University of California Museum of Paleontology

If you were looking for information on the University of California Museum of Paleontology, I'm issuing a formal apology. I don't even know what it means. Especially because you can pretty much reason that it was some random thing I wrote in google while attempting to finish a Science project. I have nothing to write about. If I keep doing this, I'm going to run out of steam in a month. Less than. THAT'S WHY I NEVER FINISH MY BLOGS. And by "finish" I mean "continue for longer than a month".





So I need to write about something, or my posts will end up looking like disjointed strings of random words (unless, of course, that's what they are), so this little blog post is going to be about food. And there may, at the bottom, be a semi rational review on Matt Smith as The Doctor* (Warning: I am that much of a nerd, and I am proud of it) because really, his haircut gets on my nerves. Anyway, you might have noticed the word food in that sentence.





But why?


Well, MASTERCHEF TONIGHT! Am I the only one who is irrationally excited about the return of the show? Am I, Australia? I don't even think it's just me. If it was just me, I would be sad. That would be a sad, sad day in Australian history. And I am that uncool. Anyway, food.





FOOD. It's a thing that we need for sustanance. I enjoy it. If you spell it backwards, it's "doof", like the sound that my dad pretends speakers make when he's pretending to be young and "hip". Sometimes "food" isn't even food, like when it's alcoholic whipped cream or Japanese. Food isn't always good or bad - in fact, I ate Cookie Bread, and I still have no idea if it was nice or not. Food is a four letter word, and so is pill, and doll, and bind, and even fuck (that handy little word). If you change the first letter, you can make "good" or even the phonetic version of the word "dude" - you know, "dood". That, and I'm hungry.





So, that was a little prompt about food in a desperate attempt to create something that kind of resembled a post. If you got this far, congratulations, make me sandwhich or find somewhere that sells crunchies and hand feed them to me. I also like coconut.





That's a picture especially for Liora, who better damn read this (that's right, if you're cool, you too can get a personal shout out). It makes me smile, and it's about food, which is a DOUBLE WHAMMY.
Also, the new bins at our school look like "daleks wearing hats". They are actually the coolest bins I have seen in ages. They're all space age and stationary and fan-bloody-tastic. I just thought I'd make a big deal about them because no one else at my school seems to think it's necessary.

*UPDATE: On a semi-academic, unfunny note, I'm moderately happy. He's going to grow on me. The haircut will take a lot of getting used to, but the acting's fine. I don't like that he seems less bemused by the action around him (a la David Tennant) and just plain cocky. The plot wasn't the strongest for a starter episode, but I'm liking the companion - on my scale of companions, at this point of time she's ahead of Rose and under Donna (although I am a minority, liking Donna). She actually seems witty, and doesn't just trust him implicitly and actually gives him a challenge, so let's see what happens.