I am Lord Akakabuto

When people complain about never having food, when they do… Always. :|
In fact, I’m called a scab, I’m not going to deny that I am. I ask if I can hve food every once in a while. Do you want to know why? Because I actually never do have food.
Today I got excited. Cause I had one packet of shapes for recess. COOL HUH?!
I’m not saying that I don’t eat at all, I’m not saying that I have it the worst. I get dinner. But 6 days out of 7 that’s it.
So seriously, think before you whinge about “not having food” just cause you didn’t want a banana yoghurt, two instead of three ham and cheese sandwiches, and a pear instead of an apple. Just think about it.

My mother is absolutely retarded. She’s basically blaming my phone and iPod for my sickness. How they gave me a runny nose, deep chesty cough, vomiting, and nausea, I don’t know. Starting from last night, she’s taking my phone and iPod from me at approximately 9:30…. For three months.. :| how will I survive without music at night? I won’t. It’s fucked up.
on a brighter note it’s almost holidays, and i don’t want to go to school tomorrow… Let’s go adventuring someone?

I forgot to mention, that design was on one of their shirts, hahah.

Ever been ashamed to admit something cause everyone will claim you as a poser or a wannabe, so you fight the urge and what you feel, just so you aren’t judged as that, so you’re not judged as someone who is just in it for the appearence… Yeah I have.

mynameisiam:

It’s even on my year 12 jersey because JESSTICLES was “too vulgar”. I went through a massive cobra starship stage in year 9 and 10.

mynameisiam:

What would you like? I have Twitter vivalajessiica uhh I can give you my email through that I guess. Aww you want to know me hurraahhh!

http://mynameisiam.tumblr.com/ ?

like who the legit cats whiskers is http://mynameisiam.tumblr.com/ ?

i need to know details.

who you are, how can i contact you without doing this ^^^^^^^^^ and WHY DON’T I KNOW WHO YOU ARE?

shiiiiiiiit http://mynameisiam.tumblr.com/ quick reblog reblog reblog answering my questions.

hit me up with some links meow.

woke up in the morning feeling happy that i was going to hangout with one of the funniest kids on the planet.

got up, ate brekky, showered lalalala y’know, the usual.

then mum asked me to clean some stuff up… :| righto, she knew i was ready and out the door basically.

so i cleaned up, obviously with a fucking attitude, cause i didn’t want to clean.

blerghhhhh that took me about an hour.

THEN i had to do the bins, there was two bottles in the recycling, not even worth my time.

so again, with the attitude, i did what i was told.

when i went to leave, mum had a go at me.

“you complain about having dizziness and tiredness, it’s cause you don’t sleep at night … you go to sleep after me even! i’ve been checking *points at computer*”

after being abused by her and mystepdad i left. with no intention of coming back, i took my anger out on twitter, cause that’s what i had in front of me.

no credit is killing me, thanks alot you textaholic.

anyway i said some stupid things, without anything else coming to mind. for example i didn’t think to lock my tweets :|

so anyway, i was quite pissed off, beyond anything, worst start to the day.

when i was walking to Jayke’s, i took the short way, down the back of the creek and such. there are several concrete slabs here. i kicked one. broke my toenail. yum.

when i got to jayke’s, i was welcomed by him, and his brother - both playing xbox.

mad. haha.

this made me happy. without him even knowing what had happened, i instantly began to smile.

then came the hardcore mechanic shit. not for serious. just moving parts and unscrewing bolts, haha.

WE THEN TREKKED IT.

to corrimal east/bellambi way. to his nans.

it was awesome that Dean brought beer. too bad beer tastes like SHIT. cigarettes also taste like shit. i couldnt even finish it. #hardcore. >.>

wwe were going to Jayke’s nans in search of food. hahaha i don’t think we even got anything. they played mariokart, and we ate ice cream. i was sitting net to some kid who’s name i forget, and he kept punching me :| mad.

at this point i was ready to go.

so i did.

then sat alone until now.

oh i ordered pizza.

threw half out.

solid effort.

“i don’t think you realise”