Are you success?

"Now find 100cent!"
Why don't keyboards have a cent sing when they have a '$' sign? No-ine thinks in cents any more. Or with sense either for that matter.
Hah. Hah. Hah. Do you be feeling my brain laughter?
Today I was beaten by my Gradmother at squash. Five times. This comes off her last five win streak. In fact I have only beaten her about three times ever. She is sixty. Boy am I healthy.
Crumby, crumby muscles!
Tonight is my last night of cartoon network. Tommorow i go back to wellington, where I think the first thing I am going to do is buy a cask of wine. Drinking is fun. but before that there will be the bus trip. I hate busses. They are filled with people, and sometimes the people have babies. If they do not, the smell and are simply too close to me. They sit in the seat in frount of me and recline their seat as much as possible so that when the bus trip is over my legs are so numb that I fall over and the bums reident at the rail station steal my wallet and luggage. Then Jesus laughs at me.

Almost 7o'clock. I don't know what that means, but it better be good.

yup. looks like rain.

come back to sunny sunny waipuk, and it is raining. what happened to spring? It was hot and sunny and skin-crispy-fying a few days ago, and now it is just crap. And it's not even constant crap, either. It looks sunny and bright, even a bit o blue sky over to the left there so you take the dog for a walk and the god urinates on you.
This kind of weather would really piss me off (pun intended! oh hah hah ha!) if I had any need of the outside world. I do not.
Finished reading 'In my fathers den' last night. You know, that one by Maurice Gee. it was alright. I watched the movie. That was also alright. Apart from the fact that it was alegedly based on the book it had nothing to with it. Anyway. The books alright, but the ending sucks, the movies alright but what the fuck.
Aren't you glad you took time out of your day for that? I am.
Parentals come home today. hopefully they will then take me to the new harry potter movie.

And yes, I do think hermione is a bit of a dish.

Too lazy to focus my...seeing things

Yup. I just too lazy to unblur my vision.
I now have the house to myself! Also, to add to my general merryment, my mother gave me $20 for food for the next two days. That is usually enough money to last me a fourtnight!
So now I am filled with chips and pork flavored meat sticks. Once it sets, I will then eat the ice cream. ICE CREAM!! ICE CREAM!! couple this with a night of the brack show, and you have a comblination full of vein clogging inactivity.

Fear my pizza filled mouth words!

Small things...

...amuse my incredibly small mind. the thing is, when you think about it, the universe has more room for small things than big things, so the odds are in my favor.
Like the girl power sequel to 'He-man and the masters of the universe'.
It is called 'She-Ra'. She rides a unicorn.
I think this will keep me amuse for seconds. Countless, countless seconds.

No! My sweet sweet brain goo!

Today I received the course outline for my summer course. It does not look easy. It also does not look cheap. I have to buy a course reader, pay for all photocopying AND when my work is being workshoped they expect me to bring a packet of biscuts! Biscuts! I think it needs to be repeated once more: BISCUTS! I don't have money for biscuts! I haven't even seen a biscut for over a year. Perhaps I can make biscuts out of some kind of tomato mush. FEAR MY TOMATO-Y MUSH!
In other news, I have not yet secured a job. After my last blog I went into the sjs office just as it opened and went for a job cleaning a house. Unfortunately it had already been taken. In the three minutes it took me to peruse the notice boards, note down the ref. number am transport it to the desk, all three positions had already been filled. Luckly, I was still holding the butter knife that I had used to make my morning toast so I didn't have to find an impliment before the gutting began.
Now I am in waipukurau, running from the athorities. There was also a family funeral. It was fun to see al those relatives who I didn't know and be teased about my hairy face, but at least I got free beer. So at least i have food here. I have already eaten all the chinese, biscuts, crackers, cheese, ice cream and macaroni that was just lying around in containers marked FOR LUNCH TOMMOROW: DO NOt EAT! where anyone could get at them. I will eat until I starve!!

It makes sense when you think about it. Really.

Stuff. It sucks.

No work for me, oh no! No wants anyone to work right now, but I need money right now! Only for rent, because yesterday I went out and bought 15 cans of chopped tomatoes for the premium price of 50c a pop. i am going to be eating so much tomato over the next few weeks I would not be surprised if my blood turns red.
so here I am, at uni, at 8.45 in the morning, waiting for the student job search offices to open so as I try once more, and proably fail once more, to get a job. then I will try and scam more money from the government!
'Yeah, I lost my glasses, and I need money so's I can see.'
'Aren't you wearing glasses?'
'Glasses? No, I just drew glasses on my face, like on that OPSM commercial. Pretty realistic, no?'
The goal being to make them beleive that I am uncapable of living and then they will put me in a mental institute where, I hear, they do a very good plate of tomato mush.

Still ten minutes to stab repeatedly. Perhaps I will stand outside the sjs office until they pay me to go away.

