Monks, Slurpys and Tea Bags.

I have started this blog many, many times and can't work out a way to not sound like 12 year old girl recounting her day to her fat, supre decked friends with names like courtney and hannah [offence is optional]. So I shall do this in point form in order of events.

• Got to school on time!
• Got angry because I left my camera battery at home after charging it all night
• Bus time!
• Bryce recieved his first phone call from a man talking about a gum tree and an apartment
• Monks gave us doo-da's to hang on our phones..what groovy groovy monks
• Buuuuurwood shopping
• Vinnies
• 7/11 Slurpys..which are the bomb diggity
• Subway - made a page in my journal using the slurpys
• We discover that Bryce's phone number had been put on an ad for a bar tending job on gumtree.com therefor resulting in about 40 calls from people wanting said job
• Lit some candles, listened to a cute monk with a lisp
• Urinated in the monestry!
• Bryce discovers a swastika on a table and decides they're going to kill us all..but then he recieves a few more phone calls = P
• Molly made an angry page in my journal
• Ferrar and Molly contributed torn up secrets to the envelope in my journal
• Nugget threw a box at Jack's head out the window and missed..epic fail
• Home
• Tea bagged my journal..giggity

Pages so far:

Covered

Thelma has a covered Journal!
Done with a piece of old tie dyed fabric from year 10, one of my candy resin magnets and a hot glue gun. I'm interested to see how long the heart will last and how it will come to it's end. Stay tuned..


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Today our class is going on an excursion to a Tibetan Buddhism temple. So I'm hoping to collect random things and take heaps of photos and maybe even get a group page going.

Bloody Steiner children.

And so it begins..

Today I somehow stumbled across a website about this book called..'Wreck This Journal'. It's a journal designed to be wrecked..hence the name. I fell in love with the idea of 'Creative Destruction', of just letting loose and going with whatever creative instinct I had no matter how shit. So after school I drove up to Towers in my shaggin' waggin' and bought a black book from Smiggle. Now there is the actual book out there..but

1. I live in Sydney..so I'm guessing it would be hard to find in a book shop

2. I'm impatient and a 'spur-of-the-moment' kind of gal

The Journal so far: