The X Factor
Why is it Australia get's all the crap from America, If only I knew who was in charge of the whole progress so I could rapidly kick them in the groin.

X-Factor has to be one of the worst show's ever conceived by a studio mind. What's more disturbing is it's a blatant copy of the "Idol" series. I'm not sure why you would call that particular show "Idol", personally all my idol's wear capes and skin tight clothing. Then again, maybe I'm being somewhat harsh but unless Casey Donovan's "Wayward Angel" album is actually Spanish and means "Casey Donovan - Fat Slut" then I'm right on key.

Yes, I know it's supposed to be about the music but whenever your parading your fat arse around Casey, I have to watch. Therefore I suffer most of all. So, as a compromise, how about instead of seeing Casey whenever she appears in a video clip, they bring out a midget on a miniature horse? Is there anything cooler? thats right, there isn't.

But I'm going off in a tangent here, one thing thats bugging me, what is "The X-Factor"? I'm assuming its that natural flare that some people have but more logically, its the person that can blow Mark Holden the most times in 5 minutes.

Don't forget to vote on my poll on home page of this site.

The party
Party's, great fun.

Just gotten back from the party. Not such a good night for me but I've learnt some leason's, lost a few good hours or so and have come to the realization that hitting the bottle isn't just harmless fun.

The plan was perfect, a pimp and hoe party. Arriving well before the party was to start in my suit, a dark navy pinstripe suit with a white formal vest and shirt, big glasses and an even bigger smile on my face. People began to arrive before the sun had set and it soon became a interesting sight to see the girls try and out do each other in there slutty attire. The sluttiest outfit however was something one would wonder why it was even bought in the first place. The wearer, Ashley, had decided on a black dress with was more of a flesh fest than material. No matter how many times I walked out of the room my eye was instantly directed to her, having the same effect each time of a literal jaw drop.

As more people started to arrive, it seemed that it was time to get my drink on and sat down with Adam. Bacardi Superior being our weapon of choice. Adam and I started off evenly but he believed me to be the heavy drinker and boasted that I should have to shot one and a half each round. The increased burden scared me but I tensed my body up, reminded myself who I am and what I've done and poured the alcohol down my throat, the burning sensation following quickly after.

When a slammed the shot glass down and counted off shot number 13, I was yet to find any effects of alcohol. I stood up quickly, did a little spin and was fine. I began to socialize with people making small talk with everyone. Everything after this is a total blur. I remember sitting in a room with the lights out, vomiting. I have never vomited from alcohol before yet this seemed like a good time to start, my stomach agreed.

Whilst Jamie laid, in a pool of his own bodily fluids, he found himself thinking about someone he knew he shouldn't be. I don't really want to say that person's name, in my own little way it'd seem like I was admitting defeat. My reasons for drinking where to forget about this person and yet as my stomach emptied itself of what little food was there, I found myself thinking of them. How sad you are Jamie. Even though I hadn't eaten anything in days, which was my own little way of holding some power over myself as my mind wondered all to often, my stomach still found some food to expel upon my friends sisters floor.

As I slept, the party raged on. A wet t-shirt contest was held and this is only a testament to how drunk I was as my absence was noticed. The police arrive shortly after and broke up the party. There's something about a stereo that can set off car alarms, horny teenagers and alcohol that doesn't bode well with police.

I'm sure to write more about today but as I finish typing this, my head is beginning to droop and my eye lids grow heavy. So I end this story with a few notes
1) You cant forget about someone you love when you drink
2) Drinking makes things worse and only amplifies all emotions and dulls logic.
3) Raspberry Vodka is the devil.
4) Christian college girls arnt frigid but are rather total whores.

Happy Birthday Mason
Well, it's mason's birthday today.
I think I might quite possibly be more excited about the night than he is, hahaha. The basic idea is to drink, smoke and sex away my issues. ( Nice insight there Jamie, maybe you should be a psychologist? ) . So, my boy's turned 17, remember man, your only 17 once ( cant you say that about every year Jamie? ) so remember to have fun out there tonight which I'm sure you will.

Bitchin' party tonight, pimp's and hoe's theme. Is there a better combination? Goes so well together like bread and butter and Jamie and alcohol ( oh yer? you mean when bread and butter get together they cause trouble and act like a jackass in public? ).

When the booze flows like water, there's hot women everywhere and your friends are there, I find myself wondering if heaven will be as good as this ( what makes you think YOUR going to heaven Jamie? )

Lookin' forward to seeing everyone there tonight.

Valentines day... awwwww
To everyone,
Today, Valentines day , you are all in my prayers. I pray you all choke on your cheap champagne, I pray you cut your wrists on your roses, you comercialistic fucks. Today is a day of love but I'd rather spend it in a filthy mood full of deep hatred and hope that maroon 5 realize that there not impressing anyone with there catchy lyrics and die.

