This one I wrote a while ago, and decided to put here because I was posting a poem anyway. Yup.

I present to you, Only when I am drunk

Only when I am drunk,
Can I say one thing and mean another,
Or mean one thing and say another,
And still say exactly what I mean.

Only when I am drunk,
Do I know how it feels to be stupid -
Or least to be not paying attention,
Which I think might feel the same.

Only when I am drunk,
And I forget that I’m meant to be small and quiet,
Can I talk freely about the way I feel,
And not feel that my feelings are wrong.

Which is why when I am drunk,
(And you are drunk,)
And we’re arguing in circles
(Because we’re both a little broken)

(And a little drunk),
I can snap at you one moment,
And cry on your shoulder the next,
And feel like I don’t know you, and you understand.

And when I am drunk
I can come to the conclusion,
That ‘We’re fucked up, aren’t we?’
Is the only answer that ever made sense.

(And I am never drinking again.)

And this I wrote today completely by accident when writing a rant about writer's block, and not wanting it to be a boring sort of rant

It is called: An ode to writer's block.


Oh writer's block,
May I kill you with fire?
You pain me so,
With your unfounded belief,
That I am crap.

And your soft whispers,
Of no encouragment -
But the opposite, bringing me down
And your chasing, with point-ed sticks,
Of my faithful muse.

I hate you, writer's block,
You who are blocky and square,
And unkind to me and all the other writers,
Who have to get to 50k words by the end of the month,
And you are in our way.

Just a quick blog entry before I go back to the action packed, exciting and fun filled hobby of cross stitch. (I may or may not be making a birthday/thank you for getting me a tail card for someone. Guess who.)

Before I start with my actual topic, I just wanted to say something: just watched Dogma again the other day. Would like to nominate Jay's 'snootch to the mother fucking nootch' as the best entrance ever.

I have more than one Best Thing Ever. Today, because today was apprently a day filled to the very brim with awesome.
So, best thing ever, today (and/or yesterday) number one is:

www.the-isb.com/

A movie (well, review of a movie, but whatever), that involves not only a man named Guitar Wolf, a woman who is actually a man, and fighting, but also contains the scene that I shall now forever be using to teach people that 'love has no borders, nationalities, or gender'.

So that's fun.

But even better (if such a thing is possible) is this:

www.youtube.com/watch

I declare this not only to be genius, but also to be the best thing ever.

There is no 'today' for the end of that sentence.

Edit, because this is too awesome to leave out:
www.furaffinity.net/full/2264041/
Look how sexy the Bob looks!

So Sunday was the furmeet, and possibly the best one I've ever been to.

( Bang, bang! )

P.s: Oh yes, apparently there was trolley racing and I missed it. Having watched the video, I see that Tigerfire almost Killed Makari. For the second time that day.

Red nose day is tranditionally non-school uniform day. But, oh noes, Bob is in the sixth form, and doesn't wear a uniform. Solution to this problem? Cloak, bullet belt, knife, and red-paint-in-hair. And Rosie drew a red star on my face. Whee!

Okay, so, today was my psychology teacher's birthday. There was a sign on the whiteboard saying '57, but never too old to rock'. This is why she is awesome. She gave out some sweets, and then Charlie and Rosie came in with cake. And we all had cake. It was delicious cake.

One last thing: I thought I'd done crap on my exams in January and would have to retake.
Guess who got a B in Psychology?

If that's me doing crap, if I try a bit harder I should breeze through the next lot. I hope.

(I'll try to get someone to take a picture of me with starry face. Watch this space, dudes.)

Okay, so I don't actually have very much to say, except that I am awesome. Um, I mean, Nat is awesome. You see that icon? That has now been declared my 'Best Thing Ever, Today' icon. Because tails will always be the best thing ever. No matter what day it is. In case it's unclear, Nat drew it, and that is why she's awesome. It's a detail (a tail detail) from its-all-in-the-mind.deviantart.com/art/Queen-Bob-112232183. That picture. Anyway.

