You didn't think I'd stop at one list did you? Silly mortals!!! (insert loud booming condescending voice here).

The Top Twenty Songs of Life, the Universe and Everything (in no particular order)
These are all labelled number 1 on purpose... I’m not having a psychotic episode.

1. I Wanna Grow Old With You - Adam Sandler (Wedding Singer)

Hey, he says he’s gonna do the dishes, give her the remote control and build her a fire... this guy rocks. And besides, we all want someone to want to grow old with us...

1. Shut Up - Simple Plan

I think this one is self explanatory...

1. Get Over It - Ok, Go

I could not have said it any better myself. “Lotta fools, lotta fool scum bags. Oh its such a drag, what chore. Everything’s a stress and what’s more, well, its all somebodies fault. Hey, get get get , get over it!”

1. Love Stinks - The J. Geils Band (feat. Mr and Mrs Smith soundtrack)

Again, self explanatory.... Love stinks. It just does. I don’t care if you’re all rainbows and lollipops and lovey dovey. Love stinks. End of discussion. Ok?

1. Lay Lady Lay - Magnet (Feat. Mr and Mrs Smith soundtrack)

The ultimate sexy love song. Bob Dylan wrote this, and just for this song I will defend him and his hair even until the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse rock up.

1. Que Sera Sera - Doris Day

My mum and I used to sing it together when I was little. Plus, there’s French stuff in there...

1. Everything You Want - Vertical Horizon

So totally just like me. Remember Ally McBeal? This is my theme song. So sad.

1. Supercalifragalisticexpialidoicous - Mary Poppins

I don’t think I spelt it right but I can say it backwards... Whatever, its still the best feel good song of all time. How can you be depressed when your singing about a mythical ,13 syllabled word?

1. I’ll Never Tell - Anya[Emma Caulfield] and Xander[Nicholas Brendon] (Buffy the Vampire Slayer the Musical : Once More With Feeling)

I want to sing this with my husband at the wedding reception:
Anya: “He snores”
Xander: “She weezes”
A: “Say housework and he freezes”
X: “She eats these skeezy cheeses I just can’t describe ”
A: “I talk , he breezes”
X: “She doesn’t know what pleases”
A: “His penis go diseases from a Shumash tribe”

I can just imagine the looks on my parents faces if I mention mystical Indian venereal diseases at my wedding....

1. The Sunscreen Song (Everybody’s Free To Wear Sunscreen) - Quinton Tarver

The ultimate wise, self confidence building song about the way to live your life. My favourite parts go: “Dance. Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.” , “Don’t be reckless with other peoples hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours”, “Don’t waste your time with jealousy, sometimes your ahead, sometimes your behind. The race is long, and in the end, its only with yourself.”

1. Morning Song - Jewel

Dobbing myself in as a hopeless, incurable romantic, this is a sweet song about to weirdo’s being in love and just wanting to hang out at home and be together being all artsy and weird and in love. That’s what I want. Ok, is there any way I can macho that up a little? No? Ok... moving on.

1. Crash Into Me - Dave Matthew’s Band

Roswell fans will remember this from the first episode when Max tells Liz they can’t be together because they’re different(for non-Roswell fans: its a classic tale of molecular structure altering, hottie alien boy loves a human waitress slash fellow high school student from a far until he saves her life, at which point all manner of forces attempt to keep them from being all gooey and happy forever- including each other, that pregnant girl from Lost and Tom Hank’s son Colin having a date with a tree. No. I’m not kidding). The song itself is all sexy and a little abstract, so I love it.

1. Can’t Get Enough of Your Love Baby - Barry White

Oh now, come on! Don’t even think about telling me that you haven’t sexy-danced around the bedroom singing along to this into a hair brush. Right? Please? Its not just me is it? (oh shit)

1. Pop Goes the Weasel - Me

Loving that this song freaks out people on the bus really easy... or maybe it’s just my singing. Hmmmm...

1. The Look Of Llama is in Your Eyes - Frenchy and Me

Its a long story... I went to stay with Frenchy, her mum had a ‘Llama look blanket’, and we both broke out in a rearrangement of the song at the same time. Ok, it wasn’t that long. Goody.

