i could be allergic to dogs, or something normal like nut products, eggs dairy homework etc. instead i discover i am allergic to nitrates. what foods contain nitrates? well look in your fridge good sir and madame! i am likely allergic to everything in it… including chocolate. after extensive googling (as google knows everything) i have compiled a list of foods i will be allowed to eat. 1. wholegrains 2. fruit 3. fresh meat 4. ICECREAM thankgoodness what i can’t eat 1. everything else 2. water…. it was recommended i went a year nitrate free before re-assesing the situation… i see a slight flaw in this

from everything i have seen, heard and known in the 16 long years i have lived i can deduce but one sound peice of knowledge

where did colour come from? who decided that these shades of reality we saw each had a name? i wonder if i only see the colours because i am supposed to, because i’ve been raised with the idea of rainbows. Maybe life is just black and white but one day some crazy person decided to name each shade and shadow, calling them ‘colours’. through this crazy persons eyes i live in a colourful world that is just a trick of the light and the musings of the delusional…. what a wonderful world it is indeed

i do feel thoroughly more enlightened than i did several minutes ago, but Oscar was no help and simply babbled on through several very interesting though irrelevant topics. let me try my hand at the idea of identity, i shall discuss it and leave my glorious poem for another day. for it is one of the greatest shames to write a dull poem with a simply brilliant idea, it leaves the reader with a feeling of, how shall i put it? wishing to throw themselves off a bridge. so identity first to understand it we must define it i·den·ti·ty   /aɪˈdɛntɪti, ɪˈdɛn-/ the condition of being oneself or itself, and not another Now i don’t know if you have yourself ever read a self help book, i being a teenager of sound mind and wishing to be a know it all when it comes to everything have read several. Let me tell you a secret, the self help books know nothing; chapters upon chapters are devoted to loosely relevant topics such as ‘are you struggling with your identity?’ or ‘identity crisis: what is it and do i have one’. pointless garbage that ramble on and on about this word ‘IDENTITY’ which they cannot even soundly define. lean closer, do you want to know another secret? lean in a little more, this may shock you but be patient until i reach my end. human behaviour is learnt through…REPETITION. as children we observe and mimick desirable behaviours and actions; so tell me, how original are you? you see a hairstyle you like in a magazine and three days later you to have it, you see a famous personality and decided ‘that looks alright, let’s try it on’. face it, who needs fame to be famous? now we are stuck in a chain reaction, people were their personalities with a possesive quality that demands copyright, but there is little can do as they watch their twin born, look into the eyes of a person you admire, can you see the pieces of identity you stole. you soon won’t need a mirror to see your own reflection. so now we wander around, designer personalities to match our designer handbags; the key from going insane is to mix it up! sunday - saint, monday - socialite, tuesday - mysterious, wednesday - malicious, thursday - anonymous, friday - alcoholic. saturday you can play hide and seek, look for those parts of you truly original, if they do even exist. identity after identity, stolen misused and abused. do you realise we are living the biggest criminal law case in history? so with those lovely thoughts i shall leave you (and by you i mean me because i am really the only person who reads this) ta da

i feel particularly poetic today… so to write a poem! for that is the only thing to do when one is struck down with a mood such as this

but first to choose a topic. what is inspiring me this day? not alot i must tell you, for the bleak prison walls of this private study room provide little scope for even the most imaginative of imaginations… maybe i should instead write a short story? but alas i feel my poetic musings may not be enough to fill even a short story. maybe i should simply discuss a topic. again, i am stuck when it comes to what topic is inspiring me…

hark! for i have just had an idea! i shall consult my beloved oscar wilde and get back to you as soon as we have had tea

how often is it that a student will actually do work on a free dress day? if your anything like me rarely. we have been classically conditioned (reference to all your psych students out there. basically means we learned to associate two otherwise unnassociated stimuli/events) to associate freedress with activities OUTSIDE of school, to me freedress means freedom to use my brain power as i please. so on such a day as this, i really should wear my school uniform but oh how much better my arse feels wrapped in the soft fabric of my jeans as opposed to the unflattering thick winter skirt. from my day of laziness i collected some brilliant quotes from the very brilliant skins here is one of the best ‘on the intranet you can do something called “google”. i don’t know what it is but it sounds filthy!’ - maxxi oliver

our school has an odd obsession with painting things. they do it every few weeks to the point of ridiculousness.

recently, having run out of lines to paint, they decided to paint a bright yellow line on the curb of the footpath that runs right next to the ‘drop-off zone’ in the carpark. they even posted teachers there to make sure that students would not step a toe over the line.

before they painted that stupid yellow line, no one did. no one had any desire to. but now that it is verboden it is all i want to do. i deliberately walk along the wrong side of the yellow line.

so fuck the yellow line

don’t give us rules that we are all ready abiding, its a direct challenge and i do accept.