Hullo there! I'm Mackinaw Weasel, because weasels in mackinaws look cool in my imagination.

I live in south-east Australia. Insects here are inevitable, and you're bound to swallow them, so make the best of it. I seek to constantly be in contact with venomous snakes, crocodiles, and wedge-tailed eagles in my spare time. Kangaroos annoy me with their high and mighty, "that's right, i can jump your fence and eat your nice grass" attitude, and emus amuse me because they're so dumb - they'll eat anything, the poor buggers.

Sharks are a problem. And recently you have to swim with blue bottle jellyfish (aka. Portuguese man-of-war, or "them little bloody stinging blue bastards"). I try and save a jellyfish a day. But its a tiring and unthanked charity. Please, if you see a jelly fish, pick him up. If I was a pathetically obnoxious poisonous blob of blue helplessness I would want someone to do that for me!

Age is an irrelevant elephant.

Besides long bike rides in the arvo sun, I enjoy Skulduggery Pleasant and drawing. Seriously, how cool is a skeleton detective? It's super sub-zero cool, and getting colder with each novel!

I like getting comments on stuff I write, and I always make sure to try and return the consideration!

T'would be all I have to say! Till the next ramblings!

2013, April 25 - "ANZAC"

It's 3:50pm, Thursday here in Australia. I don't know what time it is for everyone else out there - probably a Wednesday.

But I'd be guessing.

Today is ANZAC day, where we all get together and mourn the loss of our brave soldiers who fought in a lot of different wars over the years and died so that kids everywhere would be able to get out of school for a whole day, or have to wake up at 5am for the dawn march - its Autumn at the moment. And I'm Australian. And it's cold.

It's a recipe for disaster.

There's a few hundred of us teens all sitting in a tight emperor penguin formation down by the river, teeth chattering like beers being clinked together in celebration, eyes watering like the stupid fountain at the memorial park, and noses as red as Satan himself. Some old guy is telling us about his life, a dog barks at the flowers being thrown into the air and a bugle starts playing. It pierces the sleep from everyone's ears.

The teachers look pretty dead - dead in the eyes, like their bodies are here but their minds are elsewhere. But those dead eyes are automatically locked on us, daring us to do something wrong. Daring us to laugh or giggle at what the Veteran is struggling to say so early in the morning.

But honestly, no-one can give a damn.

It's too cold! It's too early!

Then a wild wind blows and upturns the marquee and the balloons and stuff that were going to be released go up into the air like mad doves on a bid for freedom and get whipped away by the wind in a matter of minutes.

And THAT made my day. And EVERYONE laughed. It was worth getting up at 5 in the morning to see.

And hey, I'm Aussie, I'm pretty lax about being respectful and stuff, haha!

But we are all due in for detention for acting like a pack laughing seals.