i took the day off today because i said i was sick. but i just couldnt handel it today, you know? like a mental health break.

so i went to harleys coz he said he was sick too. hes just going to check if his parents have any open bottles in there bar so we can bottleskim. it's a really good way of getting drunk: like what you do, is fill a mt franklin bottle with little bits of every opened bottle. it makes a pretty powerful concosion.

so we're gonna get drunk and watch his dads old video of bargarse and LAUGH OUR ASSES OFF. then maybe go to pizza hut for all you can eat. but ive gotta be home at three to play it safe because my stepdad comes home at around 3.30 4, coz he goes to work at like, 5.

they have some vegetarian stuff at pizza hut so its ok. and lots of deserts. but if they dont have vegetarian pizza availible at the all you can eat bit then you can ask for it and they HAVE to supply it coz otherwise its descrimination and you can get a free meal voucher! it happened to alyson's cousin whos in year 12 and trying to get into law, shes really really intellegent.

anyway i gotta go coz harleys back and he has about three quaters of a water bottle full of this dark red kinda mix. it looks pretty cool. its gonna be a fun day i guess.

well im back at school again. everythings the same except alyson got her hair cut and its kind of short but she got paroxcide on one side and black on the other and it looked awesome but then the principal saw and the year 9 cordinater had a talk with her and now she needs to dye it back.

but the joke's on her, because alyson's mum already said she could only have it for like one day of school and then she'd have to dye it back to regular colour anyway, that was the deal when she did it, so HAH.

this is just another case of repression, but it doesn't matter coz this term is the last one and then theres a bog holiday, and everyday brings us closer to the end of school and repression and rules. i cant wait for uni.

break the mold

everyone the same, so you try to change
change brings demands for you to be the same
the same brings boredom
depression
the machine of school tries to churn out clones
one by
one by
one by
one.
and any spark of creativity
any spark of difference
individuality
is squashed under the heel
of the foreman
of the factory
of highschool.
It'll be all over one day
and we can finally break the mold.

i gave this poem to alyson and she said she liked it, because its excactly the type of thing shes feeling