Getting Mashed

So I haven't even been to school this term and I already hate everyone.
The half-braned media woman expects that a resubmission by Friday is possible, not using class time, not doing anything at home.
Fuck off.
Also, this one project that I would be accurate in describing as hackneyed and simplistic has been hailed as "the best mockumentary ever".
I want a steak.
You know, I don't normally like pictures of pretty girls looking pretty. Because that's just annoying. But I quite like this one.


I'd definitely like to be one of these people. Even though I would have to hate myself a little bit. One day. Then I'll be like Ha. And it will be much like when I become officially cool. And I will laugh at all those kids in the school that have parties and invite a hundred people but not me. But I wouldn't make it into a film because it would be a cliché.
But I could make it into a backstory.
To go along with my one about the cows in Denmark.
"Lying in the sand I saw you there, you looked like a stick of gelignite and I wanted to disarm this feeling but I didn't know which wire to cut, the red, the green, the red, the green or the red, the red, the green, the green or the red. I heard about a kind of surgery that could deal with people like you and me and neutralise the kinds of feelings that happen on summer beaches like love and sex, and sex and love, like love and sex and sex and love to lie on my nautical towel with you."
I've probably written that before but that doesn't matter.
Hey, guess what, we're actually going to see a house on Thursday at 2:30. Exciting, eh.
I want one of those wooden things.
"Once the fizzy goes flat you're a second rate sap."
I have never been torn between "what my heart wants and needs."
Except maybe in terms of cholesterol. But that mostly just wins.
Why do they always show Lady Gaga getting with the guys if that's not all she's into?
I'd like a guy with an eyepatch.
The Daily Show is about The Moon to-night, so I'm quite interested.
Oh now it isn't.
"Come on all you robots."
That reminds me of "O Come All Ye Faithful."
Nice always makes me think covered in flowers.
And potpourri.
Pol Pot.