1. That cheer from Bring It On(I’m sexy, I’m cute...etc.) - A bunch of cheerleaders

I just love the bit that goes: “You hate us ‘cause we’re beautiful. Well we don’t like you either.”

1. Going Through the Motions - Buffy[Sarah Michelle Geller] (Buffy the Musical Soundtrack)

I know, Buffy again. But this has demons singing in it and my extra favourite ‘that describes me’ line : “Going through the motions. Losing all my drive. I can’t even see, if this is really me. And I just want to be alive”.

1. Making Love Out Of Nothing At All - Air Supply

Don’t mock me: I’m confused, I’m angry and I’m armed. I love this one because its all angsty and romantic and I get to sing it really loud in the car...

1. Iris - The Goo Goo Dolls (City of Angels soundtrack)

Soppy and angsty and another one of my theme songs. But if I don’t want the world to see me, I probably should close the curtain, right? Right.

Hey all,
ARRRG! I have already written this post, but it got inexplicably, and through not fault of my own, erased so I have to write it all again.. Oh lord, the PAIN!!
I will attempt to re-create this post word-for-word. Including the naughty ones.
Ok, where did I begin last time? Um... I remember:

As usual the world is full of contrasts.
On one hand I spent a good amount of time with tres magnific friend (he'll understand why I've named him this)Elvis. We spent hours just talking shit and it was awesome. We had a chopstick fight, stereotyped people, made fun of art and blew off half a lecture. Elvis was the best part of an otherwise unpleasent and tedious week. And I was sick and he somehow managed to make me forget I was sick most of the time.
Then on the other hand, after getting me over to his house for dinner and videos, Jay point blank refused to drive me home because he wanted me to stay even though I really wanted to get the hell away from him. So I cried because I was really sick of his stupid ass games and I was actually kind of scared. And then he seriously tried something, and it felt a lot like he was trying to force me into it, since he wasn't going to let me leave... He said he didn't want to be subservient when I said I wanted to go home and just take me home. He wanted 'to have control over the situation'. I said, no, that's not having control over the situation. That's having control over me. He actually really scared me.

However, I had a much better night tonight (having skipped out on finishing my post)- I spent god only knows how many hours watching Charmed with my friends Erin and Bill, drawing fake tattoos on eachother. I had a blast. The best night I've had in a long while... I have also agreed to draw a Kermit tattoo on my friend Mitch. I'm pretty good at doing tattoos. Rampant celtic or gothic tattoos are easy, but for an actual thing I have to have a pic to go off. I have been told many time to become a tattoo artist, but would you trust someone to give you a tattoo who didn't have one themselves? Besides, sticking a needle repeatedly into the arm of a Hell's Angel is not my idea of a viable career path... if you screwed up: heaven couldn't even help you with the funeral costs.

Today the college I stay at is having a car rally. All my friends are going yet somehow I was not invited by any of them. Which is on one hand perfectly fine, because the rally is just a six hour long 'piss-up' on wheels. But what really burns my toast is that no-one even bothered to ask me. But then they have been ignoring me lately, and have been hanging out more and more without me. It was expected. I'm being phased out. My only consolation is that in what was once my group, two out of the three will be leaving at the end of the year. Which means Duchess will not have her play buddies anymore. Which means that if she wants someone to hang out with she'll have to come to me. Which will be karmic. And I will laugh.
Due to this sudden decrease in friends that I was having I did become, and probably still am a little, anti-social. Times I could have gone and hung out with people in my common room but instead I stayed in and tooled around e-bay. Or I went to the Uni plaza for dinner instead of going to the dining hall. Tonight I am probably making toasted sandwiches in the common room instead of going to the dinning hall with a bunch of drunks(everyones back from the car rally and they are ALL three sheets to the wind. I might have to wait for dinner until the men peeing on a wall outside in my courtyard go away...
Well, I met up with Bill and Erin in the common room and they told me ALL about the car rally. I am so very very glad that I did NOT go. There a whole bunch of things peopel had to do for points, like girls having to flash people or make out with them, people having to fish a toy out of a bowl of eggs and milk and lemon juice and gravy and god only knows what eles with their FACES, and eat raw red peppers. Ewww... I did go to the club with Bill and Erin and got hit on by one of the Korean guys that Bill was looking after for the University. Bill thought it was hilarious and proceeded to sing about it at great length, at which point Mitch got worried about my feels and it was very sweet. He's lovely. I'm glad he's incharge of our block.
No here comes the bad part. Erin and I were drinking in the common room and we let this guy(Ronnie) in because we thought he was cute. He was so completly random and strange and I think I offended his friend. 'Ronnie' asked for my phone number and I told him I didn't know it. And I don't but he and his friend thought I was just callously shooting him down. So I went and got my phone and gave him the number because I felt bad and I was quite drunk by then. Plus I am shallow enough to be flattered that in a room that was full of chicks (other girls from our block turned up so there were a lot of girls) he asked me. Stupid stupid insecure person that I am. I think that was a bad move but what is done is done and he was cute... WHo am I kiddding? This is terrible. (P.S. I am just coming down off of about five vodka and cokes so bare with me, ok?). The club was fun though, we danced a lot and played pool and it was great to hang out with Bill and Erin and Mitch. I have friends. There is no way to tell you how nice it is to not be alone all the time.
Anyway, its 3am right now and I have to get up at six for a treasure hunt so I will talk to you all again soon.
Oh, and this was a very different post to the one I lost.
a) this one is far less anti-social
b) this one was much more interesting
c) I wasn't trashed when I was writing the other one

