Steve Irwin my man died a terrible death yesterday.

Observe a moment of silence please.

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Oh its so sad. No more crocodile hunter on Animal Planet= no more hidding under sheets and eating chocolate coated popcorn for an hour every saturday afternoon.

And to be killed by a stingray! Jeez. He's dealed with Crocs the size of a Sampan, sharks, poisonous snakes and to be only say adios by a harmless ( well almost) wobbly free floating marine organism.

As they say now, its always the quiet ones.

My dad made his rare appearance in the house yst and promptly broke down.Like as in literally. Apparently He's a HUGE FAN of Mr Irwin. I wldnt know that of course
*scoff*. But i have to say nothing makes my day a better one then to see a grown five foot seven tall man cry his heart out. Absolutely Marvellous. Especially when your dad is a right bastard.

So in honour of all Mr Irwin fans out there, I would be on a strict Stingray eating diet from today onwards for the week. DIE YOU STINGRAYS! DIE! That, i suppose is my way to mourn the great man. Eat the guy that ate him.Roar.

Daniel Vosovic is coming to town but i have no idea when! Its driving me N.U.T.S. Jeez so if any of you do know when please tell me okay.

And on a conclusion, I helped my friend's brother write a qualifying compo for a place at the Cambridge University. Im honoured. Therefore i gave him a 15 percent discount. He only me paid me about 80 bucks. The title was really really wierd though.

" write a note to your future room mate about a personal experience that tells him/her something about you"

Like WTH RIGHT! For a start,I didnt even know what format to write in, like as in a prose or a letter? "a note" is just so VAGUE! nevermind i was already completely baffled by the title.

And secondly, if half the nation's 20 year olds are submitting stories with the same title, mine (or rather my friend's bro)has to stand out because they only took in 20 percent of the people. and reading about how your dog/grandmother/3rd cousin tiwce removed died and change to become a better person is just so dreadfully cliched.

But unlike others, i am a genius. ( sorry, didnt meant to make you puke)

So therefore, i wrote that i was a lesbian. Now that is such a Come-Look-At-Me factor. i didnt wrote that i was gay because gay has been done to death alrd. Lesbianism ,however, still get people hot under the collar.

And I did get a great kick out of it. Superb. Writing about how i hated my D-CUP boobs and stalking my pretty flute playing senior ,and how i have learnt to accept myself for who i am even if i wore Superman boxers instead of lacey victoria's secret knickers and got called a "Tyke" by the boys makes for good practice writing.

I just hope the Brits would be able to accept it though. God i hope i dont give those old dodgers a Cardiac Arrest.

Alright now. Till then. The hols has barely started and im getting bored alrd.

May Friday come quickly and whisk me away.