Monday, 26 March 2012


I Feel Like I'm Going To Die

Panic attacks and fights like a viral infection
Red-lighting  my mind's  neural intersection
Can you hear that high-pitched vocal inflection?
It's just me internally, screaming for a re-election :

Because clearly the authority within in my mind right now
Is an entity with as much sense as the common cow
Even after every noble self made promise and vow
My actions remain free-willed and refusing to bow

To what I'm well aware is for the good and best
It's like being in Iraq and Ebay-ing your bullet-proof vest
Just for a lol and to experience the zest
Of being examined upon life, and failing the test

While we're on this topic, guess what's tomorrow?
My modern history assessment! What joy! (read:sorrow)
All the study I've been doing my mind will now borrow
LOL JOKES in procrastination I've been far too thorough

Because what have I been doing while letting my education lag?
I've been scrolling down pages of useless 9gag.

I'm not even joking guys, I haven't been this doom-ridden since the last Harry Potter novel came out and I realised I would have to change the reason behind my life. I know I'm going to fail. You know how I know that? Becasue I know that I know that I know nothing.
And that may lead you to believe that I know something, ANYTHING.

But I really don't.

Aware of my own stupidity, I write ridiculous poetry and watch the minutes tick on past, all while berrating myself. It reminds me of what Einstein said, something like "Insanity is doing the same thing a thousand times over and expecting different results."
If we're going to go by that definition, you know, by one of the greatest minds of our time.....

Then I am the definition of insane.

okaybye and good luck to all you studiers. screw you all. xx

Sunday, 25 March 2012

"Mr. Potter : our new celebrity."

Hello again.

YES, I KNOW. I'M SHOCKED TOO. I updated again within two weeks! Goodness me, it's almost like I'm reliable. Almost. Not quite. ANWAYS :

I'm hoisting my eternal love for all things Harry Potter related upon you only because I am a lazy idiot who is too lazy to work and then wonders why I don't do well in assessments. Yes, assessments. You know, the ones in about 48 hours? Yeah, those. Have I studied I hear you question?

HA. Oh you guys.

I wrote this instead! A far more worthy use of time I would wager. Now if only I can find a way of relating this into modern history  - maybe Emmeline Pankhurst loved sorcery? - I'll be set.

Mr. Potter

Famed for his scar and quick flight on a broom,
Everyone stares when he enters the room.

He’s young and angsty, his past full of trouble,
His future guided by Dumbledore and Mcgonnigal.

His best friend’s Ron (who owns an evil rat),
His sidekick’s Hermione (the nerd with the cat).

But he’s also got friends like Hagrid and Dobby,
Who benevolently supress his rule breaking hobby

He’s battled huge snakes with venom dripping fangs,
Gone one-on-one with Deatheater gangs.

He has a history of sucsessful giant maze navaigation,
Always scrapes  through every desperate situation.

He’s had friends become enemies and visa verca,
And if you really piss him off he’s sure to curse ya.

He’s quite short, I know but have you seen those eyes?
Green emeralds sparkle among the rest of those guys

His wand handling technique is experienced and bold
I’m told by Cho (slut) it’s quite something to behold

Don’t worry though – I’m well aware of all his many flaws
But frankly they seceed to the charms in his drawers

But it’s more than just that, I feel obliged to stress
We dream of having kids – but first comes  the white dress

I’m Ginny by the way, and his name is Harry
And one day, i know, he’s the boy im gonna marry.

Friday, 23 March 2012


So it occurred to me today that it seems rather ironic that I dared to call this (blog?) Word Collector. while failing to provide it with words to....collect. After much consideration of this shameful double standard (The Gillard Government should hire me.) I collated my thoughts and established the following options.

1. Change the name of the blog to something that in no way implied me to write on it.
    ....Then I realised that even I, the master of illogical logic, couldn't justify writing a blog that didn't need me to    
    write on it. Scrap Option One.

2. Write on the blog.
    ....I saw potential. I was going to go with this but then my mind conjured up  -

3. Get the leprechauns to write for me.
    ....why didn't I think of that earlier?

So I've had a chat to them and they'll be ready to work from next week onwards for the meagre price of one pot of gold and potato famine insurance. I almost feel like I'm taking advantage of the poor things.

