The Upside of Down

House Mates

2012-01-20T00:15:00.001+11:00

My sister and I just had a new house mate move in with us. If you've been reading for a while you probably know that I have quite an aversion to people so it's not been particularly pleasant.

I feel like my house has been completely invaded and I hate being told what to do in my own home. My bedroom has been taken over and my house is a mess and I can't even clean it. I honestly cannot wait until we move again. I want to pull hair out.

I slightly wish Uni would go back quicker. I slightly agree with my sister who just wants to disappear overseas.I wonder if I just should never live with other people, I just get annoyed at their quirks, like asking me every five minutes how to spell a word. Or telling me what they are going to put in the house when we move because "their stuff is better". Right now I'm probably just complaining but I really am not sure how I'll survive a year.Let alone any more than that.

***

If you wanna give me a second chance

Well don't. Don't. Don't.

There's so many things

I could have said to make it better

But I won't. Won't. Won't.

Dearest...

2012-01-07T20:13:00.001+11:00

Dear World,

Today, I feel like hating you. That's all.

~Jassie

***

I'm Way Cool At Hammocks

2011-12-18T16:04:00.000+11:00

I spent my last week doing this.

Because I'm awesome like that. I wasted a bunch of money and have a completely messy house. But I got to do this as well...

And chill in a hammock that's meant for someone half my size...

Yeah, I got rained on not too long after that, it was rather annoying.

What else is annoying is not being able to download movies until like 3am.

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I hate the world. I feel like I know nothing about everything I thought I did. I know nothing about the people who I know. And I know that seems unfair because I know that I don't tell anyone a thing, but I feel cheated when I find things out. I hate that I can't seem to forget the little things that bother me, and I feel so fucked up. The world sucks. Maybe I suck.

I'm going to go watch the Lion King. Cause I feel like being a child.

***

"Stab my back,

It’s better when I bleed for you.

Walk on me,

There never was enough to do."

Dana

2011-12-04T15:17:00.001+11:00

I'm a little obsessed with this song right now...

I think it's because it reminds me of something, and what gets me is I don't know what it makes me remember. Songs like that bug me.

I like remembering that this makes me think if my 13th birthday. Of a time when things were so much different. And then I have a song that reminds me of further back, of when I was about 11 and it makes me think of a certain book I was reading, I don't even know what the book was but I can picture when I first heard the song. And it's crazy.

Also the song above is pretty amazing so I'd probably listen to it anyway, it just irks me that I don't know. I think it reminds me of dancing, but that doesn't make sense.

Bah, I need to go watch more Inuyasha and get more caffeine into me.

***

Any dolt with half a brain

Can see that humankind has gone insane

To the point where I don’t know if I’ll upset the status quo

If I throw poison in the watermain

Fuck the Holidays.

2011-11-26T23:15:00.000+11:00

I abhor holidays. They fucking suck. While I'm sitting here watching InuYasha and trying to not be bored out of my mind I realise I still have like 4 months left of this bullshit. I need to do something exciting.

I did go to Bathurst, ha I always go to Bathurst. I got to catch up with people though, which can always be good. I get to do shit like this. Yeah that's my epic cool jesters hat, and a laughing dolphin. I'm way cool.

I just realised while I was going through the pictures from Bathurst that I have photos of last years Christmas. That's another thing that sucks, Christmas. I completely butchered a chicken at Christmas last year, turns out I shouldn't be allowed to cut that shit up. My bad.

What shits me even more is now that I live in a bigger town there are more people to piss me off when they can't buy their Christmas shit earlier. I kind of hate people. And Christmas.

This has turned out to be rather whiny. Bleh. I've got to go back and edit some old blogs for fun. Teach people not to be so narcissistic.

That's all.

***

Tell me lies I won’t believe

Just don’t wake me when you leave

Come on over

Kick me to the ground

Kiss me when I’m down

Mistake

2011-09-28T00:32:00.009+10:00

I don't like mistakes. I don't like making them and I don't like seeing other people make them. I hate admitting mistakes even more.

I hate putting myself in a position where I will almost certainly do something I'll think was a mistake, I hate when other people do it for me.

I'm feeling hateful this week. I think I've been feeling hateful for the last few posts. I have an art assignment due. We have costume rehearsal in two days and I need to paint my backdrop. I can't paint. It will be interesting. I hate my art assignment.

