Fuck growing up.

Today is one of those days when I realise how much I adore and appreciate my family.

Thanks for being yourselves.

So much homework but all I want to do is keep painting.

I have never laughed harder in my life. Pay special attention to how funny the cats face is.

Cheesecake... What is it good for? Absolutely nothing.

For school we went on a fieldtrip for geography to Ellenbrook. We were supposed to take photos of the suburb but I decided the ducks were more appealing.

Juvie parties call for dancing to Lady Gaga, glows sticks, small derro boys trying to start fights and enough plastic girls to make a million Coca Cola bottles.

I'm down!

You've been Rick Rolled.

Daddy leaves for Houston in around a month. I will miss him so much. I am heading over there on the 3rd of July.

Chatroulette calls for good times.

Are you an ultra-sweet motherfucker? Do you wear your sunglasses at night? Are you Chuck Norris? Can you beat Guitar Hero on Expert? Is your favorite movie "The Boondock Saints"? Can you grill like none other? Are you "simply the shit" at everything? Are you cooler than the other side of the pillow? Do you cause hell 24/7? Are you in the military? Do you eat rocks and shit lightning? Do you drink whiskey and piss fire? Have you ever walked into a room and known right off the bat that you are the most bodacious personage there? Do you play a sport that draws more blood than the American Red Cross? Do you descend from vikings? Have you ever drank enough beer to pee your way out of an avalanche? Can you get hard just thinking about how awesome you are? Do you train with medieval weaponry on a regular basis? Do your amps go to 11?

If you answered "yes" to any of the above questions, then you just might be a badass.

I really like this.

Fairbridge Music Festival was on last weekend.

We met the musicians of Barons of Tang.

How good is Frank Sinatra's music?

On a completely different note, apparently I look like Alison Mosshart.

She knows me best.

I went shopping today and bought two denim jackets, a camera for $1, two pairs of shoes, a beret, a hat, a shirt, stockings, nailpolish, hair dye, film and I got my hair cut.

Check it.

The Streets are a new obsession.

There's a bloke in the book who made everything

He knows every individual and every trick in them

Way above emotion, never getting stressed

But when men choose against him, gets jealous

People fight for him in crippling wars

But since he has the power of infinite awe

We're merely itching on futilities floor

Should we really be needing to assist him at all?

If he loves us all, knowing all we think

Should he only like people with faith in him?

Given I can't control what I truly believe,

Can I be forgiven for only believing who I see?

I got my photos developed. This is the only one I really like.
I took it on the way home from my best friends house.

I love this. It's by Egon Schiele.

I bought a new camera.