steve irwin is dead. he should of died a more angry death, by like an angry lion or something. but still i feel sad and stuff, i admit i thought he was a prize goose, but also never even thought he would die for some reason. i kinda miss him now. poor bindi bob and terry. rip steve irwin
i have a english speach due in about 2 weeks and a tafe asses due next tues. i'll be one busy little bee, oh and lets not forget my ip, which i changed last week and tijs 19th and bens 18th.
yeh + kool skools and schoolies and HSC, yeh its one busy kinda year.
today my alter ego, Moustachio, came out. For the whole 3 minutes it was funny, was the best 3 minutes of my life. God bless black paint moustaches, and art rooms.
i dont think anyone has any idea how much i wanna get drunk right now. i wanna get drunk and go to an oval and kick balls around and yell and sing with all my friends. right now.