I'm going to post Lady Gaga some pants this afternoon.

Nothing to do!! Nothing to do!!! Nothing to do!!!!!!

Today, as you should know, is the VHS athletics carnival and I was under the impression that I was going. WRONG. My mother asked me last night, "Are you doing any events?" and naturally, I said, "No. I run like a one legged pirate." so she said, "Then there's no reason for you to go." so I went off in a huff mumbling about my awesome blue sombrero that I would never get to wear. My sister took it instead and contaminated it with her hair that hasn't been washed for weeks (Yes, that was literal, sadly.) So, all I have been doing all day long is sitting on the computer, googling myself etc. and being cold. COLD. ON THE GOLD COAST. IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY. Now, if that doesn't proove that I'm a freak of nature, I don't know what will.

Speaking of idiocy, what is up with music these days?!! I stand by the fact that most of the stuff in the charts is all about ass, booty, parties and "ma grillz". And half of the singers (I WILL NOT call them artists) don't even wear pants. I mean, its enough hearing about your butt, we don't need a demonstration.

Yours with pants,
Kim.

A quick shout out to my FOLLOWERS.

OKAY, WHY ISN'T ANYONE UPDATING?!!!! BRI?!! WHAT HAPPENED TO UPDATING EVERYDAY?!!!! AND AWURA-ABENA?!!!! WHERE IS THE ODE TO TOASTIE?!!!! AND NATALIE!!!!!!! YOU USED TO UPDATE ALL THE TIME!!!!! AND ANONYMOUS FOLLOWER!!!!!!!! WHO THE FREAKIN' HELL ARE YOU??!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Next time any of you are about to blow off updating, THINK OF MY ENTERTAINMENT.

With no greetings,
Kim.

The boredom is starting to get to me.

Have you ever been so desperately bored that you just sit in one place for hours just waiting for something to happen? Well, welcome to the club. This happens to me EVERY weekend. Every Saturday, between the hours of ten am and two pm, I sit in my room listening to my iPod for hours on end until I finally decide to do something and my choice of activity is watching Saturday afternoon television which, if you live on the GC, sucks absolute ass.

So, as I am on the verge of watching the asscake television programming for this fine afternoon, I decided to do something of mild productivity and update my blog which, so far this month, has only had superdupergaygay subjects posted on it by yours truly. Now, what to talk about...

FACEBOOK. Oh my, how I love facebook! No sarcasm! I genuinly love it. And do you know why? Not because I like sending moronic messages like "Ohmigod!! Lol!!!" to people I see nearly everyday, but because it actually does what it promises and lets me keep in touch with my friends with I have long not talken to or friends who have moved away (see Bri! I told you I'd mention you in one of my posts!). Recently, I got in touch with my best friend from YEAR THREE. Yes, you heard me correctly. Year three!! And would this have happened without the magic of Facebook? I think not! Now, I have never been addicted to any substances in my life (except jujyfruit), but this must be saying something: I was on there from four pm to ten pm yesterday. I couldn't help myself, I just couldn't stop doing quizzes!! I think I'm addicted...

In other news which is completely unreleated to what I was just talking about, this Tuesday is the annual VHS Athletics Carnival. Since I cannot run faster than a one-legged pirate or throw a javelin without hitting an official, I am not competing at all. AT ALL. Case closed. But I will be supporting my house, sure. Even though Mr. Brkichs Burleigh pride is one of THE most annoying things I have and probably ever will come across in my lifetime.

So I will leave you, oh loyal readers WHO NEVER UPDATE THEIR BLOGS (you know who you are), so that I may do my gaypie stack of homework and drink a grape soda.

GO BURLEIGH!
Kim.

WHAT?!

Okay guys, this is going to be a pretty short post, but I must thrust my frustration upon you all. If you go to my followers box, you will see that I have 3 followers at the present time. Normal? WRONG. When I go to my dashboard when I forst log in, it says that I have 4. FOUR. Either Bloggers having a nutso episode or I have an anonymous follower... which is slightly FREAKING ME OUT. ANONYMOUS FOLLOWER, PLEASE LET YOURSELF BE KNOWN!!!!! WHO THE HECK ARE YOU?!!!!

Frustratedly yours,
Kim.

Something that's actually cheerful for once.

WOOHOO! Paramore's new album is coming out soon and they are my FAVOURITE band of all time!!

And end cheerfulness...now.

BEWARE THE LIST.

Rebel groups, in the words of Natalie. How I hate them, from their microscopic skirts to their caked on makeup. I just really want to go up to them and kick them in the head. HARD. So hard, in fact, that they will forget who they are and resume their lives like normal people: UNSLUTTILY. But, then again, what would the world be without the communities of your good old biaches? The saying "Omigod! She is such a slut!" would go without meaning. Imagine where we would all be now without our friendly neighbourhood stripper-wannabe! Probably the same place, but the VHS community would be a WHOLE lot smaller. Seriously, at least every second person I see is what I like to call a scraper (i.e. a girl whos makeup is so caked on that you want to go over to them and literally SCRAPE that skin coloured accumulation from their face with A SCRAPING UTENSIL.) Does anyone else want to do this? Or is it just me and my warpedness?



Speaking of warpedness, guess who has made a reappearence just to torment me? Thats right, Le Brick has made a SPECTACULAR return. Once upon last week, I was late to form and so Mr. Brkich gave me a detention. Sounds right? WRONG. Guess how many minutes I was late by. One. ONE. ONE FREAKIN' MINUTE. And for that, I had to spend my entire lunch picking up rubbish. FOR 25 FREAKIN' MINUTES. HE IS GOING ON MY "TO KILL LATER" LIST, SECOND ONLY TO STING.

Speaking of killing, why is it that everyone thinks my hair looks like Hayley Williams? Okay, it is fluoro red and orange and my fringe kinda spikes up at its own accord, but really! I'm sick of it!! MY HAIR IS AWESOME. DEAL WITH IT OR YOU ARE GOING ON THE LIST, THIRD ONLY TO MR.BRKICH AND STING. Haha, joking kiddies.

Stay awesome!
Kim.

P.S. I just want to say one more thing: I HATE BOYS. WHY DO THEY HAVE TO BE THE WAY THEY ARE?!!

A short summary of what my holiday was...

I should really make a tee shirt saying "I survived the death trip to Mudgee for another year!" Yes, that time of grandparent visiting is finally over. I spent my entire holidays minus a day or two (which I spent mostly sleeping) out in the middle of nowhere doing absolutey nothing but being constantly frustrated by my cousin who has this weird obbsession with being near me (don't ask me why.)The real threat was the driving. I sure am surprised that I returned intact and unscathed. The drive back home was seriously like hell on wheels. After visiting someone who was sick for a meer two hours, I contracted their cold and so for nearly twelve straight hours I was a snotty tired mess being repeatively kicked in the back through my seat by my sister while Sting was blaring through the car speakers to my mothers delight and to my ABSOLUTELY DEFINATE HORROR. IF I EVER GET THE SMALLEST CHANCE, I AM GOING TO MURDER STING SO VIOLENTLY AND SLOWLY THAT I WILL BECOME SO INFAMOUS AND BLOODY FANTASTIC THAT THE LOYAL CITIZENS OF THE LAND WHERE ONLY REAL MUSIC EXISTS WILL THROW ME A FRICKIN' PARADE.