I watch the people I converse with, am acquaintances of, I don't even know how to describe them, I'd say friends but we don't act like it, I watch them get closer to each other and I wonder if it should bother me more that everyone seems to be getting on and I try and isolate myself from them. Am I too bitter?

I went to Sydney this past weekend to catch up with old friends. It made me want to run further, it made me want to be blunt to people. It made me want to think of petty revenge just because I could. I find things exhausting. It's hard to see them.

My sopio cards came the other day. I forgot I ordered them. I was heaps happy when I saw them in my mail. Now I just need to find people to amuse me enough to draw a card for me.

Things should be easier.

***

I don’t know your face anymore.

‘Cause you are so far gone.

All my rage and scorn,

Let it off.

Where I Be a Bitter Douche

2011-09-19T13:49:00.000+10:00

I blog because I hate the world. I hate the world because I socialise with people who annoy me. I just told someone that if it wasn't for my amazing love of myself I probably would have thrown myself off a bridge or something because of how mean they are. They reckon they aren't that mean, this is the person who constantly reminds me I'm different, and weird and feel nothing. Obviously I feel something, anger. Anger at their utter foolishness. I honestly can't wait for the 5 month break we're about to go on, perhaps they'll delete me again.

I wish Uni was over, but I don't want the holidays. Holidays bore me. I have nothing to do. I need to find work, I've been saying that for too long.

I'm going to Sydney this weekend, that's how much I want to do my Uni work. I'm meeting up with people who'll leave me be like most people tend to do. I want to just run. Drop everything and run. Uni was running, I didn't run far enough, I went back. I went back to the place I never wanted to see again. I came to a place where I never want to see people again. People are brutal, more brutal than high school cat fights. I don't like real life. I run from everything.

I'm drowning and they don't even notice. I snap and I scream at them and I show too much. It got personal before and they just brushed it aside. I'm bitter and hateful and it's the only way to deal. I can hate everything and it's just because I'm a bitch, there's no underlying reason, I want that to be true. I want to be able to tell them I don't know the reason but there must be one, stop brushing aside my bitterness and wishing for the plastered on smile. I hate it.

When will this day end. I want to go home to my quiet room.

***

Life's a bitch and then you die

Tough luck if it happens to you

Life's a bitch and then you die

So what if it happens to you

Mec Dolnadles

2011-09-01T23:49:00.000+10:00

I spoke to a girl today who couldn't spell McDonalds. She asked me if I knew what mec dolnadles was and then was shocked when I didn't. I find it ridiculous that when the words are all over the sign it can still be possible for it to be misspelt. Is it poor of me to think that this is something that the average person should be able to spell?

I've been doing nothing. I finished prac a week ago, it was heaps awesome, and right now I'm meant to be writing up my evaluation on everything. I don't think I'll pass. I'm meant to be doing an art assignment as well. That's due first. I've got so much to do and all I do is bum around and play pool and connect four with strangers, simply because I can.

I hate holidays, there's simply nothing good to do, and apparently I've somehow pissed off one of the few people I'd actually care to see. It beats me how I even managed to do that since I haven't spoken to them in quite some time. I'm so sick of having to hear shit like that from other people though. If such and such is mad why can't they grow some balls and tell me themselves. Don't be a bitch about it.

Apparently I managed to annoy someone else by not getting mad at them for contacting me at 2am. I'm meant to get angry and scream at them for not waking me up and for amusing me with drunk messages. I don't understand people. I don't think I want to to be honest. Some of humanity is ridiculous.

***

The truth hurts much more than any story I'd confide,

Whoever said words cannot hurt, they lied

Upside Down is not Right Side Up

2011-08-14T16:33:00.000+10:00

Casually chilling on my balcony, looking into my neighbours backyard. Yes, I'm a mad creeper. I should be doing an assignment. It's way hard. I don't know what to write about verbs, or how to make teaching verbs into an enjoyable lesson.Verbs hate me, I hate verbs. I hate lesson plans even more.

I was meant to stay up last night and work on it. Instead I play connect four with strangers, because I'm just that amazing. I want to do that right now. But this has to be done in the next 6 hours. I feel screwed. I'm not organised and it's horrible. I have absolutely no idea what to do with this thing.

Everything is topsy turvy and scattered. I don't know anything. I don't care about it either. I should, I really should. I feel like I'm dropping, I can't even tell. I put myself into a mood where I don't care and nothing matters at all and I know that can't be good.

I now have to finish this assignment, and hope that I pass because it means the difference between sitting this whole subject again or not. And I don't feel like doing it all again. Especially not this.

