there was a frog. who would hoppity-hop-hop along in life thinking all was grand. sure it was when you were growing up as a tadpole in the pond, hatching first and then eating your other siblings still unhatched, consequently surviving tadpole-hood into frog-dom.

transition into frog-dom wasnt particularly easy. what with the legs and tail present at one point. crazy eh, this change business. but in retrospect, the tadpole survived into frog-dom.

frog-dom was a whole 'nother world. the frog could hoppity-hop-hop on land or swimmity-swim-swim in water. thus is the beauty of amphibia. the frog learned to croakity-croak-croak loudly and catchity-catch-catch flies on his froggity-frog-frog tongue which was stickity-stick-stick..y. (is this bordering on flanders-speak yet)

anyhoo, the frog was doing alright. then one day the frog realised...he didnt have any friends. OH SHOCk HORROR AND CARVE A CHUNK OUT OF HIS HEART. he tried to make friends with the flies, but since he caught so many of their friends on his tongue, they just flew away. now the frog couldnt fly because he didnt have any wings. he tried making with the fish, but they were too ugly, so he eventually got so repulsed he tried talking to other frogs. but his croaking was so loud, the didnt like him.

OH THE MISFITTING-NESS OF IT ALL!!

so the frog cried his froggy tears and hoppity-hop-hopped on land. then he heard someone singing.

"dum-da da da da dum...i believe i miracles...where ya from? you sexy thing".

the frog stopped crying and looked up. it was a toad walking his way.

then a toad came up to him.

"you're a damn ugly toad" said the toad to the frog.

"LEAVE ME ALONE BITCH!" cried the frog, haplessly kicking the toad. "I'M A FUCKING FROG!".

"you still an ugly toad" scoffed the toad, who proceeded to head butt the frog back. and laughed loudly, continuing on his way, still humming YOU SEXY THING after that.

"you fuckin blowjob!" screamed the frog after the toad.

to which the toad stopped humming. paused. and turned around.

"what did you say??" said the toad, torn between puzzlement and taking offense.

the frog's mouth went dry. he swallowed his froggy drool, wiped his froggy snot (he'd been crying remember) and rubbed the bit of his head where the toad headbutted him.

he opened his mouth. cleared his throat. by then, the toad had walked back to him. eyeing him suspiciously.

"i aksed ya a question, frog" said the toad slowly and clearly. "what.did.you.say?"

"UH.." squeaked the frog, his voice ten times higher than he would've liked it to he. "i said...you fuckin blowjob".

the toad seemed satisfied. "thats what i thought you said".

the frog's froggy knees shook.

"now why in the world would you call me that?" asked the toad, his larger frame looming over the skinny green frog. "why in the world would you call me a fuckin blowjob?"

"I dont know sssir" stammered the frog.

"oh now he calls me sir" said the toad in mock surprise.

the frog cowered in fear.

"you listen here and you listen good" said the toad. "nobody talks to me like that"

"bbbut you called me an ugly toad," protested the frog. "i'm a frog"

the toad was surprised the frog could speak in his defense.

"well.." said the toad, considering what had happened. "i guess you're right. sorry bout that. was just pickin on ya i guess"

"its ok sir" said the frog. "i shouldnt have shouted at you like that"

"where in the world did you get that name from anyway?" asked the toad in bewilderment. "i mean, a fuckin blowjob?"

"uh...well it was this thing once" started the frog.

"you still an ugly toad tho" said the toad.

and they both burst out laughing and went on their way.

what will happen in the friendship of the toad and the frog?

well one day, the two were out hanging by the pond, and some bird flew down, caught the frog in its beak. GULP, SWALLOW, he was gone.

the toad was quiet for a moment. a tear slid town his toady cheek. then he said "he was a damn ugly toad". and hopped away.

thats a pretty good song if you ever get round to listening to it. well, its just called paper shoes, but you get my point.

once again, its another tuesday afternoon going online because i dont wanna do anything right now. we're done with all our courses this week, but there's still the educ and linguistics lecture tomorrow and the semester will officially be over! looking back, it seems to have gone by pretty fast.

alison jones' lecture is tomorrow. i still think she's brilliant, and its such a pity we only have 4 lectures with her. its mainly theories that she's dealing with, BUT I LIKE THAT SHIT. and what i've noticed is that these people who have written books and done research on their stuff are the most passionate about what they have to teach when they teach. (i'm sorry, did that sound long winded) for example, stuart mcnorton. i dont know if he's a professor like alison is, but he made the educ 115 lectures (that i son blatantly dislike) pretty interesting. as does alison. and she really pays attention to how we react to her lectures. oh i know, i know, i'm singing praises for this woman, but i think she's fantastic. part of her reminds me of aunty janet from my church back home, but only WAY WAY more brilliant. thats my opinion anyway. i mean, i think maxine's great and all, but alison, oh WOW.

ok i'll stop gushing about her now cause that was freaking me out too.

i just realized i'm signed in to msn...and nobody's online. pity that. yahoo's cuter anyday.

have you ever noticed how people try to be who they want to be? what i mean here is that when they want to be like somebody else, they become different. i dont know about myself, but..lets just make sweeping statements here. and shoot me if i'm wrong. that doesnt mean to say that i'm completely right tho. anyways, back to what i wanna say. its just weird how people try to be something or someone else in front of, or with, or around (insert proper preposition here) who they want to be like. their mannerism changes, how they talk, what they talk about, how they laugh, the expressions they use, how they curse and swear...it completely changes! its weird isnt it. or how people act different around different people. i guess you could say they bring out different parts of you and all. and that you're going thru a phase. and i think the one thing to bear in mind is that people are not static in their behaiour. they are CONSISTENT, but not static. time, circumstance and context can change how you behave i suppose. just like how your stands can change on certain issues because of what you believe and what you think is best, which in turn can change over time.

isnt it great that we can change how we think and feel? we're not static creatures. like what we learned in educ....i guess. you could take a feminist stand on certain issues, as a female, but there are times when you'd take a more neo-whatsit view. know what i mean?

no you dont you freak.

oh yes...i must officially announce

NO SPENDING WEEK
(till Friday at least)

it is a personal test to see if i can live off what i already have without being part of the consumer driven society and a victim of capitalism (i'm not very sure how that works or if it overlaps at all). AIHHH....basically i'm going kinda broke. well, not to the very dire condition of broke-ness. and in an effort to salvage money, i left my eftpos at home. HURRAH! yesterday was a great success.

this bit of song is in my head. URRGHH!!

I'm tired of the way that it feels
I only apologize to you to make you feel better
I think I've outgrown that horsehair sweater
I'd rather be on my own
You're 'bout as reliable as paper shoes in bad weather
but pain will roll off like water on feathers


pretty interesting songwriting skills eH, mr boyd?