If your lucky enough to read this before you meet up with that special someone, think of me when he gives you that rose and spit in his face, then, tell me all about it. That'd really make me feel better, at least until I call you a cock tease and verbally abuse you.

On another note, when your sitting at that candle lit dinner, when he takes your hand and looks deeplying into your eyes and says something like " your special baby, like an Italian sunset" remember, the ONLY reason he's saying this is because your easy and he knows in about 45 minutes he's going to be fucking you. I'm sure it wont matter though, he would have taped it and everyone will see it in a few months anyway.

For the guys out there, when your sitting down at the nicest restaurant you could afford, worrying about her ordering the lobster. When she's sitting there, playing with her panties, its not because she's been a flirt, its because of the STD's she has and will soon call your genitals home. You'll soon notice that your best friend is constantly adjusting his underwear the next week, coincidence? HA! I think not. Don't worry about it, in about 3 - 4 months she'll be pregnant anyway and you'll have no clue that it isn't yours.

Morale of this story : I'm a bitter fuck.

Society

A quick read of this article and you'll see why I would be so shocked. As per the highlighted sentence 26% of 8th graders and 38% of 10th graders this brings me to only one conclusion. American teenagers are pussy's, 5 drinks? I've had more than 5 drinks for breakfast. Come on you sissy 8th graders, get your shit together, 26%? Thats abysmal! 38% of 10th graders?! is this a Christian college or what?! Come on America, get it together.

Oh, and does it look like the old guy with the sweater is checking out that kids package? It looks as though he's about to put the smack down on this kid until he submits.

American's are just quitters, especially the males. I've got the stats to prove it. One in ten guy's have actually "tired" to commit suicide? So, your a failure and you cant even kill yourself right? Nice work genius.

here's an idea.
How does this sound for an addition to the website?
I get a piece of raw meat.... say..... steak and place it within the dark confides of my closet, then daily I take a picture of it at the same time and upload it on the website. I could call it "what happens to the mind of your average American when they watch The simple Life" , its a got a nice ring to it doesn't it ? Or maybe "The effects that New Found Glory have on a teenage girls mind"? There both good titles.

Or how about this? I get a balloon and inflate it and place it on my window sill and take a picture each day, without fail. I could call the experiment " Your sex life after the age of 30" or how about a flip a coin and record the results? I could call that "The chances you'll get an erection at age 50"

Lets just wait and see what happends shall we?

Someone help me out here.....
I just don't get it,
How can you all just sit there, voluntarily and watch "The O.C"? don't you all just see the plot holes? The predictable "random" behavior? Don't you realize that its just a big heaping bowl of bullshit mixed with gay innuendo and lesbians? Seriously, that ( thankfully) short lived shows "Queer as folk" had less homosexual scenes! I would rather mash my genitals with a meat tenderizer than watch more than 1.25 seconds of this shows. There are so many better shows's out there to watch! Like transformers, power rangers or The weekender's, all of which are infinitely more entertaining, well written and have much better actors whilst never having to dive as low as to show a cock shot or some nipple to make the viewers pay attention, I dont recall in the whole series of transformers Optimus Prime and MegaTron making out or sucking each other off to boost the ratings.

A happy birthday
Hey this is just a quick shout out to Emma who turned 17 yesterday. 17, only another year and you'll be able to do all those things you already do BUT legally. haha. She's having a fairy princess picnic which to me sounds fucking awesome, I'd seriously don a pair of wings and blow the dust of my magic wand to prance around the city with 60 odd people. Bah! who am I kidding? I'd prancing around the city like a fairy without anyone else. OK, gotta stick to the subject and stop going off in tangents here. So, the most important thing here is to remember that Emma has reach the prestigious age of 17 and I hope that in 17 years time, we're still friends. Happy Birthday Emma. Love ya.

worst exit ever ( said in the voice of comic-book guy )
Haha,
I had the day off today so I just sort of sat around, reading this and that and doing some chemistry revision whilst listening to "Rage against the machine" , that seems to be a regular CD in my player as of recent days. The words " Classic music" come up frequently.

My aunt came over to visit which I found strange to begin with, it was my understanding that she didn't get along with either of my perants so I made sure to stay within ear-shot of conversations at all times.

They all began to argue and my aunt got up to leave, as she took her long strides towards the door, her "professional" suit and briefcase giving her the appearance of a successful woman, I could only laugh as I realized what would happen. The door was stuck and required quite a large amount of force to open. She began to turn the handle but couldn't let herself out, I found this hilarious and began to laugh. After 10 seconds or so I had to go and help her tho she had already made a total arse of herself by trying to have the last defiant words in an argument then getting stuck inside.

