ever been more unmotivated in my life.

i haven't blogged. i haven't watched tv. i haven't gone out. shit i haven't even done my work.

i just sit around all day on my fine fine ass doing nothing at all. nothing at all. nothing at all.

i would really like to make interesting cookies right now.

anzac biscuits are my favourite flavour.

i think making these would be awesome:

pantone colour swab cookies. a*mazing!

my friend amelia and i made harry potter gingerbread men. it was probably the coolest and funnest thing we've done together ever. we took heaps of photos, with the intention of making a stop motion film. she was in charge of the animation but i ended up doing it myself...with epic narration.

hp is on the left, sirius is the blue and brown dog on the bottom, there are several griffins, dumbledore is in the middle, voldy is the green one, fred/george weasley is in the tie and underwear with the awesome hair, draco is up the top with white hair and hagrid's choc chip hair is in the top left corner. there were many many more.

you know what i like...puns. sweet punnage can lighten any mood (most of the time)

i remember this bullying site with a game that my school made us play in year 9 or so. you had to live a make believe life choosing situations and stuff. one guy said "oh man i gotta make like a hockey player and get the puck out of here" best. thing. ever.

actually no, this is the best thing ever:

yeah chazz is just chilling in a maths textbook. boom.

my cat is a brat. but he's cute sometimes.

demon cat.

when i got my new phone, people wanted to play with it so bad. but i'm possessive so i was like NO NO NO NO ONO NONONONONON...NO. they got it at lunch time with i was doing work and i let them have it for a bit cos they only took photos.

here's a sly shot my friend took of me at recess.

and another sly shot by my sister at home

here's a not so sly shot of me. suck it bitch i posed.

FLAT STANLEY!!!!! best book ever. i wish i owned one. i might have to steal the library's one.

so i think hungrythirsty has been killed. three times...thanks hornsby train station. fucking cityrail repeating everything a billion times. like the damn terminating announcements. i know it's terminating. fuck off.

if i had a daughter (heaven forbid please god no) she would look like this:

this broken chair made me laugh for a whole train ride with my friends. we must have been totally fried off our faces.

no more no more