More Proof!

Question from a TheSpark test, in other words the true holy word of God as to why Men= Pigs ;);)

20. The mind is sexier than the body.
a)True
b)True for pigs, which are smart but ugly

So now i'm pretentious aaaay

Sunny Sun

Grazing grass
flip flopping flip flops
butterfly fluttering by

Peace and Love

as tom tries to subdue his oinking tendenacies, the worlds women shake their head in disgust at the degenerating male sex. You don't have to have a valable reason to fuck someone. Right. But you have to have some pretty twisted valable reasons to fuck around with someone's head

She said i recall that time when all went strangely into place

Ever been in a situation where it just screams awkward platony. Have been having a lot of it lately. Yet no matter how many things happen to shock me or to make me happy, it all feels so natural. A mans face being kicked in balances out with tranquil settling moments of a river flowing beneath ones spinning head. Moments of confused understanding...

Post Exam Trauma

Having Nothing serious on your mind...
This is what it feels like:
Unscathed fresh mountain water music, the backdrop to everything still, even bird's twitter infilters through to show how little you have time to worry "People rise with the sun" The timeless pond, even it, is lying back, undisturbed by the occasional dipping leaf. Not writing to make magic, making magic to write. nature is magical, it's wizard. Too bad there are no dew drop clouds, that would really make it all idyllic. The long grass finally having the time to sigh it all out, the wind caressing it for an instant to remind the field it's still alive. Just because time stops sometimes, the swallow anxiously pushes it forwards. Oh, just enjoy the moment little swallow. Swirling and barely audible trees leave their limbs to relax. Fragile ligt, softens the creamy blue sky, it peaks from distant rested mountain. Pieces of the sky try to break through the reflection of the water's face. Breezes playfully obstruct any clarity. Seriously, time could stop all day and no one would be the wiser. Concentric perfection, a replica of a replica of a replica simply doing what it was told be the Laws of Above. Little white speck absurdly scouting the swaying stalks. Little fluttersome being why does it feel i could break you with the slightest touch? I want you to make more sence, for my sake, make more sence. Lacking of much of the latter, i feel that if life's normality starts to enclose one, scream some really weird shit at it...You make it stop and think about why its chosen this chosen path. Yes, confront reality with it's flaws and pull down all the sorry victims of routine down with it. But don't kill the victims, because thats when realitys got the better of you.

This is what i feel like all the time

DIY

How to Use a Penis

So Suzie-Q, you've found a penis but you don't know how to use it. Well, lucky for you I have a penis and I have spent a good part of my life using it. The most important thing to remember is that the penis was specially designed by God to make your vagina feel good. Unfortunately, God did a shitty design job and he attached the penis to a man - so the chances of a penis making you feel good are infinitesimal.

How to Use a Vagina

Discuss NPR, how much you respect women, and keep telling her you're not interested in sex right up until the point you cum inside her. Then get the hell out and watch Monday Night Football.Do you find all this talk about vaginas too complicated? God knew you would so he created something that avoids all of this nonsense. The hand. The most important thing to remember is that the hand was specially designed by God to make your penis feel good.

