first posts...
The following is the 3rd post I made in my livejournal. I just had a read of it and, well, it's fairly hilarious really, for a number of reasons. Particularly the way I still manage to slip in the victimised final sentence into the whole entry. Ah. beginning of year 11. Good times.
Dear Mr. Howard,
Sorry if I am interrupting, you seem pretty busy sleeping with Mr. Bush. I would like to say on behalf of the majority of australians that you are a dickhead. Congratulations. And your eyebrows are really stupid.
Lots of love,
Tom
That man annoys me so much! All to get on the good side of George "double-ya" Bush. Urgh... stupid stupid man- if he was sitting next to me at a dinner party i think i would have a lot of trouble fighting the urge to tip the scalding contents of his dinner over his head whilst stabbing him in his forehead with a fork- all in one smooth movement.
Thats my opinion for the day... I will now slip back to my blathering self...... and done
Edit: Wow. So after writing that stuff above there I continued reading through my 2003 entries right up until August some time. I cannot believe how depressed and awful they all are! I have this memory of year 11 as being great and wonderfully fun. But... those entries are the most morbid awful entries. I want to shake my 15/16 year-old self and say, "hey, buddy. things are fine! Stop being so awfully (and annoyingly) depressed". I guess it's always easy to look back on yourself and find your past self so pitiful.
Dear Mr. Howard,
Sorry if I am interrupting, you seem pretty busy sleeping with Mr. Bush. I would like to say on behalf of the majority of australians that you are a dickhead. Congratulations. And your eyebrows are really stupid.
Lots of love,
Tom
That man annoys me so much! All to get on the good side of George "double-ya" Bush. Urgh... stupid stupid man- if he was sitting next to me at a dinner party i think i would have a lot of trouble fighting the urge to tip the scalding contents of his dinner over his head whilst stabbing him in his forehead with a fork- all in one smooth movement.
Thats my opinion for the day... I will now slip back to my blathering self...... and done
Edit: Wow. So after writing that stuff above there I continued reading through my 2003 entries right up until August some time. I cannot believe how depressed and awful they all are! I have this memory of year 11 as being great and wonderfully fun. But... those entries are the most morbid awful entries. I want to shake my 15/16 year-old self and say, "hey, buddy. things are fine! Stop being so awfully (and annoyingly) depressed". I guess it's always easy to look back on yourself and find your past self so pitiful.