***

I know I'm not broken

A little cracked

But still I'm not broken

I wanna laugh but I think that I'm choking on reality

Reality Is Imaginary

2011-08-11T06:38:00.000+10:00

If you lie enough to yourself you end up believing the lie. You don't know the difference between a lie an reality. And it all doesn't matter because reality is imagination. What's real? Are you still lying to someone if you truly believe it's not a lie?

It's 3AM and this post has been lying dormant for 2 days now. I'm meant to be writing an essay arguing the why's of NAPLAN and standardised testing, and I'm supposed to be writing 3 lesson plans to teach to small children. I feel in over my head, and yet with 3 cans of V and texts from someone I'd long written off as being ignorant not one bit of it matters. The essay will be done, the plans will be done, and on Monday, I will be in a kindergarten class and teaching them the joys of the world.

Has it really been 4 months since I last wrote? It doesn't seem that long. I'd like to tell you that I'll update better now that I have real internet. I'd like to say that I'm beginning to care, but if I'm being really honest if I didn't have as much energy running through me right now I would probably be staring at a blank wall uncaring. Maybe I might update more regularly, however it makes it hard when everything I post can put me at risk. I can't post about my prac, I'm not supposed to post about Uni, I can't complain about how having three lecturers who tell you to write different things on your essay is a complete pain in the arse. And I certainly can't talk about sex where anyone can read it.I do mean read, because we still talk about it as casually as I used to write about it.

I still have at least 650 words to write in a ridiculous essay and it's almost 6AM and time for me to go to Uni. I am quite doubtful I will pass this assignment. I am quite doubtful that I mind. I probably should.

***

I'm on the edge,

Get against the wall,

I'm so distracted,

I love to strike you

Tied Together With A Smile

2011-04-29T11:23:00.000+10:00

I feel like I'm just floating right now, like nothing is actually real. I have so much to do and I'm just pushing it all back and pretending it doesn't exist. Nothing makes sense any more, I found out one of the few people I actually class as decent is nothing but a complete tool and that they were purposely trying to annoy me. Part of me feels that since I found this out I should play along for fun, but I don't really have it in me to care right now, I'm just tired, completely. Sometimes people make me want to just drink myself to oblivion.

On another note, I went through my room the other day; I threw out pretty much everything that was from school - I really do think I had a dozen trees in there - and generally just packed up anything that I didn't particularly care about right now. But while I was doing it I learnt some fun stuff:

-I really don't like red pen
-Or the words attempt and effort
-Class is a great time for drawing penises or tallying up how many tantrums people throw in one lesson
-Little Red Riding Hood was a whore who got mad at the wolf for saying no.
-You shouldn't write English ftl on an English assessment.
-I was a sadist who didn't know how to end a story with a HEA (Amongst the ones I found were Annie, who died after going over a cliff unable to scream because her lips were sewn shut and she had a tattoo given to her saying she was a horrible person. Then Sally who blew everything up because people annoyed her.).
-Putting the words "men and women will never be equal" in an assignment to give to a feminist probably isn't a good idea.

I found so many fun things. I really wonder how I passed high school. It was generally spent doing nothing in classes and bumming at home or sleeping. Pity I can't get through Uni that way.

***

I've bundled up all of these fears inside

And I've bottled up all of this pain

And no-one or nothing can take this away

But I won't let it happen again

"Bitches be Flocking"

2011-04-21T19:14:00.001+10:00

I've been meaning to write for quite some time. In fact half of this has been sitting in my drafts for almost a week. However I have been bumming and working on Uni shit so never got around to hitting post.

These days I'm either sleeping, reading or doing some bullshit assignment. It's excellent, and they went and took my coke price up so I can't even buy mass amounts of that to not go insane.

I got to make this for an assignment the other day

It's meant to be a game about the solar system or some horrible shit like that. That's just my plan, I didn't take any decent photos of it after I built it. It ended up on a falling apart piece of cardboard that was an old assignment and attached to the back of a puzzle. Maybe my teacher won't be able to tell that from the pictures.

I found this game in the shed when Mum and I cleared it out. I made it when I was like 13, the aim of the game is just like pin the tail on the donkey, except with a penis, I actually found the penis lolly we used attached to it, which is slightly gross.

The game board

The lolly that was used.