Worst Exit Ever

Remember Billy, there's no such thing as a stupid comment...... oh wait
Why do some people bother?
Sure, on the very title page of my website it clearly states

" I highly encourage you to place a comment on anything you feel strongly about. "

but if you do decide to comment on something and your being negative, can you at least have a REAL reason before you post it? For example, the last piece of ignorant trash someone posted had no point what so ever. To quote them

" if it wasn't for your constant rambling about crap that nobody but urself and a few occasional helpless people give a flying fuck about i would still give a fuck about the 57, now soon to be 60 times fuck has appeared on ur website"

Now this exact same line would read something like this if you take out the mid sentence comments.

"if it wasn't for your constant rambling about crap, i would still give a fuck about the 57, now soon to be 60 times fuck has appeared on ur website"

What the fuck is that supposed to mean?????

That's a runner up for the stupidest one liner I have ever had the displeasure of reading. That's a serious contender for the stupid drug smuggling chick in Bali.

The New Kid
I'm sitting here as I type this in a towel, its only 6:28am and I'm getting ready for my new school. It's my first day , this used to make me nervous as hell now it's an old story and I just dont care. At every school there's exactly the same people, they just look different. Smokers, popular people, nerds, sluts, frigid's , its the exact same social structure and it seems like they have the same lame comments and "witty" remarks as all the others. Getting realy bored of this now. Oh well, at the very least it's something new to write about that I'm sure will lead to some "new" experiences.

It's like watching "Road Trip" then watching "Euro Trip", its just the exact same thing, different location with the same characters with a different appearance, just something slightly different that make's you say "huh? well this is different" until you realise it's just a stupid gimic and its just like all the others.

Website Stats
Just out of interest, here's a few interesting fact's about my website.
Contains no less than 22453 words ( not including this article )
The word " fuck" appears more than 57 times
The word "arse" appears more than 19 times
The word " whore" appears more than 14 times
The word "slut" appears more than 12 times
The word "shit" appears more than 8 times

Thats pretty good I think, considering its me.

A quiet place to call my own
Its 3:15am as I write this,
Theres just to many thought's rushing thru my head, all of them conflicting and leading from one to the next by some small connection. Though I find it somewhat relaxing to sit here and typing out a piece of writing that will mean nothing to anyone that read's it but me. It's nice to be able to sit away typing up about the small things that annoy me or entrance me in on way or another, to be able to have them digitaly encoded instead of taking up valuable space in my thoughts. Having this website is kind of like having a smaller brain in which to place alot of my problems within, even if no-one reads them it's fine with me, as long as there here to stay unaffected by everything else. This webpage whilst totaly insignificant in the grand scheme of thing's means alot to me, if only me. It's like my own little sercurity blanket at the age of 17 that I can cower away to when reality is too much to bear, its a place where I can tell all without being judged, with the exception of comments, which, strangely are like my own thought's but thought's that conflict naturaly, they are other people's opinions but they feel as if they are my own, its just not the opinion I show or regard in anyway. Think what you will.

Mirror , Mirror on the wall......
When you were little, did you ever try and picture what you'd look like when you were older? I remember when I was about 8, trying to picture who I'd be. Needless to say its not what I look like now, I'm not wearing a super hero outfit and I'm not covered in rippling muscles I don't even wear a cape.

I cant look at thing's that way anymore, not because of I'm more mature ( I'd still very much like to be a superhero with rippling muscle's ) but because I can't picture anything when I think about the future, there's just to many possibility's and I don't know what I want for myself. People use the expression "standing at the crossroads" or " a fork in a path" to try and explain this sort of situation but it's more like standing in a road that used to be straight and now there's 50 different path's in front of me, each more confusing than the last. Sometimes's I wish I was just that little kid I used to be, not because I want to be a child again but because I want to have that total self confidence and the knowledge of what I want to be, even if its something silly like being a superhero , a pirate or a secret agent with a thousand different gadgets.

I feel like Samson
Did anyone read the bible when they were younger? Maybe in religious studies? I'm not sure about your primary school's but it was mandatory to attend this class. Anyway, one such story was about a man named "Samson", he was a man with un-natural strength, he broke thru chain's with his strength alone, anyway, he told the woman he loved that his strength was in his hair , so when he slept his cut it off and the roman soldiers quickly ambushed him, without his hair he didn't have the strength to fight them.

Now I've probably gotten the whole story wrong but keep in mind its been about 8 years since I remember hearing the story.

I felt like Samson as I walked into the hairdresser today, my red tips soon to lay wasted on the polished tile floors. Though I wasn't losing my physical strength by letting them cut my hair, I felt as though I was losing part of my individuality, as though I was being made into something I'm not, maybe thats how Samson felt? He lost what made him unique, maybe not unique in the grand scheme of things, I'm sure there where men like him, but unique to the people that knew him, thats the way I feel.

