oh me oh my

christmas eve ey? i think when i have money which i don't now i am going to buy a white mouse, called Mortimer Mouse and i will dye him blue with food colouring. i am at the state library because i don't have a computer. today i might be going to my parents house. i haven't been there about three weeks since i moved out, so that'll be an experience but mayhaps not one i really wish to have. at least i have 'Moab Is My Washpot' which is a memoir by Stephen Fry which Bell gave me for christmas. She's in whyalla now so i have the house to myself. It's not really lonely like I exepected and Dan came over yesterday and now there's not a speck of nutmeg at West street. so I've just been pottering about today- maybe eating too much chocolate possibly and oreos and indulging in such intellectual viewing as 'Angela Anaconda' and 'Best Ed' but yes. i'm feeling normal, not abnormal for the first time really since last saturday which is so nice actually. Just going through the camera -- we need to get most of it developed, it's a total riot with pictures of evil koalas and polyjuice potion and close ups of everyone's eye. so that's good hey.
okay well i need to think of some ideas of how to occupy myself when i'm with my family.
okay, okay. okay.
Love to you all my dear my darling ones

idiot

gah, not sleeping is not cool. yesterday and today are one big conglomerate filled with cold forgotten coffee, son of sam by elliott smith, my sister snoring like a beast, bright lights, unfinished histograms, self-loathing and the evil glow of the internet holding everything together. pretty average day yesterday, after school i went to town and the markets, wrote a letter to a friend, then i came home and did other stuff like shower and wash the dishes but not at the same time, although oh my god, i don't know if i'm just sleep deprived or if that is the greatest idea on this earth. also watched futurama and looked for postage stamps which i found which had yellow wattle on them, not really the look i was going for  but one can't be too picky. note to self: sleep for god's sake
well at least this weekend should be pleasant.

hello
i'm a teenager and i don't do very much. i walk through the corridors of my school and through my life feeling very odd. it bothers me, life does. i don't understand why its so rubbish. but then again it has no reason not to be. it can be whatever it wants and we can't say 'life, don't be like that' because either nothing will happen or we'll die and it won't matter if one person thinks it's excremental. I'm back on blogger because even though there are some classy blogs  on tumblr they waste my time. even though blogger is a seldom-visited wasteland these days i thought that i would go back and write about my life on it. because that is what  young closet narcissists and attempted creative types who are lost in today's world are best at - writing about their lives which are more often than not laugh-a-minute non-stop adventure thrill rides of fun and frivolity. Nah, not really.  so at this minute i lay uncomfortably on my bed, picking at the last of my vegetable biryani (because indian food is my only love) and thinking about the month to come. right now there's a plan brewing and bubbling, a ridiculous plan that is to move out somewhere with isabellarg. we'll see. seems like a pretty dumb thing to do, anyone who thinks i'm gonna be able to get a job is insane. i can hardly order food without talking at a level only the hounds take heed of. whatever.
so that's my first post.