Here's some pictures of when I went out as well. One of the boys started drinking vodka at about 7.30 and didn't finish until about 3. He thought it would be fun for us to walk 10km's home, at 3am, in the freezing cold, up a hill. We got halfway to his place and gave up, we did get 3am Macca's though. One of the others was so smashed he thought doing the robot was a cool dance move, and told everyone how "the bitches be flocking to this shit". Seriously don't know why I know these people.

This was taken when we were still out

Multiple times he was told he looked like a doctor.

This was on the walk home, just before they realised how drunk they were and how bloody cold it was and we called a cab.

He doesn't know that he's standing behind him doing that, he just thought it was fun to walk along with his hands in the air.

Now this has turned into a damned essay, so I'm off to rearrange my room, and find some microwaveable food.

***

Darlin,

you're hiding in the closet once again

start smiling

I know you're trying

real hard not to turn your head away.

Misconceptions

2011-03-12T11:49:00.000+11:00

Someone told me the other day they were glad they got to see who I really was. Generally I get laughs when people tell me things like this. This one was merely confusing. Mostly people say stuff like that when they want to imply they figured out I wasn't going to pretend to be nice to them if I hate them.

Yet I don't appreciate when someone tells me that who I really am is an excessively happy person and I'm just hiding it for laughs. So every time I got mad at them for annoying me I can imagine what I wanted to say was something like "Thanks for the distraction, I wasn't trying to work on that assignment due tomorrow". I'm sure even if I said it in a completely sarcastic tone they'd think I was serious.

Is it really that hard to believe that perhaps I'm just an arsehole and enjoy it. That I don't want to run around like I'm on crack constantly. I don't feel that seeing something once means that is necessarily the way things are. People have this need to see what they want, without thinking things through. Nothing is different from how they perceive.

"You put up walls and paint them all a shade of gray"

Unchanged

2011-03-03T21:11:00.000+11:00

It's been quite some time. Almost two months. I started Uni back up a few days ago, I can't say it's any more exciting than it was last year.

I hate that someone who deemed me not good enough as friends on facebook thinks it's okay for us to chat like we're best mates. Yet they see nothing wrong with that.

I hate that they want me to rely on a cheap plastic card to pay for the bus rather than hand them money because it makes more effort. Though the bus ride itself is excellent, I get to have awesome conversations about anime and dungeons and dragons, and just why people seem to think I'm weird.

Getting up at 6 isn't really my particular idea of fun, but I can't honestly complain.

Nothing else has happened, it's been two months and I spent them sitting on my couch and reading. I will get back to here soon.

Do You Know

2011-01-08T22:20:00.000+11:00

I think being honest can sometimes make me a douche.

I also think I should care, but when in telling someone the truth it makes me genuinely laugh, I can't find it in me to care.

Maybe I should. Perhaps I'm being selfish. I simply don't mind that.

I started writing this post more than a week ago. I want to put up photo's of Christmas and New Years, but I don't have any. It was quiet. Quiet is a good thing.

I put a tree up, that was enough Christmas spirit on my behalf.

To be honest I can't say I've done anything at all since last time. Simply because I don't do anything. I sit around mostly reading. I'm actually waiting for Uni to go back because I'm so damn bored. I wish it would flood again.

My sister seems to think that I'm some sort of horrid person, of the two people I associated with at Uni one has now deleted me as a friend, I should be bothered by this. Instead I see it as some form of achievement. Is it my fault that I'm so anti-social.

Some would argue that it is. I would argue that I don't really care. People are nuisances.

***

And Abigail gave everything she had to a boy

Who changed his mind and we both cried

'Cause when you're fifteen and somebody tells you they love you

You're gonna believe them

Party Time

2010-12-18T03:27:00.000+11:00

This is just some photo's from Mum's 50th.

Just a cool photo that I took.

Family photo.

Mum's friend Jo in Mum's glasses.

Dayne in Mum's glasses.

Alcohol level

A chair that got in the way

If you read my twitter feed that night you know what a hilarious night it really was. Now to only get her to do it again next year.

"It's A Title"

2010-12-18T03:18:00.000+11:00

I really have been lazy lately. It's not like I haven't done anything at all. No, I've done pretty much all of my Christmas shopping, that isn't getting done online anyway. I've been to Bathurst and back, again, which I'll put some nice photos up of soon. We even had some really cool floods here not too long ago. Things are anything but boring, yet I'm still extremely bored.

