The Black Day Book

I'm sure quite a few of you know of the Blue Day Book by Bradly Trevor Greive? Quite a lovely book actually, with animal pictures and things, well, the Black Day Book is um...similar to that. Except well...here, I'll give you the lines that are in it, it's disturbing.

Any day can be a black day.

These are the days when you know you're a mere speck on the earth

when you are no longer able to delude yourself that there is a point to it all.

Life is a slog, and some days are beyond endurance.

When you're stuck in traffic,

the elements conspire against you,

your flight is cancelled.

You need to decide if you will let the world push you around,

or if you will fight back.

On black days the world is against you.

It's right that you feel paranoid.

The panic rises,

frantically you search for comfort in all the wrong places, (baby duck on a rabbit hee)

you feel abandoned in a scorching desert

and dread lurks over your shoulder.

...and so on. I'll just skip to the end where it um...'cheers you up'.

Dont let yourself become one of those gentle souls who wants to save the world. Is it really worth saving? What with pollution and the hole in the ozone layer, global warming, overpopulation, the threat of terrorism (I find it ironic that the picture is a bald eagle...), war, karaoke, and aging rock stars who just wont quit. But worst of all there's love. Which inevitably leads to heartbreak, hate-mail, emotional baggage, paranoia, sleeping alone, insecurity, loneliness and despair.

So how can you avoid the nauseating feeling that you're sliding into a pool of squalid slime? Its simple. Avoid people. They're only going to hurt you. Lose your ambition. It wont get you anywhere. Remember that you are -always- right, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Never say you're sorry. Don't worry about other people. They need to grow up and look after themselves. Make scary faces at small children. Sleep alot -- it kills time. Stop worrying about your personal appearance, nobody notices you anyway. Avoid positive people, they're just deluding themselves. Why worry about consequences? If you're lucky, today might be your last. Sit back and watch life pass you by. What are you really going to miss? Just another black day.


yeah, to save on space I put the pages into paragraphs >_> Now, is this a book supposed to cheer you up or what?

Braincell count....

-10 and falling.

http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/death+kitty+and+the+fat+man/

http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/Animator+vs+Animation/

http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/Animator+vs+Animation+2/

http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/ultimate+showdown/

http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/salad+fingers/

^ <3 salad fingers.

Click on the links, they are awesome clips! Oh, happy side note, I GOT IN!!! Yep, I got into uni, got my 1st preference, in a joondalup campus to ECU in Psychology, BA(psych) whoo! Go me.

http://seehere.blogspot.com/2006/08/strange-and-funny-signs.html

http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/scampi/

http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/badgers/

http://www.flowgo.com/funny/2113_baby-maybelline.html

http://www.flowgo.com/funny/5103_midnight-piddle-parody.html

Enjoy teh braindrainign I have.

Menagerie

Melbourne = really odd dreams.

It all starts in a museum like menagerie, all the animals are dead and stuffed, kept behind chicken mesh enclosures. A thin, green tarp covers all the enclosures, keeping them in a cool green glow, and it is -very- important that it is kept on, and covered. Why? Well...you'll find out.

Someone didn't tie a corner of that tarp down properly, or at all really, and the wind picks up the spiderweb mesh, uncovering the menagerie statues and....they stop becoming statues. At first it's no big thing, marsupials like rats, and mice, going onto the larger ones, the bilby, thylacine...and other ones that I don't know the names of, stretch and ...break open the doors to their cages. Cue me standing there going 'oops...oh no.' as they start to wander, scamper and generally mess around.

And the 'oh no' changes to 'oh shit' as the carnivores and bigger things start to wake up. Like the moa bird. That thing is -huge- and pecks at me. I decide the floor is a very NOT good place to be, and clamber up the partition between one cage and the next. I'm happily sitting here, watching the enclosures being uncovered, the big cats start prowling, you know, the sabre toothed kind, before a dinosaur, diplodocus to those that know the thunder lizards, barges by and I start 'oh shit'ing in earnest. With valid reason too, as the t-rex wakes up and starts thud....thud...thudding down the walkway between the two rows of enclosures.

