Computer is fixed: Life still sucks

I like to complain don't I? no wonder nobody likes me

I spent all my money on bobby pins and a trilby.

A trilby is a hat and it makes me look so very cool.

Brother is coming to Sydney on Sunday because the Foo Fighters are doing a free gig on Monday I'm happy because I get to see my beloved Deryn, I'm not happy because I have to attend school and miss out on foo fighters gig but I'll survive because I'm taking brother to restaurant and movie which will be fun.

But apart from that my life still sucks y'know

Prepare yourselves.

My computer is broken dangnabbit, and so I am internetless and cashless for the next couple of days while i await it's repair

Oh fuckbuckets.

So be prepared for the next few days a moblogging extravaganza!

(for those that don't know moblogging is entering my blog entries via mobile phone so that I can update 'kimberly-lives' from anywhere in the world with phone reception and also mobile phone credit allowing)

yeah so that is it apart from saying FUCK FUCK FUCK why does my life have to be the crappest life ever I can barely afford school fees let alone fucking computer repairs, FUCKING DELL computers leading me into the false sense of security that I could trust you with everything all my documents, my secrets, my life. Fuckety Fuck Fuck.

I think that helped

A funny thing happened at school today.

I got battered and bruised.



I hope you are feeling lots of pity for me

Well the good thing is that, the girl that did this to me didn't fare much better


BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!


that was supposed to be an evil laugh.

A reflex action

I slept in today and woke up ten minutes ago, Obviously too late for school, so now I am here in my underwear, coffee in my hand wondering what to do next.

It's moments like these that make me think my life is inceribly empty and pointless.

Ok it's not totally empty and there are a few miniscule points in my life that need to be maintained, but on the whole There is alot of emptiness in my life that needs to be filled or at least pushed to the back and have somethijng distracting stuck on the top.

I do this every few days when I ask myself, what the hell amd I doing what I am doing for?
And my brain can't for the life of it find an answer and that's something because I am queen of the excuses. (yes last year all the little excuses got together and democratically elected me as their queen)

It must because I am incredibly alone, coming home to an empty house is this incredibly odd feeling it's become this reflex action when I get home, I open the front door and then sigh.

I'm tired I really am and to add fuel to the fire I am reading 'Hell' by Dante, it's really nice to know that there are so many different routes to hell and right now I qualify for at least a dozen of them.

If somebody out there loves me they will fly me over to london so I can go see '1984 the opera' or if they don't love me that much they could just marry me and look after me forever.

I'm tired, I need sleep.

Kimberly and the Zoo

Today Kimberly went to the zoo,
She saw Lions, Elephants and even Giraffes.
She took lots of photos too!

Yes, I know I can't write for shit but today for a school excursion I went to Taronga Park Zoo,
took lots of photos and now am thinking about what to do for upcoming make-up assignments.

Some of My Assignment

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Originally uploaded by kimberly.lives.

I suppose you should see what I have been agonizing over for the last month.

I Hate Fucking Clowns

For the last month or so, I have been researching an assignment totally due on clowns and of course, it's due today at 9am and I have done 'Jack Shit' and I have to do make-up tommorrow half asleep because of my fucking ineptitude. But of course I had to waste time in which I could be doing my assignment on posting an entry about how I suck at doing assignments on time.

P.S. I hate fucking clowns