ANYWAY! Now that I'm here, I'll try not to codify my hallucinogenic rants. If I'm going to bother to write anything I should really try and make it comprehendable. Or not. I have a feeling that if anyone reads this, it's not going to be for my serious take on contemporary politcal issues. So we may all have to embrace my love for the ridiculous. On that note, here, have a picture :

Sigh. I don't even like Dan-Rad, but he IS Harry Potter.
And I'm not gonna lie. This picture is smokin'.

...You're right. I'll just stick to writing. I'll leave the jokes for the unfortunate people who made friends with me.

Tonight I went on a bit of a tumblr rampage. I'm having a bit of a thing for James Dean - esque guys atm, so anyone who has a bike just went up about 50 points in my eyes. BOYS, GET YOUR LICENSE. Yes, I know, yet another double standard - I'm almost 17 and in all those years I still haven't rounded up the effort to sit my L's. However its not like i need them - i walk to the kitchen, not drive.

GAHHHH I HAVE THE SCARLET PIMPERNEL SOUNDTRACK STUCK IN MY HEAD. It's one loud, strange cacophony of cross-dressing men and wenches singing about the French Revolution and falcons in dives, while in the background, "I hear he cracks the longest whip." This is surely the first step towards insanity. Maybe that was a while back though, like when I employed the leprechauns. Yep, that was definitely it.

I'm going to leave you now with two treats, one definitely more merry than the other.

Firstly, this, because I enjoy it and it's uplifting :

And secondly this, because I felt like writing properly for the first time in about a month ( rusty and depressed, but hey it's a start) :

Emotional Baggage ( literally interpreted for your convenience. Idiot) 

Bloated brown leather with a handle on top
Four corners make a mindful suitcase
Flung open, filled in, falling with a flop
It ques with the line of things I can’t face.

The handle is worn, grip marks show clear
So. So heavy without the heave of will
The burden behind growing with every year
How long till it snaps? Till the contents spill?

Yet the metal clasps remain firm to latch
A saviour of the whole damned mess
Always holding tight what my mind can’t catch
My packing lies safe ; my mouth won’t guess

But just as I’m packed and ready to go
Comes a moment of passive fustration
I throw it all down, rip it open and lo –
See my meaningless ministrations

What’s the worth of my plans and my schemeing
If it thieves the place of hopeful dreaming?


Thursday, 1 March 2012

Bloody Blood

Hey kids!

So today I went to the Red Cross Youth Ambassador training day, and now I am back to yet again thrust social activism in all of your unwilling faces!

I'm actually surprised anyone reads this, I mean, I'm annoying MYSELF at this rate haha....

ANYWAY GUYS! Here's the quick and easy link that will take you directly to becoming a better person, enjoy :

Also, here's something weird. Today I made up with someone I've inadvertently been having somewhat of a feud with. And you know why this person randomly decided to hate me and cause me much angst and concern over what I possibly could have done?


When we first met. Apparently I'm intimidating.


I thought with my ridiculous face-pulling, outrageously hipster clothes and ability to turn any sentence into a song - my best work today was "Oh look! Some blood! I hope it doesn't flood!" - meant that people were more likely to be either bemused or annoyed by me. But nay. Apparently all this enthusiasm is terrifying.

I wonder if that person is afraid of small, very cute puppies as well.

But anyway, it's good to have ended that feud. I don't really hold a grudge easily so it was sort of awkward. It was like Germany back in the day (the Hitler day) randomly trying to start a fight with Switzerland, like :


"Ehhhh, not really. We tink we are alright. You know. Nutthink too speshale. Maybe a 7/10 on a good day, when the alps are being ze good little mountains and ze chocolate is nice I suppose. And how are you, Germany? Got those anger issues under control yet?"


I swear that's what it felt like at the time. ANYWAY! Germany has now made peace and Switzerland is cool with that. As always :)

ANYWAY! This was simply a way for me to divert my time into a pursuit that wasn't homework. Mission achieved. I have successfully wasted time and fucked myself over for tomorrow.

SWEET. hehe okaybye