The Art of Teenage Stalking

This week has left me sleep deprived (which I can blame daylight savings for, or perhaps the sun), feeling sick and clothing/gender confused. The sudden change of weather in the past week is really doing my head in. Is it summer? Or is it winter? Is it due to climate change? Or just Al Gore screwing around? All these questions, and more, will be answered in today’s blog.

So first thing first: It sucks to be sick during summer. Yeah I’m aware that it’s still spring. At least now I can hide behind a mask of ‘Oh, it’s hayfever, nothing contagious’ instead of me actually coming down with a cold. So while other people are parading around half naked in short shorts and thongs (the things you wear on your feet), I’ve resorted to a diet of lemon juice and Chinese herbal throat medication which looks like green M&M’s but actually contains ingredients of the more sinister kind… mainly ground up bits of tree roots and plants with long, scientific names, like schizonepeta tenuifolia. What is it? Who knows. Another one of life’s little mysteries…

Just when I clear my closet out and dispose of jumpers and other woollen delights, mother nature turns around and decides to dish out a dose of flash floods and hailstorms with ice as big as my head falling out of the sky. That’s right, THE SKY IS FALLING!! Yep, you heard it first. So anyway, it was 35 degrees two weeks ago, and next thing I know, I’m wearing my Corey Worthington-esque furry hood jacket. This needs to be stopped! Not only are furry hood jackets against the law, the weather is fucked! Either that or God is going through a midlife crisis and wants to take it out on us.

Personally, I’m going with the first suggestion.

So apparently they’re making a live-action film of Dragonball.

And most of the actors aren’t even Asian.

My response upon discovering this?

- Ruob.

Je suis tres enneyeux alors je pense ca je suis aller parler avec toi.

Mais, je ne sais pas. Est-ce que nous parlons de? Uhoh.. je suis deja defaut a mon francais.

Maintenant je suis penser ca j’echoue. Gahhh..

Meh

CrunchieKay

Personally, I believe the over-hyped event that is “schoolies” is just that. I don’t see the point of getting drugged or drunk with people who you don’t know, (and are very likely old, and toolies, who want to have their way with you) to me, end of year celebrations should be with the people who made the year worthwhile. I’m going camping with a bunch of mates, and I’m calling it “chillies”, due entirely to the fact that we will be chilling out for a week.

I’m excited.

I booked my train ticket today. It took ages! V-Line tickets are more annoying that Metlink ones. Simple buttons, vs books of timetables. I know which one I’d choose. Anyway, I’ve got to pack (I just wrote this, because no one is writing blogs anymore!). Should be fun. If I’m not back by next Tuesday, then send out a search party!

One of my favourite things to eat are dumplings. Yesterday, I had 3 different types of dumplings at two different meals! It was brilliant.

If we kept the White Australia policy, we would have no dumplings, and I would be sad. Therefore, I believe that racism is bad, and multiculturalism is good.

English food is incredibly boring, and it seems to me that my culinary habits never take the form of traditional english or irish food (the food of my ancestors). Everything that I deem worthy to be cooked is based loosely on Italian, or Asian cuisine. Yes, cuisine of Asia changes dependent on the different regions, but I pretty much make things up. Recipes are for chumps.

On the other hand, cakes and baked goods seem to have originated from Europe (this is based only on my eating), but I did have the most delicious Malaysian biscuit type things the other day. They were brilliant. My best friend’s Mum deems it necessary to feed me yummy food, just to broaden my horizons. I got some awesome ‘biscuits’, which were a loose interpretation of what I believe to be ‘biscuits’. Then again, ‘biscuits’ in the USA are what we call ’scones’, which is always interesting.

I love food.

That’s pretty much the moral of this story!