Ima take this blog for my own.

It has been decided- we all need our own blogs, joint ones are stupid. I guess this means I'm just boring old Emily now, no cute little nicknames for us. S'cool.

nicely done, jared.

Last night, we saw like 15 shooting stars... I think I exclusively wished for a meat pie to enter my life.

just a casual nap in kate's lap...

A bottle of home made vodka can go a long way. I would have reeeeeeaaaaaally liked a menthol though...

For Rachael and Kate

Because they said we should have a post once every two days... I guess we should get on that.
Also, I've forgotten what day we were up to in the photo thingy, so I'm not doing it anymore.

Fuck, blogging is hard. I almost had to resort to quoting song lyrics. How embarrassing.

GAH OH MY FUCKING GOD SO MUCH EXCITMENT.

Apron

They call me Clive.

Fat As Butter was amazing. There is no denying it.
Favourites= Muscles ( Filch and I TOTALLY touched his hand), and Grafton Primary.

hey muscles, i love you, i wanna have your babies!

 Children Collide was also incredible, although super violent.
And Ian Carey was shiiiiiiiiiiiiit. But fun :)
Sincerely Apron

Kickass mouths, seriously.

Also, check this guy.

Update

To tell you the truth, we're not really that into blogs...

BUT
This is what has happened recently...
Apron had a party...
Darcy had a party...
Filch lost all her hair in a freak scissor accident...
Apron and Filch are going to Fat As Butter...
 and Filch needs to stop being a slut... 

 

Alice should watch where she's stepping.

Love Filch

Blogs blogs blogs.

im annoyed that i cant find a picture of this years capa, as it would be the perfect photo for birthday/ holiday.

super pretty cave- not photoshopped

Harry Potter is the fucking best.
Sincerely Apron

Day 3: A picture of you very drunk.

oh wow. 

Filch.

Day 2, a picture of someone you dislike...

Well someone had to do it...

sincerely Apron.

Day 1: A picture of you in your room

So, we found it difficult do decide what to do with this one, hence the lack of it happening, but I think I'll post this one. It's of all of us and we're in a room. At Jindabyne in fact.

Tara is also there...

Filch.

Why the fuck do I not have a fakey?

I really REALLY like this tattoo. Man Ray was a cool guy.

And this is just too original for words...

Everyone should experience Orlan. Seriously, look her up. She's like a seriously insane version of Lady Gaga, but cooler.
Also, listen to The Shins in copious amounts. You will feel delightful.
Sincerely Apron.

Snowman, sing my way.

Egg Carving didn't work out for me, so i'm trying out watermelon carving. Snowmen are cool. This is a French lesson. Apron wouldn't let me go to French, so this is how I spend my time.
Seriously, look up watermelon carving-it's what I do in my spare time.
Pancho.

milk ice's.

I.
FEEL.
LIKE.
DEATH.
i dislike how we think we're going to have a really good time when 20 ice creams are involved in an eating challenge.
and how the penalty is jumping in aids creek (or dumerasq creek, whatevs).
yeah, good thinking.
also, running away while i have my pants of swimming under a very pubic bridge is just unkind.
sincerely Apron.

VIctory.

So Apron, Pancho and Kate had a pretty good challenge day.
Assorted milk ices should never be consumed in copious amounts...
Challenge1....
Despite this... We bought 20 ice creams and had to eat them...
The results?
Kate and Apron...coming in at last place...LOSING...failing....just being all round lame.. ate 5 and a half of them each.
Pancho had six. And thus, Kate and Apron had to go in the aids creek...
Apron got naked, as usual...
AND PANCHO WON AND DANCED WITH GLEE... until she almost threw up... 
So right now, I'm going to have to step away from the boasting and go and convince my stomach not to empty its contents throughout my house.

Well, yes.

So we'll be doing this, to combat boredom.
And yes, we stole it off Cassie. it looked pretty fun you see... Thanks dear.

Day 1: A picture of you in your room.
Day 2: A picture of someone who you don’t like.
Day 3: A picture of you very drunk.
Day 4: A picture of you on your birthday/holiday.
Day 5: A picture of you making a stupid face at the camera.
Day 6: A picture of you and a family member.
Day 7: A night you regret.
Day 8: A picture of you truly being yourself.
Day 9: A picture of you being absolutely ridiculous.
Day 10: A picture of a time in your life that’s over, but you wish it wasn’t.
Day 11: A picture of a time in your life that is over, and you’re happy it is.
Day 12: A picture that you can’t stop laughing at.
Day 13: A picture of your favorite thing.
Day 14: A picture of how you want to spend everyday.
Day 15: A picture of you when you were a different person than you are now.
Day 16: A picture of how you want the world to see you.
Day 17: A picture of when everything was changing.
Day 18: A picture of someone you love.
Day 19: A picture of the best day of your life.

p.s. We may have days in between days... cos we're awesome... and super lazy...

Filch

Bottling.

I couldnt find an image of someone getting bottled, so i thought I'd just add a nice picture of some bottles. Think of them as MENACING.

Fights are fun, but make me weary. Remind me to not get our whole year into one in the future, yeah?
sam clement. i apologize for telling people you bottled me. it appears i supposedly was misinformed.
dylan tanner, i dont know who you are, but i dislike you immensely.
moving on to more important things, I am getting this.

eugh, harry potter cults are the best.
sincerely, Apron.

We're in a fight bitches.

