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Birthday's Get More Distressing Every Year.I am now officially 13.
And...It's ghey.
The presents are good and so is the cake.
But I HATE not being 12.
12 seems so cute and little. It's like an excuse for anything.
And when you achieve something or say somthing smart...It alot more impressive when your 12.
Yeah...Being 13 isn't looking all too dandy.
Oh well, it's better then being 14...That's gonna really suck.
I had a litte party, the other day, quite fun.
Of course everyone was wearing bras on the outside fo their clothing, as one does at a good party.
I think I did the time warp one too many times again. My pelvis feels like it was just in a Shakira video clip.
I really want to go to the city.
I also really want to go to a show.
It's been too long.
Anyhoe, I got -
-blue lava/glitter lamp.
-$1000...Indonesian.
-PEZ!
-Chocolates.
-Lollies.
-A mug.
-A Hello Kitty candy necklace.
-Bass guitar.
-Much money and clothes.
-Shoes.
-New mobile phone.
-Bass portable practice amp.
-My piano/keyboard finally got repaired.
-The Dead Kennedy's Bed Time For Democracy album on vinyl.
-Jewelery.
-Sparkle pens.
-Flowers.
-Rolling stones alarm clock.
-Chicken and egg tape measure.
-Wind up toy butterfly.
-And probably more that I cannot recall.
<3 Kimmeh.
PS-Thanks to the people who care. You actually matter.
Kingston Cookies Are By Far The Best Cookies.And now, for your amusement... skateboarding says: see my dick on cam Kimi y0' Hella Nervous. says: Nah, I'll be right. skateboarding says: wanna see my dick? Kimi y0' Hella Nervous. says: No. I really don't. skateboarding says: u sure Kimi y0' Hella Nervous. says: I said no, you pathetic fuckwit. BLOCKED Its people like this that need to have their genitals attacked by a hair straightener. . <3 Kim. Rawr. You Are A Dinowhore.All little children want to kill animals. Seriously. You should watch them with those pinata things. ![]() "Look! A brightly coloured, llama-ish thing...Lets smash the c r a p out of it!" This entry contains language that is prohibited without the myspace emo typing trend of spaces in between letters. Before we know it, kiddies will be smashing real llama-ish things instead of pinatas. So, in order to save all the animals there is only one thing to do... Kill all the children. <3 Kim. P S : F u c k y o u . S a y i n g f u c k i s s o h a r d c o r e . L e t ' s a l l s w e a r t o b e c o o l . P S S : E m o s p w n y o u r f a c e . F u c k f a c e . Stop Stealing My Socks.The holidays are overrated. I'm constantly bored. And I cannot drive nor can I take a bus. Because i will get raped on a bus. Yes, raped. Right there, on the bus, in the aisle, in front of everybody. I will get raped by a 700 year old, satan worshiping, overweight man called Billy...
Better known as 'Old Fat Evil Rapes Young Girls on Buses Man'. Have you heard of him? No, because he's not real and people dont get raped on buses and I should be allowed to take public transport, goddamn! And I will die if I hear one more person say "OMG! lyke its da hols!!11!1!! fun in da sun lol and HAWT BOYZZ!!! :) ;) OmGoMgOmGoMgOmGoMgOmGoMgOmGoMg!!!!!!11!!11174371!! we can lyke totalllyz drink goon and get sooo druncz! and lykez go to da beeeech! lol and then lyke stay up alllllllll night! and lyke totallyz do wateva we wanna cuz lyke itz da holz!" ... ... No. Just...No. First of all, goon tastes terrible, if you're going to drink at least drink something that doesn't taste like moose piss. And it is much too cold to go to the beach. Summery : You should not be drinking goon with boys in swimwear at the beach this holidays. Mmkay? stfu n00b! This blog was terrible, I know. It's the holidays, I'm bored, I'm tired, I'm hungry, I need sugar and I have no more money. Damn you, damn you all and your 'fun in da sun lol'. ITS NOT SUMMER, MORON. <3 Kim. I Am Arachnoleptic.Thats right, arachnoleptic. It was yesterday when I found out that I was arachnoleptic, and then today when I found out what arachnoleptic meant. It seems I am very prone to arachnoleptic fits. For those of you who are wondering what the hell arachnoleptic fits are, here is the definition- Arachnoleptic Fit-The frantic dance performed after one walks into a spider web. It turns out alot of people are living with this illness and they dont even know it. It is a very serious illness but help can be provided. Go and visit your docter as soon as possible to get yourself checked for arachnoleptia. A treatment to make the illness easier to live with can and will be provided for a small price of only $2800. Sponsered by Arachnoleptic Cure-The only cure for arachnoleptia.
