Sunday, August 31

Just thought I'd post a little...


This is Homer Simpsons very famous Beer song. You really HAVE to sing this to get the full effect, you can sing it to the tune of Doe a Deer ....


DO-RE-MI-BEER, by Homer J. Simpson

DOUGH... the stuff... that buys me beer...
RAY ..... the guy that sells me beer...
ME...... the guy...who drinks the beer,
FAR..... the distance to my beer.
SO...... I think I'll have a beer.
LA...... La, la la la la beer
TEA..... no thanks, I'm drinking beer...
That will bring us back to...
(Looks into an empty glass)
D'OH!

Learn from the mistakes of others. You won't live long enough to make all of them yourself.


How to write gooder


1. Allways use a spel cheker.
2. Avoid long complex sentences which go on and on without using any punctuation to break up the long sentences as this can lead to confusion as people read your text
3. Avoid cliches like the plague. (They're old hat.) (You mark my words)
4. Prepositions are not words to end sentences with.
5. Employ the vernacular.
6. Eschew ampersands & abbreviations, etc.
7. Parenthetical remarks (however relevant) are unnecessary (and unwanted).
8. It is wrong to ever split an infinitive.
9. Contractions aren't necessary.
10. Avoid alliteration. Always.
11. Foreign words and phrases are not apropos.
12. Eliminate quotations. As Ralph Waldo Emerson said, "I hate quotations. Tell me what you know."
13. Comparisons are as bad as cliches.
14. One should never generalize.
15. Don't be redundant; don't use more words than necessary; it's highly superfluous.
16. Be more or less specific.
17. One-word sentences? Eliminate.
18. Analogies in writing are like feathers on a snake.
19. The passive voice is to be avoided.
20. Go around the barn at high noon to avoid colloquialisms.
21. Even if a mixed metaphor sings, it should be derailed.
22. Exaggeration is a million times worse than understatement.
23. Who needs rhetorical questions?
24. Understatement is always best.
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Letter of Resignation


Saturday August 30 2008
Pretzel Enterprises
123 Pretzel lane, Pretzelville

Dear Pretzelhead,


This is to formally notify you that I am resigning from Pretzel Enterprises as Jehovah's assistant.
I regret to inform you that today will be my last day of employment.
I want to thank you for all you have not done for me in my employment here,
and for wasting my life in serving a management team who are obviously
inbred.
Sincerely,


The Messiah,
Jehovah's assistant

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An interesting anagram

Mother-in-law = Woman Hitler

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How to give a cat a pill:

1) Pick cat up and cradle it in the crook of your left arm as if holding a baby. Position right forefinger and thumb on either side of cat's mouth and gently apply pressure to cheeks while holding pill in right hand. As cat opens mouth pop pill into mouth. Allow cat to close mouth and swallow.

2) Retrieve pill from floor and cat from behind sofa. Cradle cat in left arm and repeat process.

3) Retrieve cat from bedroom, and throw soggy pill away.

4) Take new pill from foil wrap, cradle cat in left arm holding rear paws tightly with left hand. Force jaws open and push pill to back of mouth with right fore-finger. Hold mouth shut for a count of ten.

5) Retrieve pill from goldfish bowl and cat from top of wardrobe. Call spouse from garden.

6) Kneel on floor with cat wedged firmly between knees, hold front and rear paws. Ignore low growls emitted by cat. Get spouse to hold head firmly with one hand while forcing wooden ruler into mouth. Drop pill down ruler and rub cat's throat vigorously.

7) Retrieve cat from curtain rail, get another pill from foil wrap. Make note to buy new ruler and repair curtains. Carefully sweep shattered figurines and vases from hearth and set to one side for gluing later.

8) Wrap cat in large towel and get spouse to lie on cat with head just visible from below armpit. Put pill in end of drinking straw, force mouth open with pencil and blow down drinking straw.

9) Check label to make sure pill not harmful to humans, drink 1 beer to take taste away. Apply Band-Aid to spouse's forearm and remove blood from carpet with cold water and soap.

10) Retrieve cat from neighbour's shed. Get another pill. Open another beer. Place cat in cupboard and close door onto neck to leave head showing. Force mouth open with dessert spoon. Flick pill down throat with elastic band.

