Irritatingly Obvious?

Ok so maybe I'm intentionally going "grocery shopping" at 9am on a Saturday morn at Glendale (wayyy out of my wayyy) for just the slight chance that he may be working, just so he knows I'm here if he doesn't already... is that bad?

Nah.

Anyways I had art today at uni and it was the best thing I've done in a LONNNNNNG time. I was SO GOOD at it I thought I better upload pictures I took of them. YES I DREW THEM WITH ONLY STICKS I FOUND FROM THE GROUND SO EAT SHIT MRS READING. Mrs Reading was my Year 8 art teacher who told me I would be no good. Yeah well I'm fucking good. You're just an art teacher, that has no clarification in my books at least I can be multi skilled and do all sorts of subjects, even if only Primary School level. Sod it. Mole. 

WANKWIT.

I love that name.

Yeah I fur-reaking rock at painting stuff! With sticks! From the ground!

EAT IT!

I Don't Need No Education

Something really dirty/cute/funny happened last night. Nick cooked me like a well-a fine Indian meal (as he would) and I said "Nick, you have been looking after me rather well today, I feel I owe you a service." and Nick giggled and then I said "Sexual services only on weekends mate."

LOLS. Dirty minded boy. But still cute nonetheless.

And so I went to do some grocery shopping at Jezzo to the mezzo today. Got fur-reaking caught in the rain RIGHT after a dust storm. Dust storm + massive rain + Jade + groceries to get to the car and home = Jadie, the not-so-happy elf. I got caught in the rain but didn't get no pina colada betch.

I full think University is confusing, anybody wishing to be my university slave which entitles going to my classes, completing my assignments, doing my washing and such can apply through this page or call me on 04-SLAVESLUT.

That be all, tune is for the next blog (probably occurring tomorrow) about my heart throbity throb throbbing and my head not knowing etc.

We steal things, we cry and we hate.

Dear fellow bloggers,

I feel intimacy yet I'm not emotional person. I still miss him.

My life revolves around Evatt House and the University of Newcastle at this present stage. But my life revolved around him before I moved here. 

My life will continually keep revolving around my friends and my family, and my new family: D Block 1st. 

Some of my heros include people who are different but never stand out, people who dare to be different and people who dare break out of social norms.

The tightness of this leather rope is loosening and I am feeling more inclined to talk to you, to arrange contact with you, to feel you. This gives me the security of knowing I can link to you. But alas... you are still an immature twatter.

So if I steal possessions of hate is that a crime? Or just a crying shame?