school holidays sux. theres like nothing to do. my stepdad said we should go to the show as a family and i said THATS SO LAME and he said but you like animals, they have some there you can see and i said yeah but there in cages and its cruel. and then i tried to make him feel guilty by saying we cant go as a family because my looser sister isnt here (shes in queensland, she went to live with our grandmother but now i think shes by herself or living at her friend tanyas house. i dunno. mum talks to her a bit but i hardly ever do)

so anyway. sunny day real estate is pretty much my favorite band at the moment. and i love the name, too, its so ironicly full of hope yet, like, consumerism and stuff.

anyway heres a poem i wrote for school holidays. it only took me like an hour but im pretty proud of it. i dont know.


THE FOUR WALLS OF MY BOREDOM
wall one is fatige
so tired yet all i do is sleep
the dreams come, all gray
like the ashes in my heart.

wall two is containment
i am a prisoner here
unable to go out and be free
the entrapment of youth.

wall three is sosiety
one that has no freedom
no creative acceptance
no room for anyone different.

wall four is the everyday
because its like this
everyday.

oh man, today we had a sausage sizzle fundraiser at school for amnisty international and kids in africa.

i lined up to see if they had coldslaw because im vegatarian but they only had saussages. i asked the chick (some year seven) and she said they only had meat and i said well thats not fair and she said well cant you just buy it and throw it out because then we can get more money for the kids and im like DONT THROW OUT FOOD, THE THING IS FOR STARVING CHILDEREN IN AFRICA, and i couldnt help it i just started crying. it was just, like, too ironic, too real.

and the year 7 went to get the president of amnisty whos this really popular year 12 chick and she said 'why are crying? just donate sme money then, i don't understand' and i said I WOULDN'T EXPECT YOU TO UNDERSTAND, and threw a two dollar coin into the bucket and walked off.

but then i remembered that i needed that $2 for lunch and when i got back to where harley and alyson were haivng lunch i couldn't even scab off them because they had both finished lunch and didnt have any money.

so then i was so hungary for period 6 and 7 after lunch, which was english then history. thru english i kept getting hungar pangs but then during history it was unbearable. so i went to the sick bay and lied down for the last part of the day, then i went home and ate almost the whole block of cheese. my stepdad will be pissed but i dont care.