I went to the Zoo.
It was more exciting than it should have been, because I am a child.
I took some pictures, because of all the pretty colours.
The Poofbirds were noisy, and kept fighting. Everytime they saw my camera though, they stopped. I guess they didn't want evidence that could and would be used against them in a Court of Law.
The Lion seemed contemplative as he looked out of his enclosure. This image of wiseness however, was shattered when he wandered over and squirted on the glass. I feel like that was something I never need to see again.
The Tortoise was giving me those 'Oh come now, I pose for so many photos, it's fairly dull now' eyes. He made me giggle.
The Iguanas were shifty. They sat in a line watching people go past. I don't trust them.
The Chameleon was being squirted with a water bottle to give him a shower. He seemed to really like it.
The Starfish was lazy. I think that's why I loved it. I felt a bond with it.
The Fish got to swim around Pink anemones. I was jealous. I want to swim with Pink anemones.
The Crickets all seemed to be having an orgy. All except this little guy, chowing down on some corn. You go little cricket, I salute your ethos.
The Penguins found something shiny on the ground. They were noisy too.
The Seal was trying to look sophisticated, but his hair told me he was punk inside. He kept sticking his tongue out, and shaking himself and getting everyone wet.
The Gopher was chowing down on Celery. Blech, Celery.
The Monkey was playing peekaboo. He would run into his box and then poke his head out.
The Pygmy Hippo was HUGE!
We went home on the bus, the people were rude :(
Me and my new friends from the Zoo - Petrenella the Flamingo, Abraham the Penguin and Bolero the Panda.
Wednesday 12 March 2008
Saturday 8 March 2008
Dear Internet.
Shut up.
I'm sick of your constant moaning about how hard your life is.
I don't care if you've been through more than the average 15 year old.
I highly doubt you're 'not the average poster/listener'.
You are yourself around other people, despite your protests that no one knows the real you.
I have tried to avoid your moaning. And yet you somehow find a way to annoy me through a new medium.
It could be worse. You're just whiny.
Shut up.
I'm sick of your constant moaning about how hard your life is.
I don't care if you've been through more than the average 15 year old.
I highly doubt you're 'not the average poster/listener'.
You are yourself around other people, despite your protests that no one knows the real you.
I have tried to avoid your moaning. And yet you somehow find a way to annoy me through a new medium.
It could be worse. You're just whiny.
Shut up.
Saturday 1 March 2008
Oh, We'll drink and drink and drink and drink and drink and drink and fight.
Ok, as promised ages ago, but I'm a slacker.
I present to you all, Dublin.
As opposed to actually sleeping, we decided it would be far more entertaining to take pictures of ourselves Fake Sleeping.
I was obviously the best.
Tristan bought a creepy hat. I hate that hat. It makes him look creepy.. Or like a pedophile. Not words to be used lightly, but the hat is just not right.
There were a lot of buskers in Dublin. This man was a coin operated statue. He had a statue dog and played music! Under his hat hid a sunflower, and he had a bird on his finger, which he pecked you with when you gave him money! I gave him an awful lot of money.
The guy playing guitar was actually pretty good. The drunk man singing with him made the show though. If Dublin taught me anything, it's that it's completely appropriate to drink in public on cold mornings. It's funny how the kids seem oblivious to it.
This is James, we met him in the George. He came over and started talking to us, while Robbie squealed that he wasn't gay. Robbie is gay. Very gay. It's important to note here, that this is in fact, James posing, and trying to look like he's not posing. This was the only photo he let me take.
Robbie! My partner is feather boa's and diamonds crime. It's a long story.
Shirley Temple Bar of Irish Lottery fame. The drag queens mimed to songs, and this annoyed Tristan. I loved it though!
Dolly Grip, I want a furry coat, especially a pink one!
And the rhythm of life is a powerful thing!
[Insert generic 'which one's the drag queen' joke here]
From Left to Right - Veda, MEEEEEE, Shirley Temple Bar, Dolly Grip, Tristan, Victoria Secret.
I was a mess when I met them, I was all excited, like a 5 year old meeting Dora the Explorer.
I present to you all, Dublin.
As opposed to actually sleeping, we decided it would be far more entertaining to take pictures of ourselves Fake Sleeping.
I was obviously the best.
Tristan bought a creepy hat. I hate that hat. It makes him look creepy.. Or like a pedophile. Not words to be used lightly, but the hat is just not right.
There were a lot of buskers in Dublin. This man was a coin operated statue. He had a statue dog and played music! Under his hat hid a sunflower, and he had a bird on his finger, which he pecked you with when you gave him money! I gave him an awful lot of money.
The guy playing guitar was actually pretty good. The drunk man singing with him made the show though. If Dublin taught me anything, it's that it's completely appropriate to drink in public on cold mornings. It's funny how the kids seem oblivious to it.
This is James, we met him in the George. He came over and started talking to us, while Robbie squealed that he wasn't gay. Robbie is gay. Very gay. It's important to note here, that this is in fact, James posing, and trying to look like he's not posing. This was the only photo he let me take.
Robbie! My partner is feather boa's and diamonds crime. It's a long story.
Shirley Temple Bar of Irish Lottery fame. The drag queens mimed to songs, and this annoyed Tristan. I loved it though!
Dolly Grip, I want a furry coat, especially a pink one!
And the rhythm of life is a powerful thing!
[Insert generic 'which one's the drag queen' joke here]
From Left to Right - Veda, MEEEEEE, Shirley Temple Bar, Dolly Grip, Tristan, Victoria Secret.
I was a mess when I met them, I was all excited, like a 5 year old meeting Dora the Explorer.
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