11) Fetch screwdriver from garage and put cupboard door back on hinges. Drink beer. Fetch bottle of scotch. Pour shot, drink. Apply cold compress to cheek and check records for date of last tetanus jab. Apply whiskey compress to cheek to disinfect. Toss-back another shot. Throw Tee shirt away and fetch new one from bedroom.

12) Ring fire brigade to retrieve the fuc-ing cat from tree across the road. Apologise to neighbour who crashed into fence while swerving to avoid cat. Take last pill from foil-wrap.

13) Tie the little bastard's front paws to rear paws with garden twine and bind tightly to leg of dining table, find heavy duty pruning gloves from shed. Push pill into mouth followed by large piece of fillet steak. Be rough about it. Hold head vertically and pour 2 pints of water down throat to wash pill down.

14) Consume remainder of Scotch. Get spouse to drive you to the emergency room, sit quietly while doctor stitches fingers and forearm and removes pill remnants from right eye. Call furniture shop on way home to order new table.

15) Arrange for RSPCA to collect mutant cat from hell and ring local pet shop to see if they have any hamsters.












How to give a dog a pill:
1) Wrap it in bacon.

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A genuine excerpt from complaints written to Landlords:
Our lavatory seat is broken in half and is now in three pieces.

Don't you just want to kick him in the head?
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How to drive other people insane

1) At lunchtime, sit in your parked car and point a hair dryer at passing cars to see if they slow down.

2) Page yourself over the intercom. (Don't disguise your voice.)

3) Insist that your e mail address be:'xena-goddess-of-fire@companyname.com' or 'Elvis-the-king@companyname.com'

4) Every time someone asks you to do something, ask if they want fries with that.

5) Encourage your colleagues to join you in a little synchronised chair dancing

6) Put your waste bin on your desk and label it 'IN.'

7) Develop an unnatural fear of staplers.

8) Put decaf in the coffee maker for 3 weeks.Once everyone has gotten overtheir caffeine addictions, switch to espresso.

9) Reply to everything someone says with a sneering"That's what you think."

10) Finish all your sentences with "In accordance with the prophecy."

11) Adjust the tint on your monitor so that the brightness levellights up the entire working area. Insist to others that you like it thatway.

12) Don't use any punctuation

13) As often as possible, skip rather than walk.

14) Ask people what sex they are.

15) Specify that your drive through order is "to go."

16) Sing along at the opera.

17) Go to a poetry recital and ask why the poems don't rhyme.

18) Find out where your boss shops and buy exactly the same outfits. Wear them one day after your boss does. (This is especially effective if your boss is the opposite gender.)

19) Send e-mail to the rest of the company to tell them whatyou're doing. For example: "If anyone needs me, I'll be in the bathroom."

20) Put mosquito netting around your cubicle.

21) Five days in advance, tell your friends you can't attend their,party 'cause you're not in the mood.

22) Leave the photocopier set to reduce 200%, extra dark, 17" paper, 99 copies.

23) If you have a glass eye, tap on it with your pen while talking to others.

24) Insist on keeping your car windscreen wipers running in all weather conditions 'to keep them tuned up'.

25) Highlight irrelevant material in scientific papers and 'cc' them to your boss.

26) Disassemble your pen and 'accidentally' shoot the cartridge across the room.

27) Shout random numbers while someone is counting.

28) Staple papers in the middle of the page.

29) Decline to be seated at a restaurant, and simply eat their complimentary mints by the till.

30) TYPE ONLY IN UPPERCASE or iN a ComBinAtIon of UpPeR and lOWerCAsE ChaRACtErS.

31) Try playing the William Tell Overture (the Lone Ranger theme tune) by tapping on the bottom of your chin or your teeth with a pen or your nails. Just before the end, announce: "No, wait, I messed it up," and repeat again and again.

32) While making presentations, occasionally bob your head like a parakeet.

33) Use the word " like " over and over every 3-4 words. For Example ; ".. and like, he was like - in the car like, and so drunk that like, he couldn't even like get out of it !"

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How do you put Pikachu into a Bus?


Pokemon





What has loads of keys but can't open doors?

A piano



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By Ellece


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How pointless ._.

Those six days felt like a lifetime

That's all I wanted to say.

