Bunnies! Bunnies! Bunnies!

*sounds of the bandwagon rumbling your way*


Fill this out then copy it to your own journal.
01. Chataki is _____.
02. Chataki thinks a lot about _____.
03. When I think of Chataki, I think of _____.
04. I want Chataki to _____ me.
05. If I were alone in a room with Chataki, I would _____.
06. I think Chataki should _____.
07. Chataki needs _____.
08. If I could describe Chataki in a word: _____.
09. Chataki can _____ my _____.
10. I _____ Chataki because _____.

There are two awful new sculptures at school.

I suspected as much when C-boi in assembly was talking about "inaugurating" the general landscaping". With what I pictured a tiny, fat man in a bowler hat with a walrus mustache gesturing dramatically towards a flowerbed surrounding a hideous fountain of a peeing gnome. (I remember now why I couldn't stop giggling.)

One of them is a totem pole covered in kiwiwana/maori stuff. I can alread see the graffiti drawing itself all over it. Their futile attempt to incorporate the supposed "national culture" pretty much serves to exacerbate (thanks riz) the slow death of maori culture as it gets swamped by the Western Joke.

The second one looks like lots of clear acrylic plates glued into a pile.

The party last night was the BEST EVAR time! I really wasn't expecting it! I went with Sam and yargh_extreeme. I didn't drink a drop (designated driver) but it had no impact whatsoever on my fun-fun-fun. Spent most of the time "chilling" with Matt and Francois and Chihiro and various wanderers. Matt is very talented on the guitar, we improvised some funky lyrics. It was very cool.
Was on the receiving end of a number of appreciative comments and speeches, hugs and handshakes, most of it issuing from riz_soldout, Zack, Chris and Matt. I will laugh like a monkey every time I hear "Graduation" now.

I'm sorry, yargh_xtreeme, but Sam most definitely wants me. It's so obvious. She wants my luscious derriere.

By the way, riz_soldout, I got your apologetic text. Don't worry, you weren't that much of a plonker. Hang on! Yes you were!

I made ten cents just by sitting down on the verandah. Go me and my luscious derriere. *flag*

It was the perfect way to celebrate not only Richard's birthday but the END OF THE GOSHDARNED TOOTIN' Essay - please see previous post!

In other news:
Today I got my full. The whole time I thought I was going to fail because I was so nervous. But hey!

Also, I'm sick. It's very annoying. Eating hot soup to remedy this situation.

Oh god, I just watched elephant. I cannot stop shaking.

Imagine if there was a school shootout at our school? How horrible would that be?

I imagine it would be almost similar in our school, no one actually realizes what's going on because it's just so surreal.
The movie was really great, though a little a) drawn-out and b) overly understated (hmm...)
It was still... nervousness-making... ee... oo.... oh gosh...

I just can't imagine it happening at our school. For one I can't think of who would be provoked to that point.

Maybe me, if B-meister keeps being a prick on a stick. Although I wouldn't shoot him, I'd just pee in his shoes or something.

Update
It is now 10:14.

1. Not much.
2. None.
3. Most
4. None
5. None
6. None
7. Not much.
8. None
9. None

Hmm. Maybe it would help if I stopped watching gameshows and looking up Brel lyrics. Did I say Brel? I meant The Legend.

yes, so I listened to The Legend the whole way to school and most of the way back home. Did I say The Legend? I meant Brel.
It makes me feel like drawing, so that is what I will do.

Just wrote my french letter on racism. Fascinating stuff. I do believe I am queen of all french. (obviously not of syntax)
OMF its going to be so awesome over in Europe. Europe makes me thing of really rare steak, umbrellas, ridiculously good-looking bosnian men and winding cobblestoned roads.

Oh yeah, compulsory HBP comment: WTF?? That's the best I can do right now.

So, school tomorrow. I'm excited.
"Chrononutrition". Cheese for breakfast! OH YEA!

Late. See you tomorrow, school, light of my life, cherry on my cake.

The world is an exciting place, exciting place, exciting place,
The world is an exciting place, at least it is to me!

I'm walking off to Lemur Land, to Lemur Land, to Lemur Land,
I'm walking off to Lemur Land, 'cause there's so much to see!

Their sweet and fluffy stripey tails, their stripey tails, their stripey tails,
Their sweet and fluffy stripey tails are wonderful indeed!

Don't need to take a camera, a camera, a camera,
Don't need to take a camera, 'cause me is all I need!

Mmmm.. I'm up to about 1664 word on the EE, doing a grand speed of about two words an hour!

Mr K is like a featherlight nudge in the right direction. He's fantastic if you're into autonomy, self-sufficiency, complete and utter independence, self-reliance, your own pace of work...
In other words, perfect for someone like me. A great guy, who has done great deeds. Of course, I really, really should get this done, but a mild, pleasant and slightly amused face comes drifting across my field of vision and says "I like chocolate", "Dolphins are neat." I am in a heaven of blissful relaxation, floating across a pool of sparkling clean seawater interspersed with glittering beach snails on seabiscuits, waving lazily at me from under their cocktail umbrellas.
Ah. Bliss.
Then, the surface of the water starts to ripple. I knew it, it couldn't last. A head breaks the surface; a tangle of blonde hair heaves out of the water and rises to block the sunshine, covering me in shadow. I cannot see the face but the voice is enough to chill my blood, and send my mollusc friends diving for refuge into the water with minute splashes.
A crisp voice slices though the air like Jamie Oliver's eight-inch chef's knife slices through ciabatta.
"Do I have a TOK essay from you?"
"Um.. not yet.. well, you have bits of it that I did earlier on.. like a plan thing -"
Earrings jangle.
"I want a full draft in by next week."
Without another word, the apparation sinks back into the water in a whirlpool of bubbles and foam, and I am left to contemplate the empty seabisuits around me, and the limp parasols floating abandoned in the water, and how much better the world would be if Mr K. was king of the world.