"Why?"

This is the only breed of freshwater seal(click on it), it is exactly the same shape as an egg see! Oh I bloody love Planet Earth.

There are some monkeys, crab-eating macaques, who swim and pick up food off the river bed, they also hold their breath underwater for fun, and they all have a little mohawk-tuft on their heads.

Mostly though, the sea creatures are less nice than the land mammals, I mean, it is hard to relate to a fish, when piranah's ate one up real fast it didn't make me too sad, but when that bloody croc ate a wildebeast I died inside a bit. true. It spent an hour drowning it. bastard. tell you what, I should believe in god because the devil is here, on earth, it's a croc, or any such related beast, now those are the eyes of pure evil. Also, crocs and any such related beast have been here since time immemorial, since before anything that's still here nearly, we don't know what they really know.... what secrets they've passed down, we don't know what they were doing before we were around, maybe it's all a trick, maybe they are preparing to rule the world (they definitely are). even thinking about it is making me shiver.

another thing that makes me shiver is work.

I don't know if any of you have frequently experienced being ignored, to your face, consistently for 7 1/2 hours a day? by both teenagers and adults? it's pretty frustrating. it creates some pretty strange dreams too, where you're punching and shoulting and screaming and no one listens.

ho hum. god they're doing my head in,this whole bloody place is. everyone is so LOUD? why?

been really enjoying this book, 'My Mad, Fat, Teenage Diary' it reminds me a lot of school. I wonder if i should crack my diaries out again, Simon dipped into them without my knowledge and seems to find them them to be the single funniest things he's ever read, he hasn't dipped into my poetry yet.....my poem "Why?" about the Bosnian war is a particularly poignant piece, I seem to recall....

I was always rubbish at creative writing, I remember spending the last 2 years of primary school trying to write an excellent detective novel, based completely on an episode of Miss Marple, my detective was called Sam Malone (as in, 'Cheers', but a woman) and the idea that I had was that the head of a statue was going to fall on someone and kill them... I don't know how I imagined someone was going to murder someone by quickly knocking the massive head off a statue?! It was a crap idea, and I was constantly frustrated by my attempts to create this masterpiece.

My poem "Why?" incidentally, was the only poem in our year not included in the poem book that a company put together in order to sell back to us and make money! Including a boy in my class who copied the lyrics of one of the songs on the Smurfs album (remember that anyone?) directly out, that got in! I reckon it was just too fucking political for their asses...yeah?

I discovered during my degree that I really love to write Haiku's, I actually wrote 2 or 3 really good ones if I do say so myself. I thought I should try to write one a day, but that's ridiculous so maybe I will write one a week.

I'll write one today. About work. You lucky bastards, as if you don't get enough from me. I am of course joking, you are very kind to read my blog at all.

here's my first attempt:

Work

I hate work so much

It's shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,

shit, shit, really, really, shit.