So, the best thing ever today is this:
You must have seen the video of Ok Go, the band, on treadmills? The music video for their only widely known song, Here it goes Again. That one.
Right. Now, before that, there was this:
www.youtube.com/watch

Oh, those wacky, wacky guys and their synchronised antics. Good times. Good times.

I really don't have much else to say. Or actually, I have nothing else to say.

Go away and read something interesting, why don't you?

... we don't have school today because of the snow.

www.nailseaschool.com/

We win. Now sitting watching Jack and Seth play Nazi Zombies (you might think the fact that the zombies are Nazis is pointless, and doesn't make them any more scary. I thought that too. Then I was attacked by a zombie in Nazi uniform, which is inexplicably terrifying.) Seth is very, very bad at that game. Observe:
Jack: Seth, if you can hit one of two of the zombies, I'd be apreciative. Sorry, I should have specified: hit the zombies without dying.

If they ever get caught in a zombie uprising and for some reason become the last hope of humanity, we're all doomed. Seriously, we just are.

By the way, Rascal doesn't like it when he goes outside to drink his scummy rain water and said water is just a few degrees above freezing. I would imagine it is a feeling akin to sticking your huge, adorable nose into a freezer. Stupid dog.

I should have a 'stupid dog' tag, shouldn't I?

Short post.
So, my weekend was interesting. To say the least.



Turns out, being eaten by a shark cures my hatred of cameras. Who knew?

Other than the furmeet, life is pretty tame around here. We had snow (Snow!) but it didn't last. Oh, and the parental units are in Americaland, so I'm in charge. House is still unburnified, and brother is not yet deaded, so I'm doing well. The cat is evil. Evil.

Oh, and the best thing ever today is this:
youtube.com/watch

Yeah. I got nothing to say on that one.

Afterthought: You can't tell, but in that picture? Yeah, I'm totally wearing a tail.

Norway.

Let me explain.
We were at Disneyworld. Yay. In the place where it's all the different places in the world, I forget what the park is called. Anyway, Jack, little brother of mine, needs to use the toliet. Closest toilets are in Norway.
Thus, 'going to Norway', means... yeah, you can work that one out.

Anyone else here know phrases I use that need some explaining? 'kan and 'sen, to a certain extent, but...

Look ma, I'm blogging!

So, we have a new psychology teacher, and she's pretty cool. Examples of coolness: she says we have to call her Lizi, because being called miss makes her feel like a teacher. And, she's trying to stop smoking, so every time she needs an example of something, smoking is the first thing in her head. Funnyness.

On a strangely related note, watch www.youtube.com/watch this crazy song.

Now, one of the things I'm doing in psychology is stress. And, for giggles, Josh and Chris wrote a song called 'Stress'. They sang it for us. Well, chris sang it in a deadpan monotone, and Josh played the guitar with a look of epic concentration, and still got it wrong at the very end. The song I linked to is not the stress song, but it is them singing, so...

Anyway, 'Stress' contains such wonderful lines as:
'Stress is a powerful thing, whether you work on a farm or in an office building'
And the chorus goes:
'But the SAM and the HPA are there to help you run away,
Don't you worry, it'll be alright,
It's just a matter of Fight or Flight.'

This was, as you can imagine, wondrous. A couple of people recorded it on phones, so by the end of the month it will be on youtube as documented proof that learning is fun, if you make it fun. When I get the link I'll put it on here for you to see. You should be able to hear my class laughing in the background. The guitar solo was made of win and questionable dancing.

In other, this time unrelated, news, I went shopping and bought some cool stuff. Like a hoodie with panda ears. Oh, yeah, you read that right. Didn't notice the ears until we got the hoodie home, because it was awesome anyway, but seriously, it's like a neverending source of new coolness. It has ears. And the picture of a panda on the front comes off and there's a skull underneath. And the arms unzip for warm weather. I'm thinking it's maybe a super hoodie from outer space. I got a leather coat as well. Second hand shops are awesome.