I sort of imagine as I sat in the black leather chair, that I was a gingerbread man on a conveyor belt, like all the other gingerbread men before men I have the cookie cutter pressed onto me to make sure that there were no signs of individuality, that I was uniform like the rest of the gingerbread men. Seems like a pretty strange analogy but thats how I felt as I tried to relax and let the hairdresser do her work. Leaving the chair with a fake smile secretly dishearted by the whole experience. Like Samson without his hair and a gingerbread man without his flaw's, I walked out into the parking lot which seemed alot larger than when I had left it.

WWF
I don't know if there even is a "WWF" anymore, I'm not a wrestling fan as such, something about muscled guys prancing around a ring, trying to pin his opponent as quickly as possible, it offends my sexuality. But enough about the subliminal gay messages ( not realy subliminal, its kinda of IN YOUR FACE GAY actually ) in wrestling.

My brother ( age 15 ) and my dad's friend ( age 40 ) decided at some point to have abit of a backyard wrestling match. Seam's's pretty unfair right?

The fight started, my brother immediately tackled my dad's friend to the grounded, for the rest of the match my dad's friend was made into a total bitch. The only thing I could see more humiliating is if my brother started to spank him. I've got video of the match and I'll try and upload it soon, no promises tho.

So there you go, back yard wrestling at it's best.

I just got oral sex.
This is bullshit!
What sort of society do we live in where a man (yes... I'm talking about me ) cant have a glass of lemonaid? Thats right, a society that has fallen apart, broken down under its own social stigma, morales and ethics! I am reduced to having "Lime-aid" , Lemonaid's retarded cousin. This is like expecting sex and recieving oral. I searched franticaly for my poor lemon but no such luck, only limes. *Jamie looks at the limeaid* nope thats it! The limeaid has to go, I REFUSE to drink it.


Fuck you society, this is everyone's fault but mine.

BIG updates
Its 1:57am now.
Alot of you know I have trouble sleeping and I've got writers block at the moment , my book is sitting pretty at 3000 words, not bad for a days work. Anyway, for those of you who have just bookmarked this page go to my main page

www.angelfire.com/ego2/frosted_rabbit/

to see all the updates. No more poetry in my storys anymore, its all moved to its own little home.
Anyway, tell me what you think of the site updates. Thanks all.

Minor surgery
My first operation and didn't even lose my patient! I'm so proud!

I just cut a mole off my dad. With swiss army scissors. Yep. Thats fucked up. Don't worry, I tried to use nail clippers first but they weren't sharp enough. Though it still took me like 6 cuts with the scissors.

Its that feeling of steel mashing ( not cutting) thru flesh that just makes me want to be a doctor or at least a butcher. The way the blood trickles gently down the chaotic implement that was never intended to be used to do anything more than cut nails that brings a rise of vomit to my throat.

I declare this operation to be a success of course I have to break bones but thats OK, he'll be fine.

Everythings falling together nicely.
I was having one of those quiet thinks to myself as I was painting this morning, somewhere between the hours of 2 and 3 am, when I came to realize, everyones doing pretty well now.

Trent's got himself a girl that I was hopeing he would fall for and with the charm and charisma that is Trent, how could she resist? Trent's now going to a new school which is pretty amazing realy, starting all over again realy but its probley for the best.

Mason's got his last year of school ahead of him, we all know he'll get the grades that he deserves and I'm sure we'll see his technological advancements throw us into a new age of darkness, in which we are slave to robot. He's got his ex girlfriend coming down from Brisbane to see him which would be a pretty big deal for those two, they haven't seen each other in ages. Though I would constantly give her shit over anything and everything, I wouldn't have done it unless I didn't think she'd have some quick comeback, she was definitely smarter than the average bear.

Josh's starting a new job soon which'll be good, even if it doesn't last, he's got an attractive young girl who adores him to look forward to as well, even if he is unsure of everything. I'm sure those two will work things out for the best.

Then there's me realy, I've got my course in "Fine Arts" to look forward to which I'll start soon enough. I'm moving out very soon to the big city of Brisbane, all on my lonesome, which I think is going to be realy cool. It's always good to know that your perants are supporting your decisions and my perants still support me on this, even though I think its just so they can party and get drunk every night whilst listening to urban funk music. More importantly than all that is my new girlfriend, whom I love and adore. Hopeing to see her a whole lot more once I move as I will be alot closer to where she lives. Unfortunately is difficult to spend great quantities of time with her as we have to dance around past arrangements, camps, reluctant mothers, distance, etc etc etc but I would rather see her for a few minutes than not at all and I love being with her.

When everything falls into place so well, I think that my prayers are answered, that my selfless desire to protect those I love and care about have been fulfilled. But then again, if my prayers have been answered, why is Nikki Webster still around and why does that chick on "today tonight" still talk like that?