Changing subject... Neighbours! The 'hit' TV show, Neighbours probably has the worst acting I have ever seen (next to Xanadu). And the storyline is so utterly moronic that when I see the advertisments I want to burn my television at the stake. A monkey could write a better storyline, actually, a monkey would be too intelligent. I shall write a little summery of an episode that will probably exist at some point in time- Episode-90004578234- Stacie likes Mark but Mark likes Janet who is Stacie BFF! When Stacie finds out she is devestated and becomes a man-hating femi-nazi. She then complains to her mother who has an argument with her and the whole family breaks up. Stacie leaves town and is replaced by two new 16 year old preps who go around town and cause trouble. A senile old man reports then to the city council and the girls are made to do community service for a week. When cleaning the floor one of them slips and hits her head and wont wake up. WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT?! Whoops! I just revealed the September-Special-Sponsered-By-McDonalds-Things-That-Make-You-Go-Mmmm-Episode!
I have added new photos to my photo wall! I have a wall in my room, which is slowly being covered in more and more photos. The photos are odd and interesting images of my friends and I. Some of the photos are of... An and I at the playground. Sam wrapped up in toilet paper like a mummy. Dopes holding two basketballs next to each other in her chest area. Holly and I with our legs entangled. Lucie pretending to give birth to Jesus. Holly lifting up her skirt and pointing to sign on the wall that says 'Fuck Me'. Katie with her leg on Kat's shoulder. An mounting a giant Pooh Bear. A whole bunch of us standing around looking all like "WTF?!". Fiona eating sheeps brains on a kebab. And quite afew other photos that would raise an eyebrow or two.
Well, thats all for now. <3 Kim.
Watermelon Flavoured Xylaphones.Dr seus is a genius. And I am not. Here is the proof... I shall write a poem 'Dr Seus Style!' Cows Go Moo By Kim. L. I live in a shoe. That has a great veiw. Of a delicious beef stew. Belonging to a kangaroo. Who likes to listen to. Songs by those nazi's in Prussian Blue. He eats shampoo. And he's quite taboo. But with an apple from Peru. And some eproxy glue. He'll give in to you. And read your analytical reveiw. You would know this too. If you had my veiw. Of the great beef stew. And the kangaroo. From the window in the loo. In my house that is a shoe. DO YOU SEE? Yes, you do. You know how lame that is. And you know how terrible that is. But why is it that Dr Seus is not? Does he posses some supernatural power that us mortals have not yet discovered. Why is it that Dr seus can ramble on about some guy who eats eggs and ham with food colouring in them and make millions? There is only one possible answer...Dr Seus is a Magical Elf. <3 Kim Take Me Back To Constantinople.DOLLY MAGAZINE MUST DIE! I am an insane assasin...My mission is to kill Dolly Magazine. I have already sent hatemail to the editor of the Paris Hilton Wanna-be's Bible. Let her and everything she stands for DIE. DIE DIE DIE. Oh such a fun word that is, DIE. Alot better in caps then in lower case. Compare: die Or... DIE! Yeah...The caps is way...way better. It owns your face and pwns y0 n00bs!! And now it is me again, that wasn't me. That was...Bob, from Istanbul. Yes, Istanbul. I made a movie with KT (no, not killer tits, Katie-the person-LyKe No WaYz!!!!!11!!) about Ninja's. Oh, such fun. Its on my piczo site (under the heading 'Ninja Style!') - Click here if your name is carol, you only have one leg and you like to sniff glue. I'm in a random mood, slightly pissed off, extremly worried, excited and very thirsty. Really, really, really thirsty. Seriously, this is a thirst like no other...Not even 8 lipton ice tea's could cure me now, I'm much too far gone. I must be off now, Toodle Doo. <3 Kim. Sex In A Lunchbox.No! No! NO! I do not want to join Ringo. I do not want to 'share me pics!' on Ringo. I do not want to join Ringo. I do not want to 'keep in touch' on Ringo. I do not want to join Ringo. I do not want to join Ringo! If I receive one more e-mail that asks me to join Ringo I will destroy the world. This is no joke, I'll do it. I'll kill you all. One more, that’s all it takes and all life on earth will be blown into little pieces. And you know who'll be to blame? That’s right, RINGO. So go, tell all your little friends to spread the word. Tell them all that either Ringo has to die, or they will. But that’s enough of that... I now have found something fresh and new to rant about... 