Love from Tiger5

Hey,

I have a retraction to make. Cespenar, while thinking my list of rules to live by was funny(THANK YOU!!!), disagreed with one thing I said(or one thing I said many times): Britney Spears is the Devil...

He wrote:
"However i dont think that britney spears is the devil... she doesnt have the brains or the talent, besides if she was the devil then hell wouldn't be all "fire and brimstone", it would be all "pop music and backstreet boy posters".... hmm i dont know what would be worse."

You make a very good point, mon ami. Therefore this puplication retracts the statement that Britney is the Devil and has decided to call her 'an Evil hellspawned vengance demon placed on this earth to punish us all for having ears...'

Hey all
If whingeing and bitching and self-obssessed insecurity doesn't work for you, then please leave this post immedietly.

Am I STILL a tomboy? If you listen to Jay, then yes, I am. Apparently this trait is inescapable. Its in the way I hold myself, its in the way I talk, the way I dress, the music I like. And apparently I am a tough girl. Huh? I can kill my own spiders, yes. But that doesn't mean I have my own socket wrench and an impolite tattoo...
A tomboy. Yes, I admit, I have always been a bit of a tomboy. I rode horses, I shot stuff, I lassooed things, I held a snake by the tail once(it was dead, but whether this makes me more tomboyish or less so is confusing). But that was mostly my dad's idea. I think that after eight daughters he really wanted a son and decided that even though I was female he would treat me as his only boy. And, when I say this, I mean it. I mean, how many fathers, who are unconfused about their daughters gender, would give them a traditionally male name and make her strip off in her teens to jump in a freezing river to untangle his fishing line so as to bring in the fish??? If the answer is 'many' then I have seriously lost all hope for this planet and will be leaving for Venus as soon as the next UFO comes by...
But I thought I was over all that rough and dirty, 'I can make mud pies and take the neck off a bottle with my Dad's .44 from five paces' stage. I mean, I still have a knife collection and a yearning to find a gun club, but I have a heart shaped necklace for the love of God! I wear make-up and a butterfly ring! I own three dresses, I hate mice scuttling around my chair but I cry when I see one get smushed in a trap. I dye my hair. I file my nails. There was even a time once where I wore a skirt with flowers on it to my karate class. Why am I still trapped in tom-boy land? I even asked my mum about this. I asked if I was still tom-boyish. Her response? "Um, no, not really. Not that much anymore... So, your aunt and uncle left today..." Right. Ok. So the parental one thinks I'm still a tom-boy. But then she still thinks I'm a virgin too so there goes all her credability...
But seriously, I really thought I was developing into something approaching soft and cuddly, something womanish and stylish and, oh god, I don't know, normal. But it appears that I am as I always was: a little girl with mud in her hair, threatening to stab you with her pocketknife...

