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Barack and Elizabeth go to McDonalds

notlysh — Mon, 06 Apr 2009 01:31:23 +0000

Barack and Elizabeth swept down the bustling American street. It was a warm evening and light as a neon daytime. Elizabeth was no stranger to America and was friendly with most world leaders, however, the flickering streetlights and the rainbow neon lights were rather unfamiliar to her. She gazed in wonder at them, astonished at how Barack waltzed through the cigarette smoke and smog as if he were at home.

Soon enough two golden arches became visible. Even Queen Elizabeth knew what those arches meant. The two friends made their way into McDonalds. Barack held the door and swept Elizabeth through politely. They chose the table closest to the window and went to the counter to order for the two of them while Elizabeth gazed into the bustling street outside, giving an angelic smile and a small wave to all who returned her gaze. The pimply adolescent behind the counter gave Barack a nervous smile and a blatantly shocked expression when offered a swift, firm handshake.

“Hey, I’m a friendly guy,” laughed Barack “just another customer. Take care, son”

Barack returned to Elizabeth and set the tray on the table. Chicken Caeser Salad for the Queen and a Big Mac Meal for the President. Barack had bought a happy meal toy for his daughter.

“Natasha is going to love this.” He grinned as he played with the brightly coloured plastic gadget. “These toys are ingenious.”

He passed it to Elizabeth who giggled in delight at the toy, slowly investigating all its many functions. Barack moved onto his Coke, slurping it slowly through the straw and slightly crushing the paper cup with his brown fingers. Elizabeth watched him as she began to open her salad.

“Everybody drinks Coca-Cola. Isn’t that marvellous?” she said. “Everybody here is drinking it, Barack, and if you peer through this window there are even more people drinking it. Do you see?”

“Hmmm, indeed you are correct, Elizabeth.” Barack waved his cup of Coke at the passers-by, laughing heartily.

“Even I am drinking Coca-Cola! The Queen drinks Coca-Cola, Barack. You, the President, drink Coca-Cola, the families eating lunch in McDonalds drink Coca-Cola. Even the homeless man outside drinks Coca-Cola.” She crunched her salad and waited politely for Barack to reply.

Barack was silent as he considered the point Elizabeth had made. He looked about at the other customers, listening to their mindless chatter and the rustling of paper bags and boxes.

“It seems that the world is united by this tasty soft drink, Elizabeth.” He scrunched his face up in concentration and for a moment looked a lot like the paper bag that his meal had come in. “As the new President of America I think it would be my duty to use this sparkling star in the world of drinks to the advantage of humankind.”

“Just how do you plan to do that, dear?” Elizabeth enquired, neatly wiping caeser sauce from her lip with a serviette. Barack unwrapped his burger and took a huge bite, the bun and meat disintegrating in his mouth with a loud squelching noise.

“Delicious,” he commented before continuing “if I could find a way to use Coke to end this bloodthirsty war in Iraq… well, that would be something quite incredible.”

I can’t wipe the smile from my face

notlysh — Thu, 02 Apr 2009 02:48:25 +0000

And it is not drug-induced.

Today my art teacher made me use paint, which I haven’t done since high school. I am a painter, but I can’t use paint. I hate paint. That made me fairly grumpy so I sculled a can of energy drink. I heard a story about a boy who sculled a litre bottle of Coke (which is actually amazing) and then fell down with his arms in the air yelling “G-UNIT!!”. It didn’t happen to me. Then my belly began to feel very strange and gurgly. So I went outside and had a cigarette in the sun but unfortunately I have very fair skin and turned quite red. No-one else got burnt except me and I thought that some of the more attractive people therre may have been laughing at me on the inside.

Despite all of these happenings, I am now feeling very happy and am flashing my million dollar smile for all to see.

And there is my attempt at blathering shit on my blog=)

Our Opinion on Blogging.

notlysh — Sun, 29 Mar 2009 23:57:13 +0000

Korrina and Lysh’s thoughts on blogs (and bloggers). We think blogging would be enlightening for those who have no real social skills and/or friends. Recently we were given the piece of advice to “expand our internet social skills” before we can expect to survive the blogging world. We ourselves do not feel the need to do this as we have real friends and prefer to spend our time doing other things. Unfortunately the blogging world has now grown so huge that it’s unavoidable not to exlore it in our English Writing class.

Lysh: Personally, I think deep down I hate the world of blogging and I’m ashamed that some cyber-fat, cyber-balding cyber-fourty-two year old lesbian on the other side of the world could hurt my feelings so easily. The novelty has worn off and the snide comments and the cyber-bullying (which I thought was only something year eight kids did) is starting to get to me. I’m keen for a crew battle.

let’s start drinking

notlysh — Tue, 24 Mar 2009 22:09:23 +0000

This is the first blogs assignment we have been given in english writing.

We (korrina and lysh) have decided to review this blog : Email conversations can be fun…especially with scammers. (The url is http://www.wheelturninghamsterdead.com/)

The style and tone of the author’s language could be called comical… we prefer to think that, after looking at a few different blogs, a lot of bloggers make a big deal over small events in order to insert humour into their everyday lives. The language used is informal and sometimes vulgar. It is the language of miserable, lonely people.

Lysh believes that the author of the blog spoke about his situation in a satirical way and poked fun at the event in order to make it interesting. He failed. The bottom line was that he had recieved an email from somebody he didn’t know and replied just to take the piss out of whoever sent it. We do not find this interesting or enlightening.

There was no moral or underlying message in the blog. It was the simple retelling of events with a few buzzwords thrown in. The theme of the blog is