Faaaaacepaint

Face painting!
This topic DEFINITELY deserves a post on my blog! I love face painting!
It makes me so happy!!! Everything about it is bright and colourful!
Just wanted to chuck some pictures up:)
If anyone wants me to do theirs - just let me know :)

Oh yeah, I'm going to be taking photos of my twin cousins tonight... Im worried they might excitedly tear me to shreds with love...
tata,
wish me luck!

To colour, or not to colour? That is the question.

I sit here, thinking about the things that never make sense... As per usual.
I mean, why does black look good on everyone, but not yellow? Thats a little ridiculous, isn't it?
Blacks a colour that influences negative thought - when all anyones trying to do in this world is find their happiness... but they continue to wear black. Over and over. Its like, "Oh hey! what should I wear today? My black dress/top/skirt/shorts/pants/jacket/socks/underwear... nail polish... hair tyes... make up.... bracelets... earrings... watches.... bags... brief cases... Or even perhaps, all of the above at the same time. I'm sure someone could pull it off. Im sure many people pull it off, everyday : all day.

Its down right stupid. YES, everyone suits black. But theres how many other colours in the world to choose from??
Oh my Geoff, Like, black isn't even a colour. Its a tone. Oh yay! Lets all clothe ourselves in TONES!!!!! YAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY IM PRACTICALLY RADIATING BECAUSE IM SO ECSTATIC!!!!!

Oh come on. Even pretending to think surrounding yourself in black would be good is making me depressed. Its like, mums colour co-ordinating the entire house with red, black and white. Why? WHY, would she do that to herself?
ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous.

This reminds me of geography. Its like, my teacher talks about the green team who are all SAVE THE TREES!!!! and then she talks about the economic party who are like Mr Crabs - money money money!
Im a member of the green team in this problem, Im all for the colours. Im the one who wanders through the mall with fluro everything - If I had fluro underwear, believe me, I'd never want to take them off (but, I would. Seeing as that would be gross if I didn't). The black wearers... are my opposites. They're just.. yeah. They're rejecting the fun. I mean... if you have colours to brighten your day, why would you choose to ignore them?

I just wish that some people would try to put a little more colour into the world. Into their own lives... Its kinda like, if your surrounded by happy people, they wear off on you. If I were a colour, I'd like to be able to say I'm yellow. But I know I'm not.
But one can dream, right?

Alright, enough of my rant. Its silly that I've not written on this much, for such an incredibly long time. I guess I've been feeling pretty out of my self - I think that its just having to get back into the school routine, or some shizz. I don't know.
But I'm going to try and pull my head in and get back into the constant stream of posts I used to spit out each week... Back in the days where my imagination was willing to give me a hand every so often. I had to bribe it today, to give me a smidge of help in this post... I bribed it with custard.... and it's still a pretty sucky attempt.

I still haven't written about mums wedding, or anything that I should really have informed you kids about. But hey, good things come in time (HAHA! Is is incredibly immature that I laughed at that sentence?).

Finish this later.
Kbye.

Chain-saws and screaming.

When I was young, I was never able to wrap my head around the fact that humans have brains.
I knew that we have them, I knew that they were in our heads, and I knew what they looked like.
But when ever I contemplated thoughts .. It wasn't a brain I would imagine.

In my head, I would see a little man sitting at a desk with a chain saw. He would be sitting in an office - which was the shape of my head. And although I knew there was a brain in there, this was all I could see when I thought about thoughts.
I think that a part of me genuinely believed the contents of my head were a desk, a chain-saw and a human being. It was easier that way, you see. Because if there was something bad happening in my life, a thought or memory I didn't want to think about.. I would simply imagine him getting a few sheets of paper and shredding them to smithereens with his chain-saw.

This was a simple way to make me feel better. Problem solved!
I guess he must have had a little bin behind his desk also because once the paper was shredded, it would go away, and I would feel better.
Then I started to grow up.
The little chain-saw man would still pop up in my head occasionally, he would try his best to mutilate and destroy all of the paper. He really did, he would be sitting in my head shredding and shredding! But the paper work was building up and he was growing old, he wasn't equipped for all the hard work that he was being given.
Its a shame that I didn't know paper shredders existed back then, it would've made his job allot easier (although admittedly, much more boring).

I think that when I started to get some logic, the paper shredding man gave up his job and morphed into the filing cabinets that now exist in my brain. Or perhaps, maybe at this current time in my life. Perhaps there is just the pink squishy mass that we call a brain.

If the man still existed, he would be screaming at the top of his lungs for some peace and quiet to relax - even though he would be by himself.

Sorry kids

Hey, I know I've been slack blogger of the century... And Im sorry, really. I've intended to write. It's crossed my mind everyday for over a week now... My mums married.. and I'm back at school.... Muffins home.... All this stuffs happened. But. I really don't want to write about it, or anything. I'm having a posting break for a few weeks maybe - sorry.
Just wanted to upload some pictures,
Sorry kiddywinks