Glue Sticks
Glue sticks are solid adhesives in twist or push-up tubes. The user can apply glue by holding the open tube, thus keeping their fingers clean. Because of their ease of use, glue sticks are a popular school and office supply.
Glue Sticks: Hard on the outside…soft and squishy on the inside.
Glue Sticks: No matter how many times you shout at it, hit it, bash it, kick it, abuse it, it will still have the same outer appearance. However attack it from the inside and it will shatter. It will be distroyed.
Glue Sticks: Although people don’t know it, they love being hugged, they just never ask for one. Once you hug them they will stick to you for a while, because they finally felt that somebody cared about them.
Glue Sticks: Like to be talked to, expecially when they are at home.
Glue Sticks: Are completely different people at home, they change, they are something they don’t want to be.
Glue Sticks: While out may sometimes fake the way they feel. If you are one of the few to notice this, cheer them up without mentioning anything. Then if you feel comfortable around your glue stick ask them what’s wrong.
Glue Sticks: Lots of fun on the whole..well at least it hopes so. Don’t tell it otherwise.
Glue Sticks: Are normally vague.
(wonder if anybody gets it)
Smiley Face
I would just like to inform those who were wondering, on my old site i used to have a creepy smiley face like half way down……he has now moved to the very bottom of the page…….say hi if you have the chance 
Im At School
Hey
I feel very special writting this while I’m at school during biology
Not much else to add to that…..however my class seems to think that coming to schol and having a social life is stressful :S oh dear…..
UPDATE!!
wow ok so its been awhile, sorry guys
lets see…..
im sure youve all read other blogs about fame so i wont say anything about that.
um lets see, whats been happening in my life since then??
yeah sorry i really do have nothing to say. and i dont want to bore you with my school life. so i will try and amuse you with a story.
“Goodnight”
“Sweet dreams”
He got into bed.
It was the middle of a very cold winter’s night. The wind was howling, there were no clouds in sight; the only thing that lit up the unknown path was the shinning moon and the glistening stars. She could feel the cold sand between her toes; she could feel his warm fingers in-between hers. They were walking together along the edge of the ocean. The tide was slowly coming in; soon she would be able to feel the gentle water rushing over her feet. However the first thing she felt was her boyfriend’s caring hand leaving hers. He had bent over to pick something up. It was a small, shiny, silver ring, with a tiny diamond perched on top. Her boyfriend was on one knee, he had reached out to grab her hand but the shock of the wave crashing behind her made her fall into his lap, knocking the ring out of his hand, to be washed away in the ocean’s current forever. She had only thought that he had picked it up off the ground, but he knew better. He had kept it in the little black box, safely tucked away in his pocket. He was waiting for the right moment to ask her, but now he thought it would never come back.
They kept walking along the beach, listening to water crashing against the pale sand, she had noticed he had changed, she knew something was wrong. She was too scared to ask. It was such a beautiful night, so peaceful and mystical.
They had completely forgotten about the tide coming in when a huge wave crashed on top of them both. Wet and cold they headed up towards the grass. They laid there in each others arms, trying to keep warm. He still hadn’t told her the real reason for their visit to the beach, but he didn’t care, he was just happy that she was in his arms.
They lay on the grass, close to each other with their hands caressing each other’s body. He leaned over and gently kissed her on the forehead, the cheek, the nose and then the mouth. The next hour was a memorable one but it went by fast and they fell asleep shortly after.
The sky was a pale blue with the sun reflecting on the clouds, making them a magnificent orange. The girl’s shorts were next to her and her boyfriends shirt was being used as a pillow by both of them.
The girl woke to find her boyfriend walking along the beach, it seemed like he was searching for something. The girl just watched him. He saw something glisten in the sunlight, he bent down and picked something up again, it looked exactly the same as the little ring he had found before, he looked so happy to find it. Before the girl could ask why he cared so much about finding the ring again he ran up to her, bent down on one knee and put the ring on her finger. A smile formed across her face, and tears started to pool in her eyes. The girl answered the unspoken question with…..
“Daddy, mummy says the breakfast is nearly ready” his memory was interrupted by his two kids jumping up and down on the bed.
He got out of bed and went into the kitchen to find his wife making egg and bacon. He kissed her on the forehead, the cheek, and the nose.
“I was dreaming about that night at the beach. I got woken up before your answer”
“Oh really? Would you like me to finish your memory?” she replied.
“Please”
“I wouldn’t want to be with anybody else”
They held hands and walked back along the beach, with the smell of egg and bacon in the air.
Alright since Saturday, and our tragic loss, not much has really happened. Well nothing all that interesting anyway. So i don’t expect you to read this…..infact i never expect it.
Ok let me think……Sunday…what did i do on Sunday….my bad i went to school and did numerous things that most of you already know about. For the people who don’t know…too bad. Nah just the normal stuff, pulled up masking tape, hung blacks(not me personally) dropped lights, cut up the set, broke the set to put it together again, hung Luke off the balcony…the usual.
Monday…back to school, pretty damn boring unless im forgetting something……but if i forgot it clearly not good enought to remember so oh well.
Tuesday….pretty bad day really, i had double science and we did a big fat nothing!! Then double biology, we did a prac but it wasnt all that cool :S…..Our lovely lecture…..on the loss of somebody and how you can possibly feel (just great when your dad is in heart surgery). Lunch i was called a lesbian with Zabrina…i never thought my little secret would ever be found out
Wednesday…..again i dont think i did much because i dont remember it. I know that i was tired, because Zabrina doesn’t let me forget the fact that i randomly shouted at the computer in IT “No i don’t want to chat with you”…i have no recolection of this happening.
