at least francis bobina the root still loves me, sob! =(

hey rats,

short summary of my life so far:
- my fish died (narcissus jerkins the neurotic)
- i got cold feet bout my other fish (mr.timothy and yeardly pod smith) so am giving them away to a good frend
- my mom cried more about my fish than me
- we had a fish burial funeral, i sed kind words, my mother put a sprig of weeds (we couldnt find eucalyptus) on top of the grave (my sister kindly donated a jewellery box)
- i am momentarily happy
- miserable again
- am dropping methods, english, politics, already not doing chem, i am officially set for tafe
- picking up philosophy/international pol (yay, jado! hope ure keepin it!)
- mom actually suggested social welfare degree to me- how sad is that (but i was excessively proud of her)
- failing skool
- eating brownies
- mom even suggested to do some writing thing in uni gippsland (is there even a place called gippsland?)
- someone kill me now
- plz
- brownie fell on keyboard, mom yell, say go gippsland now
- also doing geography
- this has not turned out to be a short summary
- plz write, im am turning into a severely high from depression druggie without drugs
- how goes jap?
- sucked and suctioned out all the brownie crumbs from keyboard with my own mouth. maybe ill turn into those people who can do mouth tricks, run away to circus, get raped
- and a fingersmith, i always wanted to be that
- officially an existentialist nihalist (also a very bad speller)
- okay if no ones gonna do it, moms gone to sharpen a knife
- turns out its only for the vegies (phew)
- bleh
- fluaoudh
- glahhsfla
- try saying those real quick!
- duk