Dino-bees;

A simple question.

Why would one be stupid enough to climb into a polar bear enclosure? Because of course, they're fluffy and look like teddy bears, so they're not going to rip your throat out, even though they're carnivorous animals. *smacks head*

The only animal I'd climb into an enclosure to be with would be something small and cuddlesome -- a merpanda would fit the bill perfectly :)

Chocolate breakfasts.

But the important thing is that today is the only day all year where it is acceptable, all around the world, to eat chocolate for breakfast. And so I did :).

I want to be one of the oceanic six, because now I know what they are. And after many months of wondering, I've discovered the secret. :) Thank-you, thank-you screwed up video tape.

A rambling of sorts, that's all today's blog post is.

And so I bid you adieu, to you and you and you.

<3

Foreign Languages and Stolen Bicycles;

Ribosomes. Chromosomes. Nucleosomes.
A language foreign to me.
Text books large enough to swallow me whole.
Not unless you know the secrets.
Secrets to unlock the hidden language.

In a hole in the ground,
I leave my identity outside with my muddy shoes.
My face hidden, and my soul and secrets too,
My protection is the mask I wear outside.
A mask of relentless uncaring,
Without promise or faith.

Will you save me from this dark despair?
Because right now, the only one I can turn to is PCR.
And it's just not helpful.

I wish my name was Celestine,
Because I would be buried in the snow, just waiting for Ernest.
Would you save me? Or leave me to be soaked through, beneath the apple tree?
Rotten to the core, I know the truth.

You came by on a stolen bicycle, and made me smile.
Because Narnie sat in front of Webb. And Tate chose rock, so Lily died.
Because Fitz rode by, and Jude trampled the poppies.
But when they all came back together, it was for the house made of gopher wood.
Like Noah's ark, by the river.
A home for them, and their families.

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH.

Pudding;

Take me here; to Pudding Cup Palace.

Why do I not have some of this chocolate-y goodness?

It's like the Taj Mahal, but better.

Pudding makes the world a better place.

Doubt my judgement? Just ask Lorelai Gilmore, she'll tell you.

Lopsided Smiles;

I missed the cut-off date.
It's not that big a deal, only 5%.
But it's chemistry of all things.
So i'm cutting myself up about it.
Not literally, because literally cutting myself would make me feel overly nauseous.
But figuratively, I feel horrible.
A physical pain for a mental ailment.

I have wonderful friends.
Friends who try to cheer me up with a story about a girl called April who narrowly escaped a pack of wolves on the beach after she fell down a hole. Or friends who try to help me forget. Or friends who find me my new favourite songs that aren't quite uplifting enough to get me out of this funk. The find The Wombats, Kimya Dawson, Michael Buble. They suggest kit-kats or alphabet bags or even the reminder of my birthday, too close for comfort.

To tell the truth I'm actually scared of the barrier, between seventeen and eighteen. I don't want to be an adult. I'm immature and a little weird but hopefully slightly loveable. I don't want to be responsible today. Or tomorrow. I have only 18 days, of which to learn wisdom and truth and responsibility.

But let me shirk that all for one more day, and I'll beat myself up over a missed CMT deadline and then tomorrow, I'll pick up my new alphabet bag and my books and wear my favourite jeans and hopefully tomorrow will be better than today. Which is mightily possible.

A honey-scented world, free blossoms falling, the first steps of an infant, cradle-cap.
Dancing in a world of bumble-bees, pudding cups, bear-shaped vitamins.

Call me tomorrow, when I arrive from the moon.
On a rocketship made of scrap metal and spare tyres.
Call me tomorrow, when I return to my home,
And tomorrow, smiling will be the chore.

N.
Blanche, you do not fail.
I understand. And I wish I could be.
Josh Groban-style, I appreciate your effort.
Fannypacks are my favourite measure of value.

Blood, Flesh and Bone.

Today, I spend the day yelling at inanimate objects.

Firstly my computer, because it kept logging off every time I switched on the webcam. Then I yelled at my spoon for falling onto the floor. And then I decided to yell at Ausiello's website becuase it hasn't revealed to me who is getting married on the 100th episode of Grey's Anatomy.

It was tumultuous day for all involved.

And of course, when you do something you find fun (as I find yelling at inanimate objects), you search facebook and find the perfect group to join.

Which of course I did: "I Yell At Inanimate Objects".

And the perfect group lead me to my new all-time favourite comic: Toothpaste for Dinner.

I have a few confessions to make.

This morning, whilst I was supposed to be doing my prac report on dung beetles I instead did the following:

Consumed a cup of frozen raspberries and a chocolate croissant.

Tried seven times to find the latest episode of Grey's Anatomy on youtube.

Watched three episodes of '90210' on www.ch131.com.

Searched manically for the Brady Bunch movie and then proceeded to watch forty-three minutes of it.

Brushed my teeth twice, and my hands three times.

Arranged my books in order, according to author.

Took two quizzes on facebook, one about my OCD-ness and one about which GA character am I.

Speculated about an impending Cristina-Owen pregnancy and/or marriage.

Looked at Emma's pictures of Paige :) .

Remembered what happened on Thursday, and shuddered.

Felt undeniably sorry for Adrianna and Silver. Oh and Tai, even though he's a scumbagg.

And last, but not least, I googled the Cupcake Parlour.

My lack of conscientiousness is not to be laughed at, but pitied.

I've fallen out of the routine of needing to do things.

And while I like spending time doing nothing, I need to get moving.

On the flip-side, I'm looking forward to dance class on Tuesday.

Last Tuesday was brutal, but I love seeing Monique and Lucy and Biz :).

--- she's blood, flesh and bone. no tucks or silicone. she's touch, smell, sight, taste and sound.

I wish I were fancy-free as well.

N.

goodbye my watermelon-coloured friend

pudding cup.

At Long Last;

Today is Friday.
I am ecstatic.

While I was in the bathroom at uni today, I found a limerick scrawled onto a tile above the "Save Water" sticker that UQ fastens to all it's sinks. The same limerick that Hugh Grant said, loudly, in a row boat next to none other than Bridget Jones. I laughed and the girl standing next to me looked at me like I was a flea. But I didn't care, the limerick was worth it.

And then this afternoon, I spent three hours listening to my tutor explain gel electrophoresis.
I think, that at SMT, we did that on average once a term. And thus, my afternoon was boring.
More boring than you could possibly imagine.
And for some reason, my lab partner seems to have an aversion to brushing his teeth.
Which is entirely off-putting.
Eurgh.

But now it is the weekend, and I plan to spend 130 smackeroonies on a bag covered in alphabet letters and watch as much as possible on ch131.com

N.

Lie to Me;

Usually, I hate lies. But today, of all days, lie to me.

It's one of those days where I don't want to handle the truth and I'd rather lie, shrouded in my fairytale-esque dreams of a childhood long past.

So lie to me, and for this one moment, I will be forever grateful.

<3