Musings of an Average Teen

Raving Rabbits with Rabies.

A bruise is like someone telling you you've done something wrong, but never telling you what you did...

So way back in Grade 5 or something, the teacher tells us to rewrite a fairy tale. Me and my friend Olive Tree partner up and decide to do Little Red Reding Hood. 'Cept being the kids we were, it had to be very dramatic with an insane Grandma, a psychotic woodcutter and cute little rabbits that pretended to be your friend until they turned into, and I quote, 'Raving Rabbits with Rabies and Red Eyes." Then Lil' Red goes all ninja on their asses and beats the shit out of rabbits. It was a great story. And the Rabbits foamed at the mouth :D

I was talking about something at tea last night which somehow went from insulting my brothers intelligence to Teletubbies. OMG! MY AUTOCORRECT IS SO NINJA, IT KNOW TELETUBBIES AND DOESN'T ACCEPT BEIBER! (It took me seven times for that to go in properly)

Anyways, I go all "Do you remember tubbie-toast?!" to my brother and he replies with "Was that the blue one?" Seriously Damien? God he's weird. [If you don't know what tubbie-toast is, I'm very disappointed.]

We had people come into school a few days ago to give us a talk about a community help program in Timor Leste. It was an interesting talk until they get a student from another school to talk about her experience. Why? Her every second word was 'like'. I don't, like, think I can underline that, like, enough to give justice to her extreme, like, annoyingness. Turns out Renee was thinking the same thing and every time she said it we would turn to look at each other. I may not have a sore neck if I had just stayed looking at Renee the whole time. I think I may have whiplash from turning too quickly too often.

I think, with all these bruises I'm getting, I'm going to be bluer than an avatar. I like talking about bruises, don't I? I seem to mention them in every part.

This reminds me of when I learnt to ride my bike. I was camping with my mum and we were at a caravan park with a gravel path around the sites. I still had training wheels but I could ride by myself with them. Mum took them off and as soon as I went to ride I fell over. I went to her and got a bandaid. Of course, that fixed everything right up [Don't cha love how that works] and I set off again. I rode a little more and fell again, running back for another bandaid. Wash, rinse, repeat. Well, you can't say I wasn't determined.

The Iron Man 3 trailer came out a few days ago and I go to watch it. But, having the shitty Internet connection I do, it constantly freezes up. And of course it pauses at the part where you see Tony and Pepper in the same bed... I hate Pepper! So not fair...

However, I love infotainment. I don't know why, how could you not? Half the stuffs crap, but no matter! I like it for their enthusiasm, the world needs more enthusiasm.

So if I'm going to leave, it's got to be enthusiastic!

BYE! XX