undies equal war

what is it with the human kind, that when one is threatend it instantly reverts back to "kill or be killed"

Tomorrow, at my school, they will be coming.

a hoard will attack us.

and we. are. not. prepared.

boys. many, MANY boys will breech the perimeter of my school and throw eggs and fish bits and other handfulls of disgusting-ness that they can lay their hairy hands on.

The annual Tauranga Boys College undie run is upon us and we are SCREWED.

it is a sick tradition, we have. girls vs boys in all out war, that we female's never win. the men can throw harder, run faster and be brutaler than we.

tomorrow, we girls will hold the line. we will have plastic bags over of uniforms in a thin veil of protection and try to throw un-namable nasties at the pack of wildlings.

and we will fail.

so wish me luck.

hopefully i will be able to report back. probably covered in egg.

Thomas

there is currently a fairly substantial spider dangling outside my window. i have named him Thomas.
now Thomas, well he's not the most attractive spider i've ever seen, he's fat and hairy and quite an unusual shade of brown and i've begun to feel quite sorry for him. i doubt he ever get's a date. hell, i dont even know if Thomas is a boy or a girl. 

how does one check the sex of a spider i wonder?

and where would spider's go on dates? do they have secret spider clubs that we highly intellectual humans do not realise? Maybe there is a chain of spider clubs called "Itsy Bitsy" and they dance to cicada music like we dance to dubstep.

cool.

well i do hope Thomas/Thomasetta gets a date, he/she does look rather lonely hanging there all by his/herself.

maybe i should squish him/her and put the poor thing out of it's misery.

can spiders be miserable?