snakes

me-"me and lucy are going to rottnest"
mum-"we'll will have to talk about that"
brother-"why? are you worried about snakes?"
mum-"it's the human snakes im worried about"

Charming.

Does this smell like procrastination to you?

Procrastination should be classified as a hobby. It is the most fullfilling thing I could do all day. Seriously, what is more enjoyable than staring at the wall, cleaning my room, rearranging my wardrobe and laying on my bedroom floor contemplating the mysterious of life?

Studying?

Wha..?

It seems that this so called "studying" is a new form of art that I am yet to master. People say, "I can't do anything this weekend, I have to study"

WHAT?

All weekend?

The total 48 hrs?

That's gotta be a world record.

I know that if I planned to study the whole weekend, my days would go like this:

Friday night- CBF studying..watch horror movies..
Saturday morning- oohh I said I planned to study today....but cleaning my room is SO much more appealing..
Saturday afternoon- Study?...I need to do my daily Wii Fitness...maybe after...
Saturday night- oohh let's watch the repeat of some movie! (Usually Mean Girls, The Notebook,...Star Wars...Bambi..) seriously, ANY movie becomes worth watching.
Sunday morning- mmm, play with my dog, roll on the floor, do some good old facebook stalking
Sunday afternoon- Wii?
Sunday night- one attempted hour of study, with the assistance of facebook.

Ahhh, and that is how you waste one good weekend, though usually I'm child-laboured into my unrewarding minimum wage job, unable to actually do anything..

Top Ten Ways To Procrastinate

1. Clean your room
2. Wash your dog
3. Stare at the wall, consider painting it and then consider watching paint dry.
4. Wait for the grass to grow
5. Become a Jehovah's Witness so you can walk around the streets all day selling your fake religion and you will not actually need to return home.
6. Look at your baby photos
7. Look at your parent's baby photos.
8. Start a new art project (This includes but is not limited to: plastering photos all over your wall, sewing sequins to a shirt, painting a tree/fruit or re-arranging your room)
9. Take up prostitution (hey, if you don't pass your exams at least you will have a back-up plan)
10. FACEBOOK, FACEBOOK, FACESTALK, FACEBOOK.

Happy studying people!



(no offence to Jehovahs witnesses Btw)

(its better than Scientology)

(im just saying)

sour cream

Today I did something I'd never thought I would do.


I bought a bottle of self-tanning lotion.


You see, my skin, as I like to put it is "whiter than sour cream." Don't you hate it when you sit in the sun and you are blinded by the whiteness of your own skin?
Is it just me?
It seems that I have just began an epic mission, the unachievable conquest of tanning my legs. Now, people are usually one of two types, ones that burn and then tan or the ones that just tan.
I'm neither, I guess you could describe me as - the one who burns, stays red, and then the skin returns to the pre-roasted state. Sun does not seem to affect my legs. Once I sun-baked in my backyard for the whole afternoon and the colour of my skin did not alter in the slightest. And it was a hot day.

Except there was this one time when I got extremely burnt. So burnt that my skin was warm long after I had actually been in the sun. I felt like I was in a daze, my head was light and fuzzy. But that was the least of my worries. You see, that morning I had gotten up early to go crabbing with my stepdad and brother. I covered myself in suncream and thought I was adequately protected. But I was wrong. I had forgotten about the gap between my shirt and my shoulders, as the shirt dipped at the back. To put it lightly, my skin looked horrific, like someone had literately painted my back with red paint or had covered me in paprika like I was some sort of tandoori chicken.

Ouch.

But, I am not the type of person who learns from experience, so let the roasting begin!