I have a cold. I feel like going off and dying somewhere like a rabbid dog... or a hobo. But apparently, even in my dying hobo state, I can still attract the guys. This has me worried. Either my beauty transends all manner of yucky viruses(sure, excuse me while I go refuel the pigs for their next flight), or my theory is correct and guys only like me for my apparent stupidity which enables them to fool me utterly with any random nonsense they use to get into a girls pants. Any girl. Hmmm....
I think I am going to blow off all my classes tomorrow... not a wise idea, but if how I feel now carries through to tomorrow or worsens then I am so staying in bed with my CD player and a bag of crisps...

I like vanilla milkshakes. This peice of information is irrelevant. Disregard it completely.

I am uber-happy to hear from a new friend(let's call him Basil after Basil Faulty, since my new friend is British) that there are other people in this world that have my name... Since I have never EVER met anyone so named its pretty exciting to hear. Especially since this same name person was from Kenya... Cool as.

My sincerest respects to the victims and those touched by the newest bombings in London. My thoughts and sympathy are yours. May God be with you.

Well, that's all I've got for now. But remember... 23% of all photocopier faults are caused by people photocopying their asses. What is wrong with you people? Especially in the age of digital photography...

Butterflies and oranges from
Tiger5

Hey,
I'm beginning to think that I need to get a life since this is the umpteenth time I've posted in the last three days... Also, I should probably write more nice pretty poetry... bunnies and flowers and the like, instead of angry person poetry. But what fun would that be?

Sad/Angry Person Poem

Where do I begin?
In a black hat
With a crazy pin
With something lost
A jigsaw box
Nothing inside
A tide
Without the water in its veins

Castels made of clouds
Of muslin shrouds
You can wrap it up and send it
But inside its still the same
And when the parcel came
All they left her was the paper

Unwashed hands
A mans
Can't erase their stain
And what do I have
To start again?
A black frame
But it doesn't change the picture

A heart shaped box
With shattered locks
Ivory and bone
So much spoken, so much heard
I know all their reasons
But they never said a word

Uncaring fools in combat boots
Marched upon my shores
Broke down all my doors
What is left to love?

Oooh, that was angsty....

Since I am bored and annoying, here is a list of important rules to live by(inspired by Cespenar's Blog 'All Good Things'):

1.
The most unbelievably irritating sentance in the world is 'Its all good'. Its not all good. When is it ever all good? "Hey, my car just got towed, my wife left me for my secretary, I just discovered I have twenty nine food allergies and I have to move in with my mother because my house just burned down. But its all good." No. Just no.

2.
Britney Spears is the Devil.

3.
Find joy in the small things. Then you'll need less big things to make you happy. Therefore you'll be happier more often.

4.
Do not feed the Ninja.

5.
Ben Stiller may have a personality and a sense of humor. I just don't like either of them...(this is not a rule but I felt it bore mentioning)

6.
Britney Spears is the Devil.

7.
Yellow snow is NOT, in the strickest sense, a natural occurrence.

8.
If you ever become an evil mastermind, and find yourself with the upperhand on your goody-goody arch-nemisis and they ask you to explain you're master plan: say no and shoot them in the head. Actually, shoot them in the head and THEN say no.

9.
Walk in someone’s shoes BEFORE you judge them. Before that check to be sure they don’t have foot fungus.

10.
Britney Spears is the Devil.

11.
Nothing lasts forever: good or bad. Be prepared to lose what you love in the end. But the bad stuff passes too so then you get to party: it all evens out.

12.
Floss. Because the needles hurt. Trust me.

13.
Never tell a pro wrestler that he's stupid. Call him am imbecile instead. Theres a greater chance he's too stupid to know what you mean...

14.
Never grow up too much. Its healthy to dance in the supermarket sometimes to 'We Built This City on Rock and Roll'. I draw the line at throwing yourself down on the supermarket floor and screaming for a candy bar. Then you're on your own...

15.
Britney Spears is the Devil.

16.
If a guy tells you he wants to colonise Mars and does not work for NASA, take this as your first sign that he is the dumbest, most extraordinarily useless person you have ever met. Please run as fast as possible in the opposite direction... Trust me.

17.
They tell you to never hit a man with a closed fist, but it is on occasion hilarious.

18.
Vodka is evil. It is an agent of Britney Spears. Britney Spears is the Devil.

19.
Nothing in life is so bad that it warrents sucicide. Please remember this. If not for yourself then for the ones you'd leave behind.