There's one enclosure holding something -larger- than the king of the dinosaurs, and it wakes up too...I don't actually -see- this massive crocodile leave its enclosure, I only saw the nose...picture a round snout the size of a volkswagon beetle slowly emerging into the light while a t-rex looks at you.

Which would have -more- of your attention?

Yep, the t-rex. Oddly enough, they don't look -down- their snout, they have to dip their snout and look from the top of their head, to focus the two eyes in binocular vision. Really ...disturbing. And me going, oh shit oh shitohshiiiiiit as it snaps at me. Mad scramble back and thud on the hay of an empty enclosure...well, mostly empty. Giraffes are -niiiiice-. I like Giraffes. T-rexes don't, they ignore the longlegged food supplies to go for the human girl scrambling back through the legs.

And...lets skip the massive runrunrunrun DUCK runrunrun part to where I hide in the swan enclosure. Yes, the swan enclosure. And the drake hisses at me because I almost disturbed the missus who was sitting on her clutch. A sorry and a squeeeze into the box that holds a different nest, so I'm sitting -next- to the dry grass thing, hoping that the t-rex wont' find me.

A monkey boy caveman thing drops in, looks at me all scrunched back into the box and asks "Are you comfortable?"

"Yeah...I'm fine." I reply with a bit of a bemused look on my face

"you don't -look- comfortable."

"Thats because I'm hiding, look, go pat the swans!"

He does, and thud....thud...thud the t-rex is back. And of course, he stops right by the swans enclosure, dips his head -really- close to the ground, twists, and looks straight at me. Snarl, snap, box is captures in those jaws, bottom drops out and I thud on the floor as he struggles with the wood. Bolt for the little door at the back to get into the service way and...thudthudthudthud

How the DEVIL can the t-rex get from INFRONT of the enclosures to the BACK of the enclosures, going AROUND all of the enclosures and past that giant crocodile which is now sitting up on its tail, bouncing and going 'deedly deedly dee' at me FASTER than I can get through -one- little door?

Repeat about five times before, brainwave! lets shut and lock the chickenmesh door that it was slipping through!

....


It went -through- the doors regardless. Two broken doors now.

That worked.

Not.

It's about now that I decide to wake up. You can only say 'oh shit' and 'that is -so- not fair' so many times, run your lungs out and be absolutely terrified so many times before it gets a bit boring.

My boyfriend asked why I woke up in the morning (after I woke the whole house by setting off the alarm to let the cat in >_<), my response? 'I got sick of being chased by a t-rex'.

Irritation

Yes, I am irritated today. Do you know why? Of course not, so I am going to rant my little head off telling you about it.

Yesterday, my mothers boyfriend decided to ride me, again, about cleaning up my room. Yeah, like there is alot I can do with the two metre square room I've got, chuck in two dressers, a book case, a bed and a washbasket, a box that holds a complete kitchen kit (apart from the kitchen sink and plates...literally) that is about oh...a metre cubed, and I'm lucky to get a walkway of floor! See, he was taking in some washing, I went out and offered to help, he said 'why don't you do something productive, and clean your room.' that went down well, not.

But! be proud of me. All I did was growl.

And then, I went to work, still a bit riled, only to get snarled at by the manager (I'm kinda sick of having to clock in early y'know) because I wasn't immediately out the front, and when I was on the WAY OUT THERE, he kept on saying that I was going out there to replace another worker. I'm like, yep, I know. Yeah, okay. Grar! Serve the customers, clear the line and, lo and behold, I'm off lobby to pack for drive thru. Yay. -_-

Not one of my happier days, let me assure you.

And, to top it all off, this entire wonderful situation of working 8 days straight, I didn't sleep last night. Hip hip hurrah, lets hear it for insomnia!

Flying over to Melbourne tomorrow to spend two weeks with my boyfriend, yay, should be good. Note to self; don't go 8 days only eating once every three while working your arse off, you tend to feel a bit light headed.

Hummmmmm......I think that's about all of it, I can't think of anything else to write and isn't this just a pleasant little update for you lot? Oh, and I'm not getting any closer to having a new laptop, alas, funds are a bit short and I'm around $500 in debt to daddy dearest to pay for airfares. Joy of joys. Maybe...maybe when I get my tax return, I'll get myself a laptop, a belated birthday present to me from me. Yay. -_-