Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Me and Cara have composed a Armadillo
song.

Armadillos Armadillos,
Armadillos on a rock. (sing many times)

*tilt back head and shake it going 'ahh'
and if you can, sing while your head's tilted*


This is the result of lack of things to do, and
in other words, extream boredom.

We were snorting throughout class and
we still manged to get the notes and listen to her
lesson.



We were making up games like treasure hunty,
which got boring, and egging game.

You have to move your hands and find a home
then someone shouts says spilt!, then you boing
the other person's hand then the other goes throw!
and we grab something on the table.

There really isnt any purpose or rule and meaning
to our games. They just, are.


Ah sheesh.
Wish i were a air molecue.
Wont that be nice.

Think of states of matter as stages of freedom.
It does make sense.

But im thinking really, not figuratively.

If i were an air molecue i can mock the solid
molecues and water molecues and fly around
all i want.

I could go to Melbourn and Sidney and Japan
and Korea. I could sit on Junki's shirt the whole
day.

I could visit L.

I could do anything.
Because i'd be nothing but airmolecue.
I could do ANYTHING, no one would bother.

Its like complete freedom.
Which could get, brainlessly boring.

Sighs.


Lee Lao Shi and me were competing to see
who could drink water fastest without the
*glup* sound.

It was super funny. I almost spit the water out.


Zuggy.


THE BLUES THEY SEND TO GREET ME
WONT DEFEAT ME
IT WONT BE LONG
TILL HAPPINESS STEPS UP TO GREET ME
-Raindrops keep falling on my head. B.J Thomas

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