20.
Never, ever, under any circumstances, read peoples lists. They have no authority to be sprouting rules to live by and are probably crazy insane people.

Hey ho,
I feel the need to share this...

My new friend Gaso(pronounced:Gasho) is from Germany by way of Bosnia and is a pretty wacky guy. But that's why I like him. I was in my room giving him change for the laundry when my screen saver went off and my blog page came up. He asked me what it was and I expalained. Then he asked the damnedest question. "Aren't you afraid someone will read it?"
Hmmm. Well, let's look at this from all its angles. Shall we?

I am afraid that my friend will discover this page and see what I really think of his band , I am afraid my mother will read it and find out... well, basically everything , and I am afraid people with a greater grasp of gramma will read it and laugh .
But otherwise? I mean, outside of my mother, the drummer and blogging English lit proffessors, am I afraid of anyone reading my blog?
The short answer? No, I'm not. I told my best friend about it. She reads it to make sure I'm not doing anything I shouldn't . A very good friend of mine found it by accident and even though theres a bunch of stuff on it that could have made him dislike me immmensely, he doesn't. Or maybe he just hasn't read it all yet... Anyway, I trust him with my secrets because he's a special person.
And besides all that, someone reading it is kind of the point... if no-one ever did I would be annoyed and my ego would be fatally wounded. I am deeply Narcissistic. DEEPLY. I am an attenion and acceptance junkie. Don't ask why. I just am.
Therefore, this publication of my thoughts and experiences in everyday life is a dream come true. Yet, in the words of David Duchcovney(that guy from The X-Files) "I used to tell people everything about me. Then I heard the snoring.."

Retraction by this publication(kind of):
Anyone who has already read this post will notice that not only is its title changed but it has been drastically edited. This is not because of privacy reasons or because I regretted or didn't mean what I said. It is simply because I felt stupid throwing around my inner pain like droopy confetti. I don't like being self-pitying. Therefore the majority of this post go bye-bye. Sorry.

Aloha !
Hello everyone. Today I need to inform you that I’m dying.
Ok, not really. But last night at a live gig at some pub or other, I breathed in enough smoke that I now have a decided wheeze, a persistent cough, and most probably second hand lung cancer. It was fine on the night but this morning I feel like I’ve got tuberculosis... not cool. And I’ve washed my hair twice but it still smells like smoke...
Then there was the music... Now, I mean no offence to people who like this music: you have your tastes, I have mine. I just think yours are wrong if you enjoy music with the lead singer screaming down the microphone like a bull being neutered with a broken bottle. Yuk. All these guys with Tee shirts like “I killed the Prom Queen” and tour shirts for death metal bands looked cool(if a tad bored and scary...), all black hair and chains, but had a decided lack of musical taste. Actually, that can’t be music, can it? It must be a call to arms for a race of aliens who are hearing impaired and have throat cancer...
Ok, my rant is over. Now that I have that out of my system (if not the smoke *insert harsh coughing here*), I can move on to other things. Like lunch. Back in 5 minutes....:b

Ok, that was nice... But I have just been convinced by Emma’s prolific pleading and my own sense of sociability (something I don’t have in spades for the folk I live with), to go to ‘arvos’(a weekly cheapening of prices by the uni bar) with her and some of our block members . Why? No, not why: Why in the hell? I don’t like drinking, I only like two people who are going(Emma and Erin - lovely people, sincerely), and I wanted to have a quiet afternoon at home for once. I’ve been out to clubs the last two nights and I really don’t want to do it again, but I feel like I’ll be hated worse than I already am I if I don’t be friendly... I’m sort of on the outside of this block: I live here but I don’t belong here. Why can’t I just be anti-social, weird and mean? Answer: I am an acceptance junkie. So I guess I’m gonna give this a try and hope I don’t do or say anything too dumb... Oh shit, what am I gonna wear???

Ok, crisis averted. I am wearing clothes and I am more than moderately ok with how these look. But, really, in this tired state of mine, wearing anything is an achievement. I slept in till 1:30 pm today and I’m still tired...