The full Article-which is i have to admit quite gross

Lets shed a collective tear towards the Years of Bassamage

Yes children, no, more, history, ever again. Its been nice, its been a ball, a blast even. I threw my historical review notes away in a bin faah faaah away near the lake, it was quite the "historical moment" get it (hahahaha). Well as much as we all loathed studying for this exam, you must admit that we've had some good times.
History related (can You SPOT which fun parts of History these are relevant to?? :P);
Cats of Kilkenny, Hitler's third testicle...or did he only have one? forgot heeh, Mussolinettes, Stalin and "de boys", General Sandwich and Colonel Wellington, man this is hard i can't think of history right now...hmm... oh yeah the armys *as he waved his arms* and Trotsky *as he started to trott* the Great Leap Forward *as he jump forwards*, Lloyd George vs Boy George, and then Deng bobbed back, Mao might have killed millions but Bassam has a weak spot for him so hes definitely an idealist, Stalin was a pragmatist, now to make this very relevan comparison between Hitler and Genghis Khan, its very very important to know the difference between how Chinese is phoneticly spellt and how its been translated (as if Chinese history wasn't gonna screw you over enough, now theres two names for everyone), yet the world wars could ALSO have been known as the Second Thirty Year War, according to A. J. P. Taylor, OGPU (and as Bibi just informs me it was funny because it sounded like dog poo) *giggle*
Pure Bassam
In response to going to the bathroom, "now now, we wouldn't want puddles", as the pencil case falls "whoops there goes your brain", as one scratches ones head " checking for splinters are we?", we're getting a little off subject here but...*30 mins later* and on this very relevant tangent *30 mins later* drinngg. the ever a-la-mode sock filled sandals, the strange pen marks on his bald spot, his amusing wooden stick, the ever lasting puns, relating EVERYTHING in History to Britain, even my Historical Investigation, taking wood from the forest and carrying it on his bicycle. You want to send me an email?...what is this internet you talk of...Oh yes the history, but its all on the website! Unless its the First and the Second world which are in my books, which you can't buy but you can photocopy all 60 pages of.
The Class
Throwing Notes very very discreetely, like via a tipex pen, lol or just the cap of the tipex, or LMAO inside a pencil case. the hole puncher aka the confetti machine aka the screachy noise making machine, the "your face" at the end of every treaty, clause, or alliance eg, Your face's the Triple Alliance, your mom's the Berlin Blockade (ouchh). Playing with the Monkey pen. Now lets conjugate Anshluss, angeschlossen, angeschlüsst (only funny for those taking german and having to suffer through irregular verbs aka Shyam). Doing flirty lippy, necky thing to every male in the room, especially shyam. Putting fun pen marks on bibi-franci's neck. Pushing yasi's chair to the other end of the room. Messin' with Bibi's hair. Franci listening iPod/playing with GameBoy Advance. Amy writing 20 pages in one essay. François' using a childrens book as a source for Historical Investigation and still getting a 7 :P Sending SMS' to each other within the class which say "are you going to history today?". Ieva asking what relevance the current subject has to the IB curriculum. Bibi and her little endearments towards Bassam, "andy and I had a little coffee together at break time"....
Yeah there are tons more which i'm sure we'll be reminded of daily, until then see you next year kids when you don't even Have to take history anymore (w00t).

transported far far away

I'm a high school lover, and you're my favorite flavor.
Love is all, all my soul.
You're my playground love.
Yet my hands are shaking.
I feel my body leaning.
Time's no matter, I'm on fire
On the playground love.
You're the piece of gold,
That flushes all my soul.
Extra time, on the ground.
You're my playground love.
Anytime, anywhere,
You're my playground love.
Air-Playground Love
Stop breathing out so deeply...

Instead of Thundering Thoughts-I thought something beautiful.

Jump off that cliff into the cupped hands of air. You're too heavy for any of its support and you will gracefuly be sucked into the transparency of canopies of air. "Gracefully", well, more like a pile of organs with skin flabbering around uncontrollably.

Someone out there on your little green ozone ball, feels you falling from above and something, makes them sharply inhale and they feel as if something is sucked out of them as well.
You know that shiver you feel when music sucks it out of you, or when you get goosebumps from something exciting? Its all but an interconectivity with that person jumping off the cliff, into the unknown. Its like in Prog Rock, where they have the drums but recorded backwards. Like nothing sucked out of nothing into the concrete sound of the drum being hit. A sort of Implosion. Where does it go? It goes to the center, to the importance. Where did i see that... i think 5th element...nevermind.
Suspension, your mind suspended in air; THATS what we were going to do. We were going to jump from that cliff, and freeze time. Midway through the jump, just freeze. Inhale, Exhale. Just Stop. Suddenly air's mythical strength is regained and you have something to relax against, your heart has slowly crawled back, from its 2 meter acceleration, and has tucked itself safely in some haven of comfort called your body. From that amazingly comfortable """freefalling position just swivel too a seated position. Just Relax.
Sounds like some SwissAir or Swiss, company logo thing, well it probably is.
Feels like your relaxed-self has, by some coy marketing scheme, been thrown into some prissy business class lounge. Its all so new and shiney, no one really knows what they're doing there. I mean who the hell wants to sit in those uncomfortable blavk leather chairs and watch CNN on silent? Now that would be the waiting room to hell. Something like that at least. So midway to hell, you freeze in air, you grab a packet of peanuts and say to yourself, "Well this is quite quaint innit?" .
You Relax
Or tell yourself to, in any case it all results into joining some self help anonymous club. With you as the teacher and the only student, repeating some false mantra to yourself, that has somehow numbed your mind long enough for it to feel good about itself.Like an old record playing and skipping at the same part over and over and ooover again, the part where "ohhh babby you knoww Iii " "ohhh babby you knooww ii" scratches out, in other words never getting to the punchline but it sounds nice anyways. Punchlines are for wussies, I think the whole story of life, when told amusingly enough is waaay better than some lame assed punchline which Eeeveryone saw coming, and even when they didn't they wish they hadn't. So you're sitting midair. You look down and something tells a cloud or two to look spiritually enlightening, some brightly darkened greys and some mucky yellow-golds aquarelle its ways up to blinding light-white. Oh don't go all clichéd on me. Stop trying to excuse your lack of vocabulary with some immediate afterthought. *sarah hits her brain*. You fastforward time and freeze it just in time to lay on the cloud. Towering around you, is a whole skyscape of an excuse for poetry. Its beautiful, sure, but so transient. One moment, a wave curling over, under the weight of precariously moulded ice crystal fluff, the next, an empty vacuo of blue. Periodically speaking, the cloud will come back, yet for now I'll keep my life on pause, sit, relax and enjoy the clouds englobuled in an instance of unescapability.