Crotch Ball

The last two days of my life have been, without a doubt, the most exciting two days of my life.
I have been shopping, tasted canned coffee, walked around in a suit, seen crazy people ranting, been mistaken for a 30yr old, and met some Jehova Witnesses without my pants on. And been drunk. So much drunk.
But there were two things which stood out as major acheivemnts.
The first thing was being accepted into the summer creative writing course. Only 12 people get into it each year, and people think I am good enough! My heart swells with pride and my head with hot-air. Because I am great.
The other is the imvention of crotch ball.
You will need a tennis ball and two people, male. Both participants sit down and take turns bouncing the tennis ball with the hope of landing it in the others groin. You can bounce it high if you want to hurt the other person, or low for more accuracy and if anyone guards their regions the other person gets to take a free 'crotch shot' which has no bounce. The game ends when it becomes impossible for one participant to have children.
It's a fast paced game of strategy and skill that is sweeping the nation!

And you cant sue me because you dont know who I am!

The last of the summer meat.

The person rang as I was finishing my last sausage. Oh well, it is not as if I need meat. It's just a luxuary really. I have leeks and capsicon, so why do I need pork flavored miscelaneious? It isn't even reall meant anyway.

I don't need it. No more meat.

*sniff*

nobody wuvs me...

Damn and botheration! Why won't this person ring me! They are supposed to pick up the phone, dial my number and say 'yes, we want to give you $480 a week for awnsering tellyfones! No, we don't need to know your true identity, or even if you are working at all! Just come here at the end of each week and we will give you could hard cash!'

Well, perhaps not the last bit. But working the antisocial hours of 12-8am seems perfect for me, the man with no life. And working lots for lots of money means I have no time to drink, which means money gets saved into a saving thing. Saved money means I get to eat something other than porridge! Yay!

Perhaps I should get off the internet, as I did not give said person cell phone number. I don't know it. I have only had it for five years.

Good old alcetel bricks. I don't need a cell phone that can take shitty, shitty pictures or remind me how little I have to do each day. And I definately do not need a phone that is compatable with the 'crazy frog's greatest hits.

Goddamn that crazy frog.

You cannot deny my spleen!

I have thirty-six episodes of 'invader zim' the zany cartoon about a small green alien thyng and his bungled attempts to enslave humanity. It was taken off Nickolodeon for being as disturbing as 'ren and stimpy', but funnier.
You would think that obtaining such pearls of greatness would fill me will tumors of joy, but you would be wrong.
I am unhappy because the Freezer keeps eating my bread.
It is a monstrocity of a thing. You could chop up three people and preserve them inside. But it eats everything I place inside. And if was it placed is not eaten then it is trampled to pancake oblivion by what I can only guess to be the freezer goblins.
And so my bread is gone. This happens at the wost possible time, when I have no money. And I don't mean I have no money in the usual 'oh crap I spent all my money on cheap wine now I cannot drink untill thursday' kind of I have no money. No. I mean I have no income for two weeks, nothing to buy food or wine or combustibles or even enough to fund my own euthinasia. I have to wait untill I find out weather I am able to get into a summer course, in which case the government will pay for my living.
If I do not get into the course, I will be forced to either gut myself or get a job. I can't wait untill the coin-toss decides that one.

I am off to sample my last faithless worm-monkey.

Kicking sticks and tyres

Today my friend and I were eating popsicle slushies on a convienient bench and watching people with lives walk past. I remarked:
"you know, I think the youth of today deserve a good kicking."
"yes, with sticks." He replied.
"With sticks?" Ask I.
"We shall tie them to our shoes."
I think this is the best idea in the world.

Now, directly after my little speel about how I hate metaphors that attempt to explain life, I will now blog about how great my metaphors for life are. And they are. It is the best thing in the world. You will marvel at how much you resemble a vehicle with wheels upon it.
Yup, we are all some kind of mobile tyred thing.
I am a spare tyre: I am comfortable being the extra man of the group, the thing that isn't needed but always kept around. I am Inexplainably greasy, and you don't show me to your real freinds. In a pinch you will call on me to help but I will always let you down due to a slow release puncture.
Other things you could be are a unicycle (you are unblanced and difficult to steer), an articulated truck (you are bendy and have a cool horn thing), a kitted out subaru (you enjoy to company of the same sex and try to disguise it by tinting your damn stupid windows) or even a nifty-fifty (everyone thinks you look like a dick and even some old wommen with zimmerframes are quicker than you, but with the upcomming oil crisis you will be the only one who can get out of your driveway on $10 gas).
I think I shall make it into one of the super great awesome cool internet quizzes that through a seris of easy to awnser questions reveal your inner workings to you. The inner you that is a retard, of course.
Those people will be Segways on my test.

Haven't seen you genitals in years? Stop segway-ing to the kitchen for mayonase samwiches.