HappyGas.com.au

- easily accessable happy gas (will make the world a better place)

- 24hr music festivals

-underwear should be free, and optional.

So I spent all weekend on a crazy adrenaline/energy drink/alcohol rampage, and now I'm falling like the twin towers.

Demi and I hit Soundwave on Sunday and now we're both pretty drained. Hence the lacklustre blogging of late.

New idea for the perfect world domination plot:

-make all girls with hot bodies wear tie-up shirts so people can undo them from the back then pretend someone else did it...just for comic value.


Outie.

World Dumbination

So Josh, Demi and I have a few ideas for world domination. So this is now a world domination-based blog.

Okay, here are a few of our thoughts:

-inject Websters disease into puppies/kittens so they still get smart, but stay cute.

-return the world to the Batering system (economic crisis detterence)

-Wild Wild West rides distributed by postcode (like Movieworld)

-send mokey to Uranus on the Deep Space Explorer (just for lolz)

-abolish the word 'jew'...(it sounds wrong)

More coming!

World domination.

So Josh and I are all like "we have ideas for world domination" and I'm all like OMG, like, I'll make you co-author of my blog!

So, Claudia and Josh's ideas for world domination; COMING SOON.

Mhm.

I drove home through a torrential downpour today. Most people were going about 70km/h on the freeway, or had pulled over to the side...it was crazy!

I was hyperactive as a motherbitch this morning. Then for the rest of the day. That's what happens when i'm hyper
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"There're tables in the library for playing battleship!"
"They're divided so you can study with privacy"
"....oh"

There are heaps of sleazy trade-ies at the Caltex of a morning. Then again driving home. I got waved at by 3 different sleazy trade-ies driving down the freeway this arvo, after the downpour ceased anyway.

So I spent all day with Demi talking about the potential array of hash infused baked goods for her 18th. Haha. Hash brownies, hash cookies, hash cupcakes, hash muffins, hash donuts, hash cheesecake, hash scones and everything inbetween. Hahahaha. Not to mention hash fruit salad.

I love life! Especially cause in 'The Flintstones: Viva Rock Vegas" there is a chimp playing piano.


Awwwwwww yeah.

I have soooooooo many bruises right now! I bruise like a peach!

8/45

So yesterday was a relatively boring day, learned, then chilled. Brendon came over for dinner, but he's sick, I'm sick, so everyone was wearing their sleepy-pants.

He went home, i showered and crashed. Like a boat.

I'm lying on the lounge watching Blade Runner at the moment, it's really, really not holding my attention.

Work called this morning, i have to work 12-9 on Saturday (N)
But! SOUNDWAVE ON SUNDAY! WOOO! It's incredibly exciting.

Pris from Balde Runner looks like a man, even though she's supposed to be a "basic pleasure model"...eugh.

Anyway, i have an hour-long shower to indulge in, as well as the rest of Blade Runner and some other various bits and pieces...sounds fab, doesn't it.


Not.

I'm losing days.

More tattoos than brains, more coke than personality, and more weed than soul.

So I thought I'd jump on the bandwagon and create a blog.

I can't remember what I do with myself on what days, so this is an attempt to remember things.

If you happen to stumble upon this, you probably won't be entertained.

I'm not particularly deep, interesting or funny. I am however, very, very sarcastic. Which doesn't communicate particularly well over the interweb. There's your disclaimer.

I'm the one on the left making the stupid face...it was a dress up party, hence the bonnet. Sexy, I know.

I don't do much with my life, but I like it that way. I'm lazy, obnoxious, overwhelming, loud, self-centered, and basically a loser. But, albeit, a loser a few people would rather not life without. So I guess that's cool.

So I'm going to stop talking about myself and try and recall what I've been doing since.....let's go with Friday. Okay.

Friday day involved Demi (the one on the right in that photo) and I writing a Valentine's Day inspired love-letter to a 15-16 year old boy who looks like a 40 year old man, and has long golden locks that inspire the name 'Legolas'...I don't actually know his real name ^-^. So Demi and I wrote him a letter, telling him that his hair glistens like the skin on hot milk and his stride is likened to a cool ocean breeze. We also took the liberty of filling the envelope with hearts, so they went EVERYWHERE when he opened the letter and embarrassed the shit out of the kid. That probably makes us terrible people, but, you know how it is. If it's funny, it's worth it.

Friday night was quiet. I did absolutely nothing. At all...Actually I watched Taken with Flik (my stepsister) and Emma (the girl who lived with me). Then went to bed.

Saturday involved Valentine's Day with Brendon (the boyfriend). It consisted of me taking off my STUPID acrylic nails, then making him lunch. Presents were exchanged and it was all gross and mushy and stuff. Luckily no-one said 'I love you', because I may have thrown up. The night consisited of it PISSING down rain at an 18th. A dress-up 18th...But I got extremely messy, and it was brill. I am OBVIOUSLY totally sober in the photo on the left, and not licking Courtney's leg.
That night was good, got picked up and driven home with Brendon courtesy of his brother, then proceeded to have some nice drunk Valentine's Day sex. Lovely.

Sunday we woke up, Brendon HEAPS hungover. Pretty funny. I'm a terrible girlfriend. But he made me breakfast, then at about 4 we went to pick up my car. Then we parted ways and I proceeded to Jan's (my father) for dinner. Came back home, and slept like never before.

Today simply involved learning. I can't really remember what happened, but I remember walking in the gate with a smoke and 2 beer bottles. Good stuff Claudia. Got home around 6, got a phone call from Emma saying she's probably leaving, pretty happy. I missed my own space. Well, that was pretty much my life over the past -counts on fingers- 4 days.

COOL STORY HANSEL.