Mood:??? (2)

Anyone who goes on Deviantart might recognise this sort of thing... Original here.

Mood: Insane.
Listening to: Myself talk.
Reading: The instruction manual for the dishwasher.
Watching: The dripping tap.
Playing: With the dripping tap.
Eating: The dripping tap.
Drinking: From the dishwasher.

Mood: Depressed
Listening to: Simple Plan.
Reading: 101 ways to kill yourself.
Watching: for a way out.
Playing: around with different ideas in my head.
Eating: Pure salt.
Drinking: Alcohol to drown my sorrows.

Mood: Blog!
Listening to: My blogs on tape!
Reading: My Blog!
Watching: My blog!
Playing: Nothing! I'm too busy blogging!
Eating: Nothing! I'm too busy blogging!
Drinking: Nothing! I'm too busy blo..... *thud*....

Mood: Borg.
Listening to: The drone of the engines.
Reading: Nothing. Reading is not permitted.
Watching: You become assimilated.
Playing: With the assimilator. I sure hope it doesn't explode...
Eating: Explosions.
Drinking: More explosions (I touched it again)

Mood: Dirty.
Listening to: Your mother.
Reading: FHM
Watching: Deep Throat.
Playing: Well I don't think I need to tell you what with...
Eating: It starts with P...... and ends with "izza"(you dirty minded pervert)
Drinking: Something that's non-dairy.

Mood: 01001110011001010111001001100100
Listening to: 01010100011011110110111101101100
Reading: 010110010110111101110101
Watching: 010000010111001001100101
Playing: 01010111011000010111001101110100011010010110111001100111
Eating: 01011001011011110111010101110010
Drinking: 01100110011011110110111101100100... 011001000111010101101000

Mood: Normal.
Listening to: Muse.
Reading: Emails.
Watching: Spicks and Specks.
Playing: Croc: Legend of the Gobbos
Eating: Fish and Chips.
Drinking: Water.

Mood: End of the world.
Listening to: Raining Blood by Slayer.
Reading: The Handmaiden's Tale by Margaret Atwood.
Watching: The news.
Playing: Fallout 3
Eating: Iodised salt and twinkies.
Drinking: Coke. Mmm-mm coke... tastes good.

Mood: Giving up.
Listening to: Everyone degrade me. (And Linkin Park)
Reading: My hatemail.
Watching: The protestors outside my house rioting.
Playing: Staring competition with a brick.
Eating: The brick. I lost. (Well, gave up...)
Drinking: Give up juice by the gallon.

Mood: Internet Memes.
Listening to: Leroy Jenkins' battle cry.
Reading: /B/
Watching: You. So i herd u liek mudkipz? (I've got my seat right next to ceiling kitty... I don't want it)
Playing: Linerider.
Eating: Lolcats with FIRST! sauce.
Drinking: From the cup...

Mood: Zoogoer.
Listening to: Monkies do monkey business.
Reading: A pamphlet explaining what "monkey business" is... oh... oh... ohhh... ew.
Watching: The Pandas. They're bound not to- oh for- what!? There's children here and everything!
Playing: With the otters.
Eating: Overpriced food from the zoo cafe. It tastes of fish...
Drinking: More coke! Coke is good! Very good! (I'm not a sell-out I swear!)

Mood: Idiot.
Listening to: The echo when I yell "duuurrr!!"
Reading: Nothing. I is illiturait
Watching: Playschool. Hehehehe.
Playing: With mah blankey!
Eating: My foot.
Drinking: Juice out of a sippy cup.

That last one definitely was not based on reality... the rest are though.

Fir Tree Man

Damn you i say to the man that accidentally breathed in a spore and grew a 5cm fir tree in his lungs! You may have proven that it can be done but did it actually grow inside of you. You say it must me true, its the only thing that makes sense, and the doctors told me that. WELL MISTER did some part of you expose yourself to sunlight? Is it possible for it to have grown a full 5cm inside of you without sunlight? TAKE THAT. no actually don't you just might. haha to the random corny intermission.
Anyways back to ranting to the fir tree man, i have always wanted to know someone later on in life that had a plant that grew inside them, so you stole my dream! how cruel to have taken aways a young child dream. *cries*


.....SNAP you paediphiles think i am a young child?!? (FTW) >>??


dammnit it was suppose to be a moving picture, guess its less hysterical now. *sigh*



Some of my fellow bloggers may know the play, Inside the Island by Louis Nowra........so....i have made it a point that in every drama essay i ever write ......this year...... i will quote this somewhere in the long essays i will write..."Tarty, Farty, Party". now that is worth given full marks for. daring much? rebelling to the max.

so i'm going to find some cake now. goodbye and no you can't have any.....
leaving you with a quote from SPN.....

think about it?

The Meaning of "Cornflake"

No, this is not a blog designed to endorse breakfast cereals... like all my blogs (all... two.... of them) there is a certain meaning behind the name of the title (url). I wanted to call this blog "TheWindow" but that was taken. It would've been like TheWindowOfBilby only for everyone... The Window to the world and all it's insanity... cool :) But no, failing that I tried to think of something that would mean something, something that seperates this random blog from every other random blog...

... cornflakes...

Well the second author of this blog (woo! Yeah! Authors!) has adopted to be called "Cornflake" and last I checked this was her thingy on her phone.... well it means something ok? Well we were giving these orals (hehehe immature giggle) NO not that! Oral presentations... as in we stand up and talk... about poetry really (It's an english lit thing... you wouldn't understand) and my friend stands up and gives a talk about her interpretation of one of the most simplest seeming and odd poems in all of Bruce Dawes Sometimes Gladness... "The Cornflake". What appeared to be a poem about... food... seemed to hold a deeper meaning for this girl and she explained it in a way that made absolute perfect sense (which considering she flailed her hands a lot when saying it made it all that more interesting and special) and the poem basically talks about Cornflakes being eaten with no thought, they just come and go but some stick and become stains and aren't washed off and survive generations... and well it's poetry so it can be interpreted different ways and isn't always as shallow as it seems she told us all that she thought it could be used to talk about humans. Many people are just made and they come and go, we're seemingly the same and pass by with no thought and nothing distinguishes us... but some of us... some of us very special little cornflakes break free of this cycle! We fling ourselves out of the bowl and we become famous or special or different or amasing or wonderful and we're out there to be remembered for many generations! Never to be washed off the floor or wall to which we cling! We are the cornflakes and we will not be moved! For a hundred years we will stand as an icon, a monument before the world and our name will be remembered...

So, being the awesome friend I am who cares, listens and likes in-jokes I decided that I shall make this blogs title based on that concept... that idea that we don't always have to be the same and some of us can stand out. Some of us can achieve more and so...

...We are cornflakes :)

... And these are the ramblings of these cornflakes...

Enjoy :)