Yes, Sarah does look at the sky for what it is , not just to daydream in excape of reality,because, only when one looks to really see what is there at the surface, can one really look through it and see what true beauty lies deeply embedded within. Moral of the day children.

Besides wanting or not wanting to be virgins, we all have been going through some lovely exams. All we have to remind ourselves is that selfconfidence is half of the grade and that its only 50% of the grade, so only 25% of the grade and half of that will be failed so only 12.5% of the grade and it'll be on a curve so it'll be a 7. AT THE END OF THE DAY!!! WE'RE GONNNAAA DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. And yes math is killing me. Bla bla bla.
I haven't thought about a single male thing for the past 3-4 weeks. I like that, I like that something other than some bastard is dominating my thoughts. I mean i prefer having raunchy dreams at night vs crappy test failing ones, but in reality i feel like i'm doing something more constructive and important with my brain that throwing it at some "good looking" teenager. DIE. more death and a little red thing splattered on the side. Hey you wanna hear something reaally gross? Those of you who think Stephen King is scary close your eyes and read only a few sentences afterwards. Okay so in this movie "misery" right, theres this dude who is paralysed in bed and is sorta been taken hostage by this psycho fan of his. SHe goes psycho and puts a wooden block between his tow parallysed feet and takes this huge mallet and smashes his foot against the wooden block and it like totally bends and you see everything. NOw me and everyone who has been reading this is going to have nightmares. DOesn't that totally sucK?? NOthing interesting to write so go to bed!

2 Down 8 to go!!

If something beautiful, and yet inanimate, could make you orgasm, i definitely had a multiple orgasm today. I was walking down this little path that leads to my house just now. Storm clouds building up, they weren't as beautiful but it was in the air. It was all that could be smellt, aka the budding flowers, the damn concrete, the invisible coming rain that smells like water (i dunno it just does) and that together with intense greenery. But not puke your face nature crap, just a nice man made path with tall trees with bright green leaves that shine bright even during darkly clouded moments. Feel like prancing around like a goat and twirling around like a 5 yr old proud of her white dress that turns into a big poofy bell. Man, exams can be good for you in way. They make you cherish all the little things you could be doing at that moment, so much more. And yes i should be studying, but i my mind needs to rest to absorb reality for a while as well. :)
Oh yeah and for anyone who cares, the one eyed monkey is watching you. So you should care!

Why should she be the one who decides whether its off or on or on or off or on

Yeah, another day has passed and tomorrow is EXAMENESSSS *throws herself into the bottomless pit of felugila* [pronounced- Fe-lu-gi-la] [also more commonly known as not a word]
Anyways to the more interesting part of the day. Hair colours. I think University is the best excuse to do something outrageous to your hair, so I'm saying really short and magenta. But not until the second semester. Need a sanity base before everyone gives me weird looks :P But for now. Another shade of red? thats just boring. :(.

If in need to downloading an amusing song which probably applies to every second drunk Brit who's been to Ibiza, and thats ALL of you out there :P Fit and you know it, or any other song by The Streets

Midnight Madness, thoughts before eternal slumber and such

Reading through the past only to find more of the present.
Who am I kidding, an obsession that will never end.
You'll never love anyone but yourself.
And for things to remain that way you will have to kill.
How can the smallest comment make me smile this way?
Degrade me in more possible ways please.
You don't exist anyways.
You blend into a swirl of my imagination and fiction.
Nothing ever matters; its all some prefabricated game aka who are we trying to kidd?
Me I guess....

And i'll see you in my holiest dreams, baby.

(Friday night)

um, no.
How is it that horror movies and bloody action films barely make me flinch, but when 16 yr old Krouchnovina, Euro Sport star, misses that tripple backflip on the high bar and practicly rips her crotch in two, i shiver at the excruciating pain she must be feeling? Maybe its because its Re-Al-Ity.

Inside jokes- I'm gonna Rip Diss shee'
- Dog Psychologist! Dude i don't even know that much vocabulary. Dude i shouldn't know that much vocabulary.

(Saturday night)