Lots of stuff has happened lately. But instead of boring you with that, I'd rather bore you with this paragraph of nonsense I wrote when I was supposed to be researching for a history essay of some description.


There is much speculation among experts on the topic of the legendary Telephonic Kaleidoscope Revolutionary Riots od Dusseldorf. The events surrounding this legend are mysterious and often dismissed out of disbelief. Dr. Fredrik Geoffrey has theorised that the seemingly magical disappearance of Crown Prince Benjy Frandenwick was in fact a rare natural phenomenon, which he has identified as Teleosmoporosys. He describes this natural occurrence as "the sudden disappearance of one wearing a flamingo feather jacket and leather boots." It is caused by magnetic fields that appear around the leather boots that conflict with the aerodynamics of the flamingo feather jacket. He warns that these two items of clothing, though mostly harmless on their own, together make a deadly vortex, powerful enough to envelop an entire African elephant. 


Be careful of what you wear... 

Starting from tomorrow I shall be bombarded with exams, or in other words, starting from tomorrow I shall be dead. I should be revising right now but, well, I'm too busy... not revising. Ahem.

At the moment I am reading Phillip Pullman's Dark Materials, which is making it profoundly difficult to advance from not-revising to revising. It is an amazing trilogy, I love it!

My toes are cold. Really cold. Really very extremely amazingly extraordinarily cold. I think they're about to fall off. I shall go and get some socks now.

I am dead. Or just tired. Or perhaps both. I am dead tired.

Today I woke up in the morning, and it's the weekend.  That might not seem such a big deal but it is. I'm not awake on weekends before 12pm. I love mornings, really. I'm just never around to see them. Anyway the reason I was awake so early was because I went to watch my little brother play tennis (it's one of those school things so they put it on at eight in the morning, because they are just that evil.)  It was amusing, his opponent was short and the ball was bouncing over his head. I imagine that would be very annoying.

Anyway, after that I went Fringing. Because the Fringe is on I hadn't been yet. I was very upset by that.  And because I'm a poor broke little soul I just wandered around Rundle St. watching the street performers. There was much machete juggling and fire twirling. It was great!

Now for some time travel (because in the extensive periods of time between posts I do many exciting things I like to talk about, such as colour coding my socks and alphabetising my bookshelf); last weekend I learnt to ride a bike! On Monday my school is taking us on a mountain-biking excursion, because they couldn't be bothered with the usual camp. This was considerably daunting as I didn't even know how to ride a bike on safe, even, non-mountainous ground. ( tiger_cub684 lovingly called me "half-human" upon hearing this information.) So two good friends of mine decided to teach me, and now I can dooo it!  Well, apart from all the turning and breaking and not-crashing-into-letterboxes-and-little-children.  Like I said, I got this bike thing down. 

(And also, happy Saint Patrick's Day!)

Well, I have decided to post something here because... because I'm bored. Because I have nothing better to do. Because it's been an eternity since I last posted something and because I should be doing homework. All very good reasons. To write. About something. Probably books and school, because sadly enough that's essentially what my life consists of.

My English teacher feels that not enough people read books and has made it her business to ensure we read for at least half an hour every week for homework. So now, when my parents knock irritably at my door in the dark hours of the night, no longer will I say "just finishing my page!" and then continue to read the next couple of chapters but instead call "just finishing my homework!" and finish the whole book. And yes, that is the most exciting thing that has happened to me ever since my last post. Sad isn't it.

But not really, because I just recently read The Hitch Hikers Guide To The Galaxy by Douglas Adams and then proceeded to document various sightings of forty-two, it being such an important number and all. One such instance was during a dolphin cruise at Port Adelaide, we actually saw some dolphins, but I didn't take pictures of them, I took pictures of forty-two. And of this half submerged car. And of a pelican that was standing on a stick. Or pole. A pelican that was standing on a long, thin-ish, vertical wooden thing that was sticking out of the water in a stick-like manner.