Tuesday, 22 May 2007 | 9:14 pm

I'm so pretty (This.Is.A.Bimbo.Blog)

I don't actually have anything of value to say right now, but I feel like telling everyone how special I am so that's what I'm going to do right now. I am a princess. I have proof. I own a crown. Now why on Earth would I own a crown if I wasn't a princess? My logic is undeniable.

See, I'm just so princess-like. Partying hard and not even a drop of sweat!

I won't get mad if you don't call me Princess Mel and kiss my feet because I'm just not that kind of monarch. Actually...I want to be the queen of hearts from Alice in Wonderland and go around yelling "OOOORRRRF WITH HER HEAAAD!" and play croquet with upside-down dodos. That would be pretty cool I think. Or be Jadis the White Witch from Narnia and wear plastic fruit in the huge collar around my dress.

Jadis the White Witch

Ok, I know, I know, she's not actually wearing plastic fruit in her collar, more like dead animal, but I like the fruits better. I think fruits would soften her image a bit, I mean, it's a tough job being the super-bitch of Narnia but that's hardly her fault is it? Her stylist was going for a certain 'bitch' image and Jadis felt she had to have a personality that matched her clothing. Blatant brainwashing I say. She should sack her stylist and hire ME instead. I'd do a MUCH better job.

I'm not really a princess, just in case you hadn't already realized. I promised I'd post some party photos up from Saturday night, but someone who had photos [where I look good] that I wanted hasn't sent them yet so I will have to post the ones where I look hideous. Maybe I'll put up a picture where I look good first so you all know I'm not really ugly.

I'm so pretty right?

Still un-made up, but I like my coat :)

Me (Ghosts have every right to be anti-greenhouse gas emissions. I'm obviously a strong advocate of pro-save-energy. If the ozone layer disappears, nothing will stop us floating right on up to heaven and away from our only available source of fun after death. What? Scaring the shit out of people IS fun). Ninja Nhu is also trying to kill me, but geez, I'm ALREADY DEAD.

I'm. Too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my [eyepatch], too sexy for my...[wig]?

Haha, so worth looking like an idiot to post Tara's picture with a wig. Loving the short hair *wink wink*. Speaking of Tara, I hung out with her and Ashwyn today after school to make sure they didn't get up to any hanky-panky. There's a lot of dark (albeit dirty and cobwebby) corners in Box Hill, you can't be too careful. Julian stayed for about 10 minutes so after, I felt like the third wheel on a tricycle. I tried singing "the wheels on the tricycle go round and round, round and round, round and round" but I had a hard time fitting a three-syllabled word into the space of a single syllable. Needless to say, I gave up after awhile. They tried to lose me a few times (admittance of guilt anyone?) but I was expecting it. Ashwyn didn't end up finding what he wanted to buy so we just went home. Poor Ashwyn and Tara. I'm such an annoying person, but one day they'll thank me. I told Tara she'd better be paying me overtime for hanging around with her after school because nobody in their right minds would play chaperone if they weren't getting paid, ESPECIALLY after-hours. Hmmm, she obviously said no. I don't even think I'm going to get a Christmas bonus. I feel so under-appreciated *sigh*.

I also thought I'd lost my keys today. I freaked out and called Tara to check if I'd left them on the bus. During the call I found them. Guess where? In. My. Bag. Wasted a phone call!

I'd better go condense my Biology textbook exam study notes. I've been procrastinating all evening. THREE WEEKS TILL EXAMS! AH! I think I will do that now.

With love to all, and a relaxed stance on drug-taking and procreation,
Mel

Pee.ess - I am a hippy born fifty years late, and don't you love it. Peace out.