look into my eyes and its easy to see 1+1=2, 2+1= 3

hello everyone hows it going?
im listening to a song caled saeglopur by sigur ros. i like it.
anyway whats up?

regardez mes yeux et c'est facile de voir, un et un egal deux, un et deux egal trois...c'est la destine!
look into my eyes and it's easy to see, one and one makes two, two and one make three...it's destiny!

did you know somethings?
i have some weird little habits and one of them is translating stuff in my head into simple french. its so weird, but it keeps my thoughts occupied. its so weird coz it looks like im just blankly sitting there but im actually speaking in french in my head or trying to translate an english song into french. je suis tres bizarre. je suis un weirdo.
another habit is rubbing my fingers together. its so weird but when my hands feel dirty or if i'm just bored or nervous i just automatically rub my fingers together. hard to explain but yes very weird also.
these are some of my weirdest most personal habits. what are yours? i bet everyone has some.
when i was little i used to spell words with my finger on my leg or a flat surface. very weird.
i've also been a bit of a fingernail chewer but that hasnt really pissed me off and its a common one.
i wonder what other weird habits there are.
anyway i'll be off have a good sleep me hearties, i'm going to the athletics tonight and argh i have a shitload of homework just waiting to be done farout ill never finish it all before monday its so scary.
anyway have a nice time loveyou, whoever you are,
laurona.

i love the nightlife

hey there groovy people.
man these holidays are boring. and theres not enough of them. 2 weeks isnt enough.
anywayz whats going on?

interesting..........
hmm ok well.
im gonna go now.
its pretty cold tonight. my fingers are cold.
fuck everything.
not actually.
yeahhhhhhhhh.
hooheehooheehah there is a candelabra. (is that a word, candelabra? i think it is and doesnt matter if it isnt)
hmm ok well have a nice time everyone.
i love the nightlife i love the whatwhat on a discoo ahiiiiiiiii-yiiiiiigh.
i have no idea what the words to that song are but anyway.
je veux aller maintenant donc je vais aller maintenant.
(i want to go now so i'm gonna go now)
je sens mal = i smell bad
je me sens mal = i feel bad.
tu es un poo = you are a poo

ok then i'm offfff have fun dont eat trees.
bye

ducks nuts

warning: explicit language and pessimism ahead. hahahaha.
fuck what good is there in my life? what is there to look forward to? so far nothing interesting has happened in my life and i've been living for sixteen fucking years when will i see the light and learn. and experience life? i'm so fucked. my life is so boring.
there are old dirty couch covers hanging on the washing line only now they're probably clean.
anyway i am in a really low mood lately. what the fuck is the point in anything? i dont see. i fucking don't.
i'm just wallowing and making this sound a billiontrillion times worse. im just so ordinary thats all.
oh fuck who cares there are plenty of ordinary people out there and i suppose being ordinary actually makes me unusual..or something. anywayfuck lifes a shithole sometimes. even when nothings been shitting me sometimes i just feel like a big ole shit.
haha ok this is just getting funny now, talking about all this shit and fucking, hopefully not together, coz that would be disgusting. OOOKKK, anyway....
does anyone wanna go and jump off a fucking cliff onto a trampoline and then bounce high and fall into the ocean with me?
no? didn't think so. hmm i'm wondering whether i should post this or not its pretty spastic stuff and not very interesting just really stupid. but maybe i will coz who gives a fuck. these are my fucking thoughts (yes, i swear a lot in my head) and this is a blog. anyway. i'm such a quiet person. i don't understand.
hmm ok well this was all just heinous negative shit dont worry i dont feel like that all the time.
so NOW howbouts some fun? yeah.


ps> hey what happened to the good old days of being kids and hanging around with whoever the hell you want and having the time of your life doing what YOU want (most of the time) and not caring about other people much. that was pretty fun. but i spose we all change. anyway i'm off this is all getting weird.

by the way: i have another [mini] site/msn space at http://spaces.msn.com/supercoolnon
its got some photos and shit on it.

oh yeah and here's some funny food packaging for ya- hannah had these at school:

hahahahaha yeah have a nice time everyone luvya,
oh YEAH i got my vce jumper today!! wooooooooooooooooooo FINE-BLOOD-ALLY (finally with a bloody mixed in there somehow..hey, if advertisers are using the word bloody then everyone can) so anyway it was pretty triumphant. now i feel more like a year elevener i suppose.
ok i'm going now have fun luv me :)

i am a weird creature.

did you know that if you go to www.radicalraphael.blogPSOT.com (instead of blogSPOT.com) it comes up with this bible college page?
i realised that before.

anyway i wanna share this thing i wrote today in maths/free when i was half-sleeping:

[in red pen]
hello my name is messoffembark and i am not alive.
i like to eat frankfurts and indulge in a spongebath every now and THEN. once upon a time i walked on a gravel path and then i hired some clogs and walked on the ocean with them. but as soon as the radio intercepted illegal signals my stomach let out an almighty grumble so the ambulance turned up and escorted an old dying man away from the pier.

[in blue pen]
now i have returneth to complete this story of my life everything is gentle but maybe the finger will find the time to grow. whenever you see a tree you know that the kid won't have a bomb. anon you will receive the hopping order from his landlord to commence eating your ice-cream. it will taste nice like strawberry sprinkles and the sun will shine but not for very much longer. the xylophone will have been playing but when it stops her socks will grow up her leg and the cooking will cease. the muffin mixture was piggishly consumed by greedy mongrels. anyway what you must hear is not what the eyes can see but something lurks in the pond-scum of this flesh-eating world. how and when will i ever know?
tell me.
when.
what is in knowing? what is in being?
who is out there? who has ears to listen and somas to hug and surround her? she needs another's words, another's heart, another's eyes, another's ears, another's touch .
well maybe she needs to give all that to an other to be given that in return.
will her voice be listened to? will her oil dry up? p o o .
i'll let mysteriousness decide.
just so you know, none of this makes sense and that's the way i like it. so depart now i must
but i fear that i love you.
where am i?
i cry.


>>have a nice day,
luv laurona :)