so now ive got that out of the way i can reply to comments again without sounding like a broken record!

faith and ruby - thank you both so much for your kind coments. you guys rule! you really made my day, its good to see some people who really, like, get me, you know?

FAQs and Retorts

ok so i get a lot of hate on this blog. i love getting comments from people, and i do read every one and concider them thoughtfully, except for the ones that just try to be hurtful. i mean, whatever, man. if you feel you need to dis a fifteen year old on the internet to vindacate your own sence of self, fine tough guy, good for you.

but sometimes thru misonformation people make assumptions. its fair enough. but im hear to correct them.

1. keith is not my dad. he is my stepdad. he moved in about two years ago and i had no say over it. he is a total asshole. i know it could be worse, like, he teases me and stuff but he doesnt beat me up or hurt me physically, just emotionally. but it still sucks, and again, he moved in to my house and i had no say over it.

2. i cant get a job. my mum doesnt make a lot of money, and thats not her fault, but it means i only get $10 a week pocket money. i'm not allowed to get a job until i finish highschool, coz apparently thats my priority at the moment. it sucks. and i cant just get one on the sly, because i cant get a lift to/from, and open up a bank account, and stuff, without my mums permission. i mean, im not allowed to go out on a school night as it is, but even on weekends she wants to know where im going. and i get grounded to often.

3. if you like my poetry and how i sound, that's cool, but im not giving you my number. i mean, do you think im like stupid? because i know there are people out there who say they have been touched by my poetry and that's really awesome. and i am single and looking to meet girls. but you email me your number and ill get back to you. for one, i dont have a mobile phone, and for two, if i give someone my number, how do i know there not just pretending to like me? like i said, i get a lot of hate on this site. but if your in the greensborough area get back to me.

4. i am not a fag. just because im not a cookie cutter jock asshole doenst mean im gay.

5. i dont care what people on the internet say about me. if your not going to offer constructive criticicm, then dont bother.

6. i dont have the internet at home, so i can usually check comments via email once a week or maybe twice, but i can't post ofen. i will try to post more in the future, but yeah, it gets hard sometimes, because i have to wait until im somewhere (NOT at school) with internet.

7. i know i sometimes have problems with spelling and stuff, i'm 15, so i guess that's normal. so just deal with that. language is fluid, and stuff.

8. My sister skeetz moved interstate to live with our aunty, but then she left. She is tanyawah's friend. their loosers.

9. when people say im a parady it hurts my feelings, but only momentarily. i mean, im tryin to be as honest and authentic as posible, but if people say im fake or a satire i figure its just their own small mindedness and lack of worldliness being reflected.

10. there was something else, but i forgot it.

ive got a cold. it sucks. my mum says its because i never cover up when i go out but i totally do - in winter i always wear fingerless gloves and a scarf with my teeshirt or hoodie, and black skinny-leg jeans. but now im sick and feeling gross. at least i get the day off school, but knowing my luck the pe teacher will die or something and ill miss it. or like some dumb jock will come out or something and ill be sitting here sleepign and not get to say HAHA YOU CALLED ME A FAG NOW I KNOW WHY YOU ASSHOLE!!!! yeah thatd be cool.


so anyway I was reading this blog the other day when i was at alysons and i found the most amazin poem:



Philip Larkin - This Be The Verse

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.


don't you love it? like, i mean, it's not biased, its saying that yeah parents suck, but they were fucked up by there own parents so in a way its not there fault. and it adds a solution, which is to not have kids. i know i wouldnt want to bring a child in to this world, and we are overpopulated anyway.

harley was saying that when he was in year 8 and at his uncles farm he wanted to go sit on a barbed wire fense so it would make him sterile so he wouldnt have to brng a child up in this fucked up sosiety. but he didnt have the guts to in the end because it would hurt so much, and not just, like, in a cutting yourself way, because sometimes you need that relese, but in a much worse way.

so anyway. im sick, it sucks. i was thinking of doing an faq section of the blog next time im at a house with internet acess (im at alysons place at the moment, she and harley took the day off too so were all here. we were going to drink some stuff from alysons parents bar, but im sick so i might not but maybe i will, i dont know)

but anyway, i better go because the movie were watching (napolon dynomite) is finishing and we're gonna walk up to the pizza hut and get lunch. then i have to be back home by three so my little brother sees me when he gets home and if my mum gets home early she wont be suspitious.