Right, I am absolutely trashed (drunk) and I am writing this at about 12 am. I was drunk by 10pm but the alcohol stays with me for a while so its taking its time wearing off... I just talked to my bestest friend Frenchy on the phone (hello!!!)and told her she was sexy. Might land me in awkward territory later but its true... I was drink vodka and coke with Emma and Erin, and we were playing a drinking game where, while we were watching National Treasure we had to drink every time we heard the words ‘treasure’, ‘secret’ or ‘declaration of independence’. I feel sick. One of my really good friends said that he got drunk and woke up in Brazil. If I have to wake up anywhere, can it be in Ireland? They’re all drunk over there and I’m one third Irish so I’d get along ok with them. Wow, am I not making ANY sense at all... I am leaving my bottle of Smirnoff on my book case for when my aunt and uncle come to see me next week. That would be so cool but I don’t know if I really will go through with it. I am the goody goody in the family and considered the boring one so that would rock a few people. I told Emma and Erin about my mum hitting me so that’s not cool, but the worst part is I told them about making out with Mr M. Which didn’t turn out sooo bad since Erin did it too. So sad. I think he’s had most of the girls in F block at some point... But only cause he gets them drunk first. He’s a horny little ugly dwarf and can’t get a chick otherwise.
Ok, I’ll just post this and go to bed. Again. For the thrid time tonight. Something always distracts me. Anyway, Nighty night. Sweet dreams, and please don’t hold this drunkenness against me later...
Love always, Tiger5

Hey all,
I just finished this poem . I was in a vengeful mood so I was a little harsh in a few places.

Letters to Losers

Dear Jay
I used to be so proud
To walk down the street with you
Like we were
Making some kind of statement or something
How dumb is that?
Thinking that black on black clothing
Could make a difference
To how I felt about myself
I’ve never met anyone more selfish than you
But you gave me a chance to move myself
Just a little further
Into me

Dear Oliver
I wish I could hate you
But deep down I always knew
You were using me
I guess I liked the idea of love at first sight
And being someone’s perfect girl
For just a little while
To be truthful I’m not sure
That I even really liked you at all
So who was using who becomes
Just a little blurred

Dear Tom
We had nothing in common at all
Except one dodgy movie
And your personality was akin
To a lampshade
How could you take so much from me
And not even understand it
To always think your pain
Had more validity than mine
You make me sick to even look at you
And by the way I want my book back

The end

Hey again,
How is everybody? Gradually mutating into pineapples? That’s nice....
Well, uni has begun again and this means making my ATM card cry pitifully for mercy at the uni book shop. Not as bad as it was last semester though... I am waiting for the punch line. I am expecting a $300 book to fall on my head very shortly in the near future... yet, even if I do discover that this mysterious malevolent book exists I might actually choose to fail its parent subject in preference to going back to the bookstore. And not because of the price tag (ok, not solely because of the price tag). Its because of the security guard. But why, I hear you say(proving once and for all that I either need a hearing aid or some pills for the voices in my head ). Because , dear reader, he said he might have to do a body search on me. No, I was not stealing, I was not carrying concealed. And he did NOT mean it in a professional capacity... Security guards have no right to be creepy, scary, and lecherous. That’s defeating the entire point of guarding things securely.
Ok, I have once and for all decided to drop this growingly creepy thing I have for Bull. Enough is enough especially since he is not all that great and I have a strange feeling that I’ve only liked him this long because he never liked me back... machosistism at its best. I have now realized that Bull is also just like my dad and that makes me want to bash my brains out with a mallet. So, although there is bound to be some regression into familiar obsessed-stalker territory, I am quite sure that its all going to be just peachy. Besides, I’ve got my eye on someone else... Curious? Good. The only bad thing about this new crush is as usual: If I stuff it up I still have to see him for another 3 years...
While we’re on the topic, is it wrong to kind of have a crush on Jay’s flatmate? Yes? Thought so...
I HAVE NO HAIR!!!!!
Ok, I have hair, just not that much of it. This morning it was just below my shoulders, this afternoon it’s sitting just below my chin!!!! No, aliens did not steal it during my shopping frenzy.... I got it cut. I look like a ball-busting career bitch after personality surgery, a nervous breakdown and getting laid... Basically, I’m all cute now. Oh well, so much for my sexy mysterious stuck-up gothic look... Except that I am in the middle of dyeing it dark ebony(Schwarzkopf for black). I am having healthy amounts of fear about this move... Whatever: shit happens. If I look like a freak then at least the outside of me will match the inside of me. And co-ordination is SO the new pink!(Oh lord, my IQ just dropped ten points...)
Saw Sin City last night. Even writing the name makes me check Elijah Woods’ not about to attack me from behind.... creepy freakin’ movie! But very awesome and at times hilarious. I think I was the only person in the cinema laughing sometimes... I am unnerving and strange...
Anyway, I’m off to the uni club, but not really sure why... I’m not gonna drink, I’m going with Jay and my ears are dyed black (not the best promotion of DIY hair colouring). But it beats staying at home tooling around e-bay.

