i'm too hyper for my own good.

Feeling: homework? eh. nah.
Current favourite beverage: PAVLOVA MERINGUE (wait, that's not a beverage? well... it is if you put it in a blender, so there!)

I don't like maths. I don't like it at all. And yes, in Australia, it's plural. Always. Maths, pfft.

On the other hand, my common vocabulary is at an all-time high and is continuing to grow. I now read mostly non-fiction, cause I kinda got bored after the 50th book in the young adult section about vampires/werewolves/wolfpeople/dragon riders/wizards/witches/I-woke-up-and-suddenly-have-superpowers etc.

WE DON'T HAVE ENOUGH YOUNG ADULT NON-FICTION.

I'm confined to the spaces of OLD ADULT non-fiction, which makes me popular with those uni students but clearly I am not one, which tends to make conversations really awkward regardless of how huge-ass my vocabulary is/can be.

I mean, I like reading about Obama and how to end world suck or how the war started. And yes, it's improving my vocab, but can someone make one for people my age-ish so when I talk to my normal friends (I mean, my own age range, the concept of them being "normal" is debatable) they'll know what I'm talking about because they'll actually be motivated to read that. Relatively. Motivated, I mean.

Orrr... maybe I could write one in my own words? That would be cool. But you gotta suck a lot first to get big in writing. Maybe this blog can be my sucking, and you can buy my book in 15 years time and see how far I've improved from the writing I'm doing riiight now. So cool.

Speaking of Obama (like, 100 words ago), he's coming to Sydney in June. My friend, Rend, she's campaigning her idea of using fat people to turn turbines to power the nation. It's the obesity crisis AND a renewable source of energy! Well, the last part is debatable...

She actually sent a letter to the Prime Minister and got a reply, although it kinda seemed like a template reply rather than a personally written one. And she wants to rule the world. So if you want a future, you better become a Facebook fan, or you're going to the pits.

So yea.

I'll see you later.

Actually, that's not right. I'm not seeing you at all!

So... you'll see my TEXT later. Yeah, that.