Saturday, August 30

Not an obsession, definitely not

Dear invisible receptors,
As you may have noticed I haven't posted anything for a while. Not like that's a problem or anything? Right..... r-r....right?
*Huggles her Teddy bear and box of tissues whilst sucking thumb*

*Coughsneeze*

Dun' get to close. I'm virally infectious.
And the cat's being adventurous.

Would you look at that? I can rhyme while I'm unhealthy
*Puffs out chest*


*Coughack*

I'm all action.

Scary Movie 4's on soon. I forget what it's about assuming I've actually seen it. Which is doubtful.

But I saw Monty Python's Life of Brian. He's not the Messiah okay?! And we got to see his weiner. Not that I was looking or anything


>_>

<_<


That's about the most exciting thing that's happened to me today. Excluding the numerous, life-threatening coughing fits and the cat actually being nice to me for once. (That's the cat with no name) or Starlight as Jess likes to call it.


*Dies*
X.X

Sunday, August 24


No I can’t bury the hatchet
And I don’t want to try
As far as I see it
You’re more insignificant than a fly.
You screwed me around
and played with my feelings
you turned my world upside-down
and pushed me over the railings.
You’re worth less than shit
I hope you can see that
I know you won’t admit to it
you know you’re nothing more than a rat
I hate you.
I really do.



No I can’t bury the hatchet
you hurt me so bad
nothing can match it
what you did made me mad.
I’m ripping up our picture
and throwing out your ring
you were so immature
your neck I’d like to wring.
There is no excuse in the world
for the things that you did
your actions made me hurl,
you’re disgusting, you’re horrid
and, Babe, I hope you choke
from my hands around your throat.

These sonnets mean nothing to me.
No relevance to reality.
'Kay?
Kay.

Saturday, August 23

You're a bloody wonder.

Keys.
Superballs.
Fur.
Pins and needles.
Have you ever wondered about leopards? What are they? Are they leo's or are they pards?
The script on the charmy thingies is from a 'forbidden' Chinese Dynasty. It's BAD. But the symbol means TREASURE *eyes light up* Arrrrrrrrrr, Mateyyyyy.

"I've got the charts!"
"Well that makes you... Chartman!"

My teeth hurt.
"Silver's good enough for me.... Mr.T"
The pride of one can be smashed in seconds all at the mercy of a single rumour. Or, sometimes, rumours. Yeah, it's rumours with a "U".

"Can I help you with your homework?"
"Sure! Name three words where 'y' is the vowel."
"..."

Sky, fly, my.

"I would rather stick pins in my eyes."

'You're so gay and you don't even like boys.'

Random.



Tired, weird and bored don't go well together, honestly.
Isn't it nice to have a blog where you can express yourself without feeling like a complete nutcase? Because, after all, there are bigger nutcases than you out in the big, big world. Especially the blogging world and, though you wouldn't believe it (;]), internet chat rooms. Though there are some pretty strange kids in those places. Even stranger than I. You've got to admit. If you know me like I do, that's pretty damn strange.

Moving forward.

EMOS TODAY
Ruining Teenagers for Everyone.

But you have to admit it to yourself, if not everyone else, some of them are pretty talented, hot-looking people. No matter how depressing they are.

"You're so sad you should buy a happy meal.
You're so skinny you should super-size the deal."

http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=395181511&blogID=425836506

Check out this MySpace blog. It's got some interesting stuff about labels and stereotypes in it.
Some of the comments made me curious about "straight edge" kids, though. I'd heard of them before but maybe it's time to do some investigating.

*Bond music plays in the background*
Dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun DUN DUN... DUN DUN DUN
*Pew, pew, pew!!!*

You get the picture.

I told you random, weird and bored don't go together. And wet. When wet's thrown into the mix everything just goes completely haywire. Plus the cat is being a freak. Probably mirroring my mood.
My cat loves me...
*Cough*sarcasm*Cough*


I hate people.
I honestly, truly hate them. (Or just despise them a lot. At the moment) What the hell is their problem? Aren't friends supposed to be your friends through anything? Even if you are a bitch to them at times but only because they were annoying you... Seriously, I didn't do anything wrong! I'm just sitting there, say a random comment and then she goes ahead and thinks that she can contradict me and say shit that are full-on lies even though she may not realise it at the time! Then... her friend has a go at me because I had a go at her! At least she apologised and didn't hold it against me. It's not like I did anything wrong. I find it hard to say sorry when I've actually made a mistake but you're pushing it if you think I'm regretting it or saying sorry at all for the tiniest little freak out. If anyone's in the wrong it's her and she can just get over it. I have other friends. Doesn't matter what class they're in.