Until we meet again, remember: If it talks like a duck, walks like and duck and looks like a duck... then its one of my sisters.
Hope you are having a great night/day, wishes of great wealth and prosperity to you on this joyous day (Wednesday).
Hugs and jam doughnuts,
Tiger5:D

Hey all!!!
Yes, it is I. I've been in the land of no internet for two weeks(also known as my parents place) so this was the first chance I've gotten to write.
First off, to anyone who reads my blogs and is a Londoner, my thoughts are with you, your family and friends, and your city. I wish you all the best wishes in the world for London's recovery.
I finally got to spend some time with my best girl, Frenchy. She kicked my ass at bowling, was my accomplice in boosting an eye-liner from the supermarket(my first offence, very scary and am never doing it again for fear of having a heart attack ), got stuffed full of chocolate with me and was allround still the most perfect friend ever. Miss you girl!!!
My mother doesn't mind that I dress all in black most days... damn. It takes the rebellious edge off when your mum says you look awesome... bugger it. May have to escelate to studded collars and peircings now... ewwww. Ok, maybe I'll just swear more...

My new school timetable is a bitch. But I now get a three day weekends so I can't really complain tooooo much. Oh, who am I kidding? I hate it and now I can't go shopping in the middle of the week. My bank account say whoopee but my self-image and my id say fuck that. Oh well, can't please everyone.

If you've been paying attention then you'll see my friends list has one more member: Cespenar. He is awesome.
Warning: This man's blog may cause, in severe cases, laughing out loud, giggling like an insane person and, in extreme cases, the desire to be friends with this maniac. Avoid contact with eyes, for external use only. If this blog causes irritation, bite me, and if sysptoms persist consult your psychologist.
Or in other words you should check him out, he's really good.

Ok then... Went to see my folks during the holidays. Wow, does home bite. Not merely because my mother refuses to let me sleep past nine am, or becuase she decides that even though I have lived on my own for almost half a year now that because I am home I have no idea how to do trivial things like drive,iron or eat; but because I always come home feeling like I am fat, usless, lazy, selfish, dumb and trampy. Mothers are neat that way. To be fair, I don't think she means to do it but that's how I always feel. She is a great mum (sort of, or atleast most of the time) but she lacks... oh, I don't know, tact? Consideration? Normal human emotions? Anyway, I shall move on, plucking my fragile self-esteem off the bottom of my mother's tennis shoe.
Jesus, it's cold!! I have a sweater on and the heater on high but I am still shivering internally. Weird... If I die of hypothermia then please tell my folks I want my body auctioned off on e-bay. Ok?

Wound up cutting myself again for no particular reason... (Sorry Frenchy). I usually have stuff going on but this time I was 100% problem free(unless you count a dog with the cronic runs and a decided lack of chocolate...) Hmmm.... Whatever.

I am through being anything with Jay. He's nice enough as a friend but on some basic molecular level he is a complete shmuck and I realize that I am not THAT scared of being alone that I'll put up with his shit... Bully for me!! Now I just have to follow through.

Well, that's probably enough for now. I haven't exactly had an exciting 2 weeks with the exception of staying at Frenchy's so this is kind of a boring blog.

So long, and remember: Denile IS a river in Egypt and you can swim in it as much as you like. Just mind the crocodiles...

On a serious note: Strengh is not ever falling at all. It is getting up to face falling again...

Big wet sponges from Tiger5

Super tight hugs for Frenchy and the R50Z
Hiya and hugs to Bogie and the rats
A big hug for Cespenar and David Letterman
Super frantic waving and smiles to Ianthorpe and Swillw