 

so MOTS seems to have got themselves in a feud with a bunch of cunts. Basically it went down like this...

Samuel Clement fucking armidale high year 11 bitches .....go drink some chai.

Some shit ass shit mgee calls...

Emily O'Connor fuck i hate year 11 bitches... who the fuck even drinks chai these days.

Apron is a prostitute.

Apron and Filch argue with brilliant articulation.

Sam Clement: "no mate."

GOOD ONE.

who the fuck even is Dylan Tanner.

Lauren thinks she's involved but is just a bit annoying.

We get fucking tired of this shit.

Filch makes a chai related call in her Captain speech.

more anger and high fives ensue.

More insults.

Pancho defends our honour.

Pancho is a dyke.

Filch gets stressed.

Fuck this shit.

Filch out. 

Just enjoying this.

 

The only reason I would learn to draw is for fan fiction, honestly.
 

also, I'm getting this.

love Filch.

(who is keeping her name, despite it's disgusting secondary meaning. who even thinks of that shit?)

Daniel is a cunt.

Dying my hair black is not going to be a good idea.
Shit.
I don't think anything has been said for Zoobooze, so in summary, Pancho jumped in a fire and yelled 'I AM QUEEN', Pancho slammed Filch into the ground, I got hickied (you know who you are, I'm not impressed.) Benji and Tim got well raucous, Benji couldn't get a penis, Darcy's dog almost got killed, Darcy's brother almost got killed by my driving skills, and it was fucking cold.
Sincerely Apron.

So, an exciting night out calls for exciting tales!

Oh what? I don't remember any of the night. Yeah cool. Musta been good then.
But actually, Apron raped a small ranga, Filch is a cad, and Pancho takes regular naps.
MOTS had a pretty good reunion, initiated by your trully. Filch is a cad. Cunt, it's so timefor bed.

Some hardcore kids.

fuck we're cool.
for mikey...

Cigars and Passion Pop

A number of apologies are in order.
First, to Daniel, who was un rightfully set upon by myself. Apparently I gave him a good bashin, but this i do not recall...
Secondly, to Sammy. I raped him something hardcore. Also little/ no recollection of this event.
Thirdly, to the lady who served me at the Macca's drive through, who i gave a good yellin to. Totally remember that one.
Fourth, to Mikey, who I spent a good hour and a half abusing in Sammy's car. Lol, JK, I think you're a cunt.
I think thats probably everyone...
Also, what the fuck are cigars? Most useless twats ever invented, thats what.
Sincerely, Apron.

A Number of Things.

So a little update: a number of things have happened.
Apron put glass in Pancho's shirt and so Filch became heads of MOTS.

Apron quit MOTS.

Apron was kicked out of MOTS.

A MOTS reunion occured and Apron was reinstated as a member of MOTS.
Pancho got Nutella on her face.

And so now, Filch is borrowing a well swish camera to play with, but we are not having a MOTS day.


Fail.

What is not a fail though, is Filch's new puppy, Ben Kieth, nor how hardcore Apron, Filch and guest star Kate look in this picture.

loltastic. p.s. cigars are fun/will kill you.

Love Filch.

FUCK YES.

THIS IS THE COOLEST

Filch.

Wordswap.

This is your basic wordswap game. Like when you replace the word 'wand' with 'willy' in any Harry Potter book, presenting such fresh opportunites as "Harry bent over and removed his willy from his robes." Essentially, it's pretty good. Wordswap of the day is substituting any word you please with 'cunt.' Making every conversation inappropriate is the best way to chuckle, and get yourself kicked out of restaurants, zoos and old folks home. "I had a cunt sandwich for lunch." Not only is that highly disgusting and boderline just plain filth, it's pretty chuckleworthy. But actually guys, I've changed my ways and don't believe in swears. So don't swear in my presence hey? Cunt. Pancho out. Catchphrase.

Banksy, you clever clever man.

I firmly believe that, some day, Jared Willis will be the new Banksy. He even has his own label. If you see a stencil accompanied by the word 'Cojones', you're looking at an original Willis.
Sincerely Apron.
P.s 6 more weeks of year 11? what even is that?

Goose Egg.

 

MOTS is taking up egg carving art. This is not in need of a vote. It's amazing and I want it. Good. 

Pancho.

Because we need a playground

They're the best.

Love Filch

No Sleep means No Anger

Pancho and Filch

Apron and Pancho

Pancho and Apron

we only like each other when we're tired.

love Filch.

NIQUE TA MERE

There is no snow here.
You know its been a good week when you wince and smile at the same time because you sat on a bruise that reminded you of the one hundred and eleven hilarious stacks that recently happened.
I just realized we haven't really clarified who we are, so in summary, we are Music of the Spheres, aka Mots. Consisting of Apron, Pancho and Filch, out aim is to take photos/ write songs/ make invisible theatre.
 Please don't take us seriously. We never will.
Apron, signing off for Mots.
P.S RON JAMES/ ARMADILDO
P.P.S AHS REPRESENT

Jindabyne

So, Jindabyne. Shit yes.
Just a few warnings we'd like to issue in advance:
Yes, there will be Glee.
Yes, we have packed copious amounts of alcohol.
Yes, drugs is on Filch's list of things to bring.
Yes, we have the rain hat.
Sorcha has developed an obsession with Fresh Asian. He is preeeetty fresh. Fresh, if you ever happen to read this, please, for god sake, contact her. You will make her life.
Also, Apron is a psychic. Prizes to whoever works it out.