And where the hell does she (different she) get off saying I should 'say sorry to dad'. She knows NOTHING of the ex-father and she shouldn't make it ANY of her business and neither should anyone else for that matter! She can choose to tell everyone her deep, dark family problems and advertise her past all over the school but I'd prefer not to. I'm not one of those people that is so desperate for attention that she's going to tell 'a few people' even people she's not close to about her family issues. And why the fuck should I say sorry to that piece of CRAP? UGH! What the hell?!! Would she actually stop to think WHY I haven't talked to him in like 7 years? Why the fuck would I say sorry! If anyone! ._. She also just expects everyone to know about her past. That's not the way it should go down. But, sure, if she's that type of person and it makes her feel better to 'talk' about things, then she can go ahead but she does absolutely not have the right to expect everyone to share her sort of thinking. It doesn't work that way, sweety. We're not all like you.

"It's gonna happen. It's meant to happen. One step at a time."

I like this lyric :]
I think it's pretty.

But Jason Mraz has the most brilliant mind :\ Seriously, I'd, like, tap that.
(Not his lyric)

Sponges are fun. They're squishy and can absorb things. I wish I could absorb things like a sponge. That'd make life so much simpler. Well, the educational side of things I suppose absorption plays it's part in memory.

The cat keeps licking itself and the fur is staying in it's mouth >.< I'm higher on the food chain than it. So I'm BETTER. No matter how much power it has. AND it sleeps in a basket with the dog >=] beaten, mate.


"If they're really just friends why don't you choose me over them?"

Also a good lyric.

OH! I wanna learn the chords for These Walls - Teddy Geiger.
'Cause, well, they're only chords. It's not like they have the melody in piano at all actually.

'I've got no master plan to help me out
Or make me stand up for
All the things I really want
You had me to afraid to ask
And as I look ahead of me
Cry and pray for sanity'

Yes, good lyrical genius *nod*




Started the day out not feeling photogenic.
Things can change for the better.

Yay small miracles.

Saturday, August 16

I want to write something clever
Something that requires real wit.
Something about… leather
Or a feather
Or…or…pish never.
I couldn’t write something funny,
even if my life depended on it.
I would crash and burn most likely
and my body would be thrown in a pit.
There it would rot for years and years.
While my peers
go on to become great comedic poets
yes, the greatest of our time.
But then, my name is mentioned,
how sublime.
They’ve tagged me a ‘legend’
in the department of ‘depression’
A-wha?
Bu--
HUH?
That is so not fair.
I was given an ultimatum!
I refuse this fanfare.
Turning in my grave at this travesty
how dare they label me the queen of tragedy!
To hell with them
I will write something AMAZING
in Heaven.
They’ll see….
I’ll
make them see
I can be funny!
Haha barely.

Friday, August 15

Aux Champs Elysees

Well, it's gone. The best blog ever. Couldn't find it and I'm crushed.
Time for negativity and slut-bashing.


Emily Mackerell. Yes. Full names now. She probably already has all her details and the corner that she conducts her business from on her MySpace so I feel no guilt whatsoever.

She is the rudest, sluttiest, bitchiest whore that I have ever come across. Ellece and I were in Jewellery, before her lot, put our books on the table then walk off to get our stuff. Now when she walks in, we're in the back room, she moves our stuff out of the way and she and her entourage sit down. When he come back they're all sitting there! And SHE has the GOOD chair. She's not the one with the fucked up back! Ugh. Just FRUSTRATES ME. >.

Moving forward.

I'm tired and am going to attempt to write a happy poem =D
Wh00t

Wednesday, August 13

Ohhhhhhh boy

Not happy.
It saved the post but didn't save anything.

Reeeeally not happy.

Going to bed now.

I should be sane enough to go looking for it tomorrow without hurting anything.

Night, blogging world.

Tuesday, August 12

He he he

I love all my ill-gotten wives, husbands, cleaners, mistresses, boyfriends, girlfriends, fiance's...
And they love me!
I'm such a bigamist.

But they love it.


