Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Questions. Sad News. and Art.


Hi all.

Well, all 3 of you who read this :D
You are epic and such, thanks.

As horrid as this might sound, but i hope some of those who don't read this fall pregnant and cant find the father. fantastic right? [sometimes i am mean]

Anyway, so i have been writing exams, and all that. failed most, did rather okay in my english essays, [surprised]
Now, i have to totally take back my super fantastic online social life. Which is sad when you think about it?
Why would anyone have a SOCIAL LIFE ONLINE?
I have to update my blog, twitter, facebook, email and such.. its actually secretly pathetic.
Okay, not secretly since they are online, and thus publicly available.

enough about that, i feel really lame now.


My art instillation was an epic fail. It was supposedly rude, i guess? and well, useless and the results show me passing on my ass, which is fucking stupid. Never again shall i actually try and think before doing anything, from now on its old-school retarded photographic art for me. They seem to enjoy that? no? Which is stupid and blah and i wish i could slap some of'em in the head.

School is almost over, like really really close, and i am confused as to why all of the Afrikaans kids, are doing super badly in Afrikaans. Do they hate us? Is it because we never study and hardly come to class? Is this some sort of revenge? Knowing that the afrikaans marks are usually some pretty nice ones, helping us UP our average and all that. Also, lately i have found that i have a strange addiction, which basically boils down to me using the "?" ALL THE FUCKING TIME!

Also, i discovered hellopeter through a friend who is good at math, and now i have this problem, i dont go out enough to be able to hate on peeps, but i really want to. i am so royally pissed off, that i would love to have some people lose their jobs. I mean, people generally treat me rather badly, since i look like a man-girl and prance around like fucking willy wonka on a combination of eye-drops and muscle relaxants.
Most waiters/cashiers and all those kinda dont understand how to approach me, and thus they treat me badly. Or call me "ma'am" allot, and when i go, im not a ma'am.. the generally go "sorry missies" by that time i feel the urge to stab/poke or burn them.
Seriously did your mother have a hairy chest? Did she speak like a man? Cause i dont SOUND like a girl. I feel i shall be wearing a very bushy gandalf beard from now, its impossible to confuse gandalf with a lady. Even thought he DOES wear DRESSES HAS LONG HAIR AND RIDES ON A WHITE HORSE LIKE A FUCKING PRINCESS. He can make fire-balls and shit, so thus, he is MALE.

I hate gender stereotypes. And now my mother is refusing to make me a sandwich. How messed up?

Okay, so i cant remember the groups name or whatever the fuck, but there are these township kids, who are/where refusing to write prelims, and demanded 20% free and such. and thats fucking STUPID.. i mean.. im scared shitless, cause those idiots have been demanding not to write prelims for a few years, implying they are all OLDER than me, by many a year but still they shall one day be DOCTORS and shit. Im going to go in to have a fucking mole removed and leave with cervical cancer. I really fear the future of our country when fucking stupid peeps like those are allowed to further their education.. well, when the government gives them false educations.. they dont go to fucking school. Im pretty sure ive met smarter bed-side lamps. But oh now, previously disadvantaged.. [Let me just say, i get that, i really do, but why on eart h would you be such a prick about education? we all do it, you should too] So those who are striking in the townships, blaming being previously disadvantaged and such and demanding the 20% free.. you are previously disadvantaged, currently retarded. And that is by choice, not political nut-caseness. much love. and good luck on the inevitable test.

I went to the library yesterday, and took out books. yes. i took out books. weird right? Anyway, like 10 AFRIKAANS books, cause i feel the urge.
To read
afrikaans
books.

Vlerkdans by Barrie Hough, ive read it a BAZILLION times, and ima read it again today, its fucking sad and epic and such. love it.


Now, for a poem :

And I :

I've become the flowers on the graves of those no longer visited. The elite carry plastic I've heard.

The friend you visit, "I spent the eve, we chatted and drawled, it was grand" but can never love

Smoke inhaled used to be pure air. I'm the exhaled to your cigarette. Cancerous killer.

I have been faced with many a blank page, you proved more difficult. I've moved

Even as the sound chases my ears. My mind can not fathom the depth of an emotional purging. Charging.

A charging of pure ignorance.
A jews hurt as a holocaust memorial secretly commemorates the fuerer.

You cared not for frivolous sun-rays or awkward winds. The weather was as meaningful as a gunmans deaths.

Do we pity the guard of an aushwits towers son, he died there too, he knows love. As you.

We forgot the world in these hours. We remembered but the levels of our cups.

You kept coming, and I was that friend. Always. I loved you so love. Meet me at 8?

But you never came.
And I smiled and made love to the fact of forgotten breaths and promises


And I saw them kneel for you. Kiss your feet. They gave it all up. Even sleep. But you still came for wine.

Though you never showed up

By me. Cause i am amazing.

Oh, i really want some glasses that say "ep-ic" if you loved me, youd make me some.
That is all.


love you fookers.
smile
and remember, nothing tastes as good, as skinny feels.
except wine and food.