Thursday….i have no idea what i did here BUMP IN….pretty much that is all i will say.
Friday/Today…..again you all know what happened really, nothing spectacular
I hope for the people who read this that it was up to your standards….i dont think it was to be honest so i will try and rant on abour something…..maybe i will add some lyrics i find amusing….hmmmm
Snape….nope nope
ummmm…
Banana Pho…nope nope
hmmmm….
Umberella ella ella ella *smashes radio*
How about??
I got it from my mama (anybody heard it yet??? makes me wanna throw up….back beat is cool but)
Hockey Song
We could not find the pitch
So we went for a run
We used to like football boys
But now they take steroids
We picked up our orange balls
And our hockey sticks
So we got on the court
To play on grassy ground
Our feet hurt from hockey Whaooo
Our feet hurt from hockey Whaooo
And don’t it feel CRAP (high pitched) Wooo
Hockey
And don’t it feel CRAP (high pitched) Wooo
Hockey
We sing with the tune of our hearts
We sing our chant ‘we rock’
The game we played was 4 nill
But we held our heads high (yeah that’s right)
Cause we love our team mates
And our captain Venessa
No matter what the score is
We have so much fun
Our feet hurt from hockey Whaooo
Our feet hurt from hockey Whaooo
And don’t it feel CRAP (high pitched) Wooo
Purple!
And don’t it feel CRAP (high pitched) Wooo
Purple!
Seven-Thirty-Seven
Well, I thought I’d just take a bit of time to talk about Monkey.
Monkey is a legend.
Everyone should aspire to be him.
Even me.
I know that noone is perfect, but Steve is.
Monkey is great.
Hot, sexy, cool, smart, great at everything….
Go Me!! Monkey.
School Days
Right. Here we go. Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls…My name is Laura. It’s my *pause* pleasure to be your hostess.
Before we start, please turn off all mobile phones. If I hear a phone - it goes straight in this bucket of water. *holds up bucket* You have been warned.
Sit back, relax.
Term 3
The pressure’s on
Assignments
Exams
Study
Ah, the joy of childhood. So carefree, so happy! Oscar Wilde - or someone - once said “Youth is wasted on the young” Tell me about it.
School days? I dunno. Um - I guess it’s sort of our last chance to be free - before we have to sink or swim. School days are safe, really. That sounds dumb, but it’s true. I don’t know what I’ll do without seeing all me friends every day.
School days? The three Rs: Routine, Routine, Routine. Boring!
School days are the best days of your life. I can see that now. I cried heaps at my Year 6 graduation. I’m going to cry heaps on our last day here. Though some things I won’t miss - especially the smelly toilets.
School days - torture. We’re like sardines in a tin. All lying the right way. All chopped and gutted and oiled; ready ro consume. School is like the cannning factory. Welcome to Cannery Row.
School days are what you have to get through between the weekends. I wear a mask. I don’t let it slip.
School days are ok. Except if I’ve had a big night - then i’ts hard to stay awake. And when some of the teachers have’nt had their first cup of coffee. That can be a pain. They can be hard ot handle before recess.
- I’d like her kinda of reality…..Rich dad, gorgeous body, to-die-for-hair.
- And the brain of a sheep. Spare me.
- I don’t suppose you could explain the laws of thermodynamics to me in the next 90 seconds?
- Relax. You know it. Rankin’s rammed it down our throats - all you have to do is regurgitate it. You’ve got a brain like a sponge.
- Yeah. Good old Miss Spongebrain, that’s me. I’m a Spongebrain
- But you’re so much more. You’re witty.
- Strike 2
- And you’re respected by everyone. Even the teachers. You’re a prefect.
- Strike 3, I’m out.
- That’s it slit your throat.
WHAT DO WE THINK OF MONKEY????
HE’S ALRIGHT!!!!!!
WE LOVE YOU SHOLTO, WE DO;
WE LOVE YOU SHOLTO, WE DO;
WE LOVE YOU SHOLTO, WE DO;
OH, SHOLTO, WE LOVE YOU!!!!
PAR-TAY - AIDs
Alright…pretty much the next thing that happened was my Teddy’s party. Rocked up at her place with Jane at about 7 (as told to do) the rest of the people came. All in all there was Myself (duh) Jane, Teddy (DUH), Millz, Millz’s Exchange (Cherry), Marie, Olivia, Arianna and Bec. 9 Kids, 1 Movie, Harry Potter 5 GOLDCLASS!! Hell Yeah! 2 Car Trips…as if we are going to walk there at 10 30 at night….hell no! along the way (we walked for about one minuite) a party bus drove passed…Jane, Olivia, Marie and Myself got tooted at…that’s right.
Not much happened after the movie….we went back to Teddy’s and watched some more movies..hell yeah did another all nighter…omg I was dying….I got home the next day and fell asleep at 11 30 woke up at 4…I felt like such a lazy poo! my dad said he would wake me up….but no..should have just turned my alarm on.
Sorry about the whole name thing and that you have probably never heard of any of these people but it is just so much easier than saying my friend and my other friend and the this friend did that…too confusing.
Then on monday went to see Harry Potter again :s oh well..with Eleanor and Lucie and Ryan. After the movie Ryan needed to get his haircut so we ditched him at the local shopping center and stared our lovely walk home. We had been walking for about 5 minuits when Eleanor saw an empty waterbottle on the ground “Oh free water bottle” she says….i follow that with “Oh free AIDs” Did I get some weird looks then :S (probs not that funny but too bad!! you chose to read it!)