I r tired

xx
Your wife, carrier of stick, master, boss, girlfriend, fiance`, husband, boss again, friend, confidant, mate, stalker, sex object, team mate, fuck buddy, shoulder to lean on, owner, freak, 15-year-old, person, sister, daughter, mother of many children of rape,
but most of all...

BEAN

Sunday, August 10

Tell him you'll thrash him at lingual wars

I was nice tod-- yesterday!

xDD


I feel special and and needed a-and loved!


I got the hands-free thingo from my mum's phone (nokia) and gave it to my brother. Ever since he was failing at multi-tasking that one time (brother + peeling potatoes + talking to girlfriend = big, bleedy mess) Moving forward. I thought 'hm, Kieran + multi-tasking = fail. Maybe, these nokia phones have similiar outputs... lets see.... 'OI YOU!' *shoves hands-free at brother*' brother NEGLECTS hands-free! Nuff rude! Then... later on... you see him emerging from his room with EAR PHONES IN TALKING! And I'm thinking 'BOO YEAH!' And then... he does something in the kitchen and I say to him 'thank you, Teagan for the hands-free' and he says, rather mumbles, 'thanksforthehands-free.'


See, seeeeee!





Am I nice or WHAT!?



What!
I thought as much.

Just goes to show that I actually DO have a will to help.
Contrary to popular belief.


OMG


DAUGHTER ALERT!


Overuse or caps alert more like.

Anyway. I'll leave you to ponder.











Au Revoir






Doesn't it just tear you apart,
when the world is falling in around you.
When people are toying with your heart,
making you believe things to be untrue.
When you have certain nostalgia for a time,
that you thought was just so magical.
You thought your life was on a climb,
turns out it wasn't so real.
You’re starting to snap then, think;
‘what the hell am I doing?’
you blink,
and start
living
.
It’s your life and you do what you feel.

If they intervene, well, you just sit back and smile.

Saturday, August 9

Spark your heels up against the picket fence...

...I built

Wicked.

Everything's "wicked" at the moment. And if it ain't wicked it's, yep you guessed it, "anti-wicked" 'cause that's just the way I roll.

Wick-IT!

^_^
I r gangstuh, yo'?

I'm sure gangsters don't use apostrophes... New craze? Yeah? Yeahhh?? Nah....

Hrms.

I wish He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named hadn't moved. Hmmm... and I also wish He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named's friends didn't hate me. And I wish I didn't hate them and I wish He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named didn't hate my friends and they didn't hate him.

But I guess that's the way life goes.
Can't win 'em all.

But you know what sucks?

I wish He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named took my side instead of Roach's... Now that's just not cool, man. He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named should always take my side. No matter what. But apparently not.

(I feel a poem coming on)

And I'm sure Roach is indeed happy about this.

He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named is a bastard and should go hang himself with his own guitar strings.

Violent ,I know, but then maybe he can strangle some sense into himself and all will be well again.

My Ugg Boots are dirty ;_;
I blame Melissa though. Should've gone AROUND the ditch but nooooo Teagan has to go THROUGH it. I still say my way was shorter. Even if you did go around the ditch. But anyway. MY WAY WAS SHORTER.


And... Stephenie... IT'S A CROWN! Damn it! Grargh

=DD

In conclusion... Your mother is a gay anti-wicked...... person... :]



DAVID TENNINCH FOREVER!




Peace, mate
Bean-age.





Thursday, August 7

I want you bleeders

I can't eat for ten hours.
And... it only sucks when you don't eat for ten hours.... 'cause you know you can't which makes you want to.

And... I can't have breakfast and I need to take a shower...

I r tired.

xx
Bean

Sunday, August 3

In the cold

Teagan feels left out now.

And a bit confused even though I shouldn't be.

And I feel bad.

And I can't say why

>.<

Saturday, August 2

It's my party and I'll cry if I want to

Bloody hell I hate teenagers.
They're a group of bitchy, complaining, gossipy skanks and whores who care about nothing and no one but themselves, their appearence and who they'd like to fuck.

And the ones that are all 'FRIENDS ARE AWESOME I'D DIE FOR THEM' would do anything in their power to bring you down then blame it on their friends! Like they can't control them or some shit.

Then there are the ones that are just plain bitches and hate you for no reason.

Then... there are the ones who physically hurt you.


I am just so over all the lies and the bullshit.
Why can't people just crawl into their holes and drop it?