1) Ageism. Yes, ageism. It annoys me so very much. I dislike the fact that when people discover my age, they suddenly think that I wont be interesting or intelligent, or anything worth anything for that matter. Basically being under 14 gets you either a lollypop or a 'Stupid Little Kid' label to be slapped across your forehead. Luckily for me I look a fair bit older then I actually am. I could easily pass for a 14-15 year old. But I always seem to tell people my age. I really don’t see the point in telling someone I'm older then I am simply so that they will have a better opinion of me. Do you? I really hope not. 2) Boasting. When I say boasting, I don’t mean normal everyday "I’m fairly pretty. Right?" or "Don’t you love my drawing?" boasting. People can’t help being a little up themselves, it's only natural. What I can't stand is the people who are so self absorbed and think that they're so wonderful that all their dreams will come true easily. I've always wanted to sing or to act. But I realise how difficult those two careers are and I know that if I want to be successful I need to start now. I need to take singing classes and acting classes. I need to be in plays, musicals, a band, theme songs and go for every opportunity there is, no matter how lame. But, I'm also a lazy shit, so I'm not going to do that. But at least I've realised what realistically will and wont work when it comes to careers. I know I could do law or perhaps journalism and if worse comes to worse...I'll go to Tafe and do a business course. I'm not commanding, I'm not aiming this directly at one person. I'm simply expressing my opinion, I have that right. Please, listen to me, if you want to be famous, start now. Don't expect everything to happen as you planned. Because it seriously pisses me off. This needs to end. Get your head out of your arse, learn to take criticism and be realistic. I've seen this everywhere and please...Wake the fuck up. <3 Kim P.S- Don't comment me back saying I'm being pesimistic. I'm just being realistic. Absoloutly Nothing.I hate to say it but yes, I was expecting some terrible tragedy to happen yesterday. But no, nothing. That night I watched the news (LyKeZ oMgZ nOwAy?!?!?!), but no, nothing. What a fucking disappointment. Nothing. No-fucking-thing. (Golly! Am I swearing? How juvenile!) Nothing at all. 6/6/06 is dead and gone and what can we say about it? You guessed it...Nothing. That about all I've got to say, except of course... YOUR PARENTS HATE YOU. There, I'm done. <3 Kim Nothing Out Of The Ordinary...Guess what I did on friday?...No matter what you just said you were
wrong (unless of course you are in my grade at school), because I
disected a sheep brain. Thats right, a sheep brain. It was 'brain day'
and we were presented with the oppertunity to cut open a sheeps brain.
I could've said no, but then I wouldn't be able to proudly proclaim "Mummy, I cut up
a sheeps brain!" and watch my mother face cringe and twist in shock and disgust. So I did it. With a skewer and a plastic knife.
You'd think they'd give us tools worth more the 5 cents considering the
fees my parents pay that school each year but no. Plastic knives and
skewers. This old man who had some sort of fetish with brains (really a quite disturbing man) was
explaing which bit to cut, and how and what with...He was a brain
expert or something. I wasn't really listening because I dont plan on a
career involving cutting up or studying a brain. Thank god for that. My camera came in the post recently. I bought it off Ebay. I think I may have an Ebay addiction. Mind you, its a great camera and it only cost me $85. (Am I giving EBay free advertising?) Well, I used my brothers credit card so it hasn't cost me anything. Its incredibly small, which is convinient for me. (Yes, I think I am. I need to mention something bad, EBay doesn't deserve all this flattery) But unfortunatly it uses up battery like you wouldn't believe. I put in a new set of batteries last night. And they're completly dead now. Its not as though i was using it all day, i only took 20, or 25 pictures. So, it off to the BP to buy some batteries tomorrow. Actually, bunnings sell the cheap batteries. So I'll be stingy and buy those instead, no way in hell i'm spending my money on overpriced gas station batteries! Ugh, I'm going to be sick. Mothers Day was boring as usual. All mothers day consists of is: A) Having to get up early B)Having to buy presents C)Having to stay home all day with family D)Having to do many many chores E)Having to babysit sibling for free. And if you dislike the idea of doing any of the above and ask "Why?" You will be told "Its mothers day. You have to". Happy Mothers Day. <3 Kim |
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