Last bit of news, this time kinda sad:
Two days ago, Rascal, our silly dog (see my first post for epic nose) hurt his paw getting out of bed. How, I'm not sure, but you know when you rip your fingernail and you have to pull the last of it off or it'll catch on things? Anyway, he's been limping this past two days, and mum took him to the vet. Right now he's not in the house because we dropped him off at the vets this morning for a teeny little operation; the only reason they didn't sort it out last night is because dogs don't tend to understand that, even if it does hurt, your only trying to help, and they have to stay still. They're gonna remove the nail. Then he'll be okay again. It was sad watching him try to clean his feet and then hurt himself. And then try again because, you know, stupid dog.

Finally:
www.youtube.com/watch

Best. Thing. Ever. Today.

So, I'm bad at this whole posting thing. But you love me anyway, right?

I thought so.

I have a few things to talk about:
1:
I suck at exams. Moving on...


2:
Me and Nat went to watch the Rocky Horror Picture Show on the back of two free tickets I got from Children on the 90s. We got covered in rice (Nat stuffed some down the back of my top), attacked with water pistols, took part in a food fight consisting of stale toast, and danced to the Time Warp in a room full of strangers. And sang. It was AWESOME! Most fun I've had in a long time. Watching on your own = fun. Watching with a whole crowd of rowdy people = best thing ever. I had a really good time, even if I did get a bit freaked out by the disco bit afterwards. Watching fun movies with large group of people = good. Dancing in small space to loud, obnoxious music with large group of people = me curled in up corner whimpering quietly.

It does say something about me that when I was offered these tickets, my first thought was: 'I wonder if my sister will still be here on the 8th?'
Her response when I asked: 'Hell yeah!' Or something to that effect.

Anyway, that was good.


3:
( Okay, rant time. )


And that has been my life in 2009. I'd post some resolutions, but I won't keep them, so, meh. I don't care.

P.S
I just remembered, in the second episode of Dino Riders, the Bad Guys has a T-rex. Despite all the fuss that went into catching the first T-rex in the first episode, no one thought this was worth a mention. Also, that thing had way scary lips. Seriously, do lizards even have lips?

So I'm finally getting around to posting something. Yay me?

Nat's home. Me and her did some cooking, which was both wonderous and awful, which takes skill to pull off, so I'm pleased with us. My goofy sister stole my alpaca hat that Dad got me in Chile, which is fine because the thing is ugly as hell, in an incredible way. I think the power of the earflap-tassel hat went to her head though, because next thing I know she's shouting for more herbs and calling herself head chef. And she stole one of our balloon napkins to use as a bib, but lost it when she punched the real balloons.

Oh, right, we have balloons. There was a mini-party on Sunday, with cheese and cracker type party food and dips and a balloons and paper pplates from Woolworths, and a banner saying 'Happy Birthday'. Guess who's birthday it was? Yup, my mum. Not saying how old she is online, but let's just assume that seeing as her oldest child is nineteen, she's too old to have balloons on her birthday. Did she care? Not one bit. She was a happy lady. There was a Spongebob birthday cake, with icing that was, quite frankly, offensively yellow. Tasted nice, though. Like cake.

That was the good.

The bad came yesterday, when I freaked out at school again. For those that don't know, I do that. I wrote a rant and sent it to aforementioned goofy sister, and cried (a lot), and felt a bit better. Nat's reply was good. It contained the line '(Now I sound like The Doctor, Tennant flavour, but I have a point.)'
So, my sister is a Time Lord in diguise. Who knew? I don't feel like typing out my rant again, because now I feel kinda better, so I won't bother; let's just say that calling me petty when I'm angry is not a smart thing, and leads to a sad, sad Bob.

What else...? I downloaded Safari because I needed a second browser that doesn't suck (translation: Internet Explorer has eaten my email for the LAST TIME!), and I find myself rather enjoying the shiny. It's very clean... I'm sorta freaked out by the spell check, though. It tells me Xena is not a word, but it is, I tell thee!

Can't think of anything more. Meh. Cat is lying on my bed so that everytime she breathes her fur tickles my leg... which is cute, but annoying. And I feel like I should be writing, but I ain't.

Still, one week left of school, then I am a free Bob. Free to revise until my brain falls out of my ears, that is.
 

RASCAL ^_^
( Photographic evidence )
I know this isn't the most eloquent of first posts, but Nat maded me. Blame natalie_adcock . Is her fault.