The Fucking Weather

It's www.thefuckingweather.com, the internet's number one site for weather and foul language! What more do you really need?
It's a really good site. You can put in any city and it'll tell you what the temperature is. You can change it to celcius, and get it to remember your city. So I've set it for Perth and it said to me,
18°?!

ITS FUCKING NICE
IT'S ABOUT FUCKING TIME

Sometimes, it says things like

• 15°?! ITS FUCKING ....ALRIGHT ... AND WET. Better than a sharp stick in the eye.
  
• 89°?! ITS FUCKING HOT. Better than winter.
  
• 20°?! ITS FUCKING NICE. Quit your bitching.
• 2°?! ITS FUCKING COLD. I'm freezing my balls off in here.
  
• 69°?! ITS FUCKING SEXY TIME. What comes after 69? Mouthwash.
• WRONG FUCKING ZIP CODE. Or server error, whichever.

So save it in your bookmarks, because henceforth I'll be using it as my main weather informant.

Happy Snaps from Bokke's Party

So last night we had a marvelous time at Daniel and Christine's 18th party... as usual, I was impressed by the high quality dancing and throw-downing that goes on at these parties. Everyone was dressed wonderfully, best dressed goes to Conrad because he wore a tie and McGee and Benramen come in at a close second with their incredibly sexual scarves.
Conrad also won best dancer, because he actually dances. Most calories burned is Jordan Edwards, with his ever-persistent hardcore/crabcore/throwdown/slamdancing. Never fails to impress.
So thanks to the Wigston's for a great night out and general funsies when we'd otherwise be home being lonely and eating chocolate. Without further ado, here are my photos.














And I'm (not) proud to introduce the Pedo's Apprentice... his name is Joseph Fritzel-Blay.
... D:


Here is the master and the apprentice. Together, no creature goes unharmed. Lock up your daughters, sons, wives, husbands, cats, dogs, chickens and any others who are at risk, aka everything that ever existed, ever.



And now, the special sealed section, called 'Pictures of Tom'.






...Darcie wins.
Henceforth, holidays and study. Have fun with that.

Photobombing.

To the point at which I'm not even in this photo anymore, and I'm only in the context.


Thanks Wong.
Henceforth, no pictures with you again. Ever.

Children.

So I went to my cousin's house for dinner tonight. Little five year old Christian, who is a little ray of sunshine, is growing up and talking a lot and he wears me out.

Our conversations go something like this.

Christian: Mr Boring Head.
Darcie: Who's he?
Christian: He's so boring, he just sleeps all the time. He's got a face and nose and ears and hair and feet and hands and legs and arms and eyes and a mouth.
Darcie: Has he got a tail?
Christian: Yes. And there's Mr Pencil Head.
Darcie: Pencil Head?
Christian: Yeah.
Darcie: What's he like?
Christian: He's like a dog but he's a pencil, he's a talking dog with a pencil head and a tail.
Darcie: You can't forget the tail.
Christian: And there's Mr Book Head.
Darcie: Does he have a tail?
Christian: No. Don't be silly. He's a Book Head.

But.... Mr Pencil has a tail.... why not Mr Book? ... I don't understand...

But I learned a lot of other important things tonight, like the only noise a kangaroo is allowed to make is 'Boing. Boing!! BOING!'
And the offspring of a Tigger and a Puppy is a Puppytigger. And when Christian is dressed in a pirate outfit, he's either Captain Jack Smarrow (yes, jack smarrow) or Coo Coo Cachoo Chicken Parrot Pirate Man.
And when you find old cassette tapes lying around the house, the best thing to do is pull out all the brown tape inside and make a huge mountain of 'seaweed'. Because cassette tapes are made of seaweed, don't ya know.

But then he got tired and wanted a cuddle. And I fell asleep. And then he woke me up by saying "RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWR DOLPHINFACE!"

I miss being five.
Henceforth, I really like my cousin. We found out tonight that Christian is gonna be a big brother soon and I'll have another little cousin to teach me all about the world, even though I thought it was the other way around.
^_^

Smile :)

This is just sweet. Makes you think a bit. Liked it, thought I'd share.

My friend Lachy sent it to me last year. He's in there, with his brother.

And think about what'd make your day, or someone else's.

Henceforth, I'm sleeping. Goodnight.

Second Phase

"Yes, behold my lord Ulrich, the rock, the hard place, like a wind from Guilderland he sweeps by blown far from his homeland in search of glory and honor, we walk in the garden of his turbulence!"
- Geoffrey Chaucer, A Knight's Tale

That's what they said about me when I passed my second phase learners. :)

I didn't tell you all that I was going for it again so as to make an embarrassment of myself once more, but I passed this time. Conor bought me lollies just in case I failed and the waterworks started again but I was successful. But still, WHAT A SWEETIE.

So that was my day. And the first blog in a long time.

Henceforth, I'm on my second phase, bitches. <3

Loldemort.

Yeah, it's real. It exists. On another blog site, but it's still effing hilarious.
The best Harry Potter blog I've found so far, called Loldemort. It's a collection of little Harry Potter snippits, and some of them have had little quotes added which make them even more hilarious.
For example...







And there's more I plan to email around when I get the chance.
Henceforth, I'll be spamming your school inboxes like a HP-fangirl-spammer-bitch. (Not too far from the truth then.)
Oh, and here's the link to Loldemort.