Formal season is now over.

WHAT AN AWESOME 2 WEEKS

Year 12 is full of weird and wonderful adventures. Some of which are scary some of which are, not surprisingly, fun!

Lets just say I love formaling. Now let me explain...

The first two photos you can see are of my formal. The dress was AMAZING! Mum made it, with a bit of help from me. It (quite obviously) won most colourful. Angus and I also were awarded cutest couple along with my buddy liz and her date. All in all, an amazing night. Absolutely fabulous. I have discovered a love for dancing. I can tell you now that I plan to dance all night every night when I turn 18.

The other two photos were of Angus and I at my best buddies formal. Angus/ Angy escorted Jack (best friend since I was 3) and I, Helen/ Lionel escorted Alison (best friend since I was 2). As you can see we had a great time cross dressing and I took on some kid on the dance floor flouncing him out of the picture with my amazing MOOOOOVVVVVVESSSS.

OH what a year we are having so far!

MUM

I LOVE MY MUM!

Formal

2 formals coming up

First is my good buddies formal and angus and I are going dressed as our opposite genders, so far we have a dress for angus and I'm going to steal a jacket for my suit from my drama closet tomorrow.

For my own formal, which is coming up on tuesday next week, I have my mother working like a mule to make me an extravagant costume like dress (I'll post photos soon!)

I made some funky shoes with some cheap heals, superglue and sequins. ANNNNNND today I bought some of those COOL-AS feather eyelashes

FAIR TRADE

Yummy delicious chocolate at a great price that causes no one to be enslaved? That seems like a fair trade to me :D

Look out for the purple wrapper, cadburys Dairy Milk products are now FAIR TRADE! Please support this amazing company and make the move to fair trade by buying their Dairy Milk products, its about time one of the big companies decided to change there evil ways. For more info on Fair Trade and what that means go to http://www.fta.org.au/ AND PLEASE FIND OUT MORE.

Join them on facebook and become involved. Just because you cannot see the evils of slave labour taking place does not mean you are not involved in it.

Also the image I've posted is of the Fairtrade logo, look out for it!

CRAFTY!

I'm getting crafty.

YAY!

I also need to do my philosophy homework.

BLERGH!

I am sick today and I have just gotten back from a two day bike ride. Oh oh oh andddddd I am seeing predators today with my friendling sam:D

anywayz back to my craftiness I am doing some beady stuff. I'll take photos and post when its all done:D

Writing a story. Or trying to...

I'm writing a story. I've started a few things but they've been far too... "tomorrow when the war began", which I love but I cant just copy (sadly)

Any-who, there's one thing I really want to write but I'm not sure if it's the time to yet. I'll get back to you on that one.

Anyway heres one of my best poems, written at Angus's work (red rooster)

two fat men eating

At the end of the tub

of who knows what

he scraps with well rehearsed

well practiced

expertise

He puts it in his mouth

quickly

licking his fingers

disgusting, yes, but

precise also,

an action that has been

perfected, well rehearsed,

well practiced

The other speaks through

greasy lips, gutturally

from deep down in the huge

expanse of his

round center

Though its filtered through

a ruined throat,

one can just imagine pieces of lunch of

yesterday wedged in next to

afternoon tea, dinner and dessert

Dripping

waiting for room to clear

in the enormous insides

The first suck the extras

from between his teeth

he packs away his containers

with that same

well rehearsed, well practiced

Preciseness

The second rolls around on his seat

perhaps uncomfortable,

waiting for his unpredictable bowels

to move

He speaks again and the guttural

voice returns

now even more distorted by the recent

not quite ingestions

They irritate me

with the way the have become

like its natural

they get up to leave and as they stand

I feel as if I am the chairs they were

sitting on

released of a hugely unwanted weight

CLEAN(ish) ROOM, NEW (old) POEM

Mother and I have cleannnnnnneeeeeedddddddddd

so in celebration here is one of my poems:D

SLEEPY

Eyelids fall, weighted by sleepiness

as hard as we try

there is no way to stay awake

we trudge home and

heads fall, weighted by

sleepiness

as hard as we try

There is no way to stay awake

then we toss and turn

time passes, aggravated by

sleepiness

as hard as we try

try is no way to sleep