Someone I used to call a friend texted me today. I'm sure he was drunk at the time. I'm also pretty sure that he was coerced into doing it. None of that is the point, the point is I don't understand why he keeps doing it. No matter how many times I kick while he's down he comes back for more. Even I don't believe I'm awesome enough for this. In fact I think I'm far from it. I'm much too apathetic about things and a complete bitch where ever it concerns him. I'll never understand people.

Like how a week ago I got told I couldn't keep secrets. The funny thing is that offends me slightly because when it concerns others this is one thing I'm capable of doing. I can't stand how people get mad when you don't assume something is a secret. It bugs me because I may tell everyone any damn thing they ask about me but when others ask me not to tell things I don't. I wish this didn't make me more apathetic to people's feelings but it really does.

I can't even find it in myself to care that I told my brother half truths about things I wish he'd stop bring up. Part of me wants to tell him a full truth and see if he ever brings it up again.

It's Christmas in a week, and my blogoversary in 3 days. I highly doubt I'll write much for either. I'll try though. I usually give a nice cynical Christmas post and say how much I dislike the holiday. This year I made my sister buy a tree. Simply because I could. And I'm wrapping presents in Happy Birthday paper. It makes things less holiday like, plus I'm too lazy to buy any other form of wrapping paper.

Since it's past 3AM and I haven't even finished half of what I needed to get done tonight I'm going to head. If I don't write anything before, have an epic awesome consumerist driven Christmas. I sure will.

***

Surrounded by darkness
and I've seen how heartless
The world can be

I'm A Spiteful Loner

2010-11-27T02:50:00.000+11:00

I just felt I would share some awesome quiz results that I got.

Enjoy.

You are the Spiteful Loner, the personality type that is most likely to go on a shooting rampage. In high school, you were probably that kid who wore all black and who sat alone in a corner of the lunch room, drawing pictures of dead babies. You are a rational person and tend to hold emotions in very low-esteem; not only that, but you are also rather introverted, meaning you probably bury any emotions you feel deep inside yourself, like all of the bodies in your backyard. Combine these traits with your dislike of others and your brutality, and it seems that you would be quite likely to shoot innocent people in a rampage. Most likely, you also have low self-esteem. Hell, I get low self-esteem just looking at you. This is only yet one more incentive to go on a shooting rampage, because you wouldn't care if you died as a result. Granted, you probably haven't gone on a shooting rampage and probably never will, but all the motivations are there. All you need is for someone to push you over the edge, calling you names and belittling you. Like me. But don't shoot me. I have a 101 mile-long knife, you know. In conclusion, your personality is defective because you are too introverted, brutal, insecure, and rather unemotional. No wonder no one hangs around you, you morbid, cold-hearted freak!

(*gasp* Does that mean that I am devoid of emotion).

It made me laugh. Almost as much as AVPS, which I'm going to go back to watching. Here's a picture as well.

That is all.

Things go wrong

Sometimes we fall

The world turns

And we move along

This Year

2010-11-24T01:42:00.000+11:00

It's November.

It's almost the end of the year.

I wanted to do a lot of things this year.

I meant to update this. I meant to do a lot of things on it.

Half of them mean nothing to me any more.

This year I moved. I thought running would make things better.

It didn't.

I thought that Uni would be excellent.

It wasn't. There were people. I don't deal so well with them.

I meant to keep in touch with people after school.

Instead I gave up caring.

By now I'd hoped to have a job.

Rather I'm broke.

Just this year I meant to do a lot of things. But this year I didn't. I spent most of it sleeping and running away and trying to hide from things that were and still are just too hard. I read too much smut. I need to do something constructive.

And perhaps I will.

Next year.

And all the kings horses and all the kings men

couldn't put me back together again

So I laid in broken pieces on the floor

So don't come back for more

Silence

2010-11-15T01:41:00.000+11:00

I keep meaning to write, and I keep putting it off thinking I'll just do it tomorrow. I never do.

I spent the last 3 weeks in Bathurst. I can't say it was overly great. I spent most of my time sitting at my Mum's, I caught up with one person. I spent my time wasting money. I spent more money there in 3 weeks then I would in 3 weeks at home. It was mostly on books. Books that I haven't even started to read. I'm just being lazy.

I honestly can say that I've done nothing of excitement since I last posted. I can also honestly say I don't care.

I passed Uni. That means I have four more years of it. I was slightly agitated that I didn't do as well in maths as I would have liked.

Our "backyard" flooded yesterday. Was pretty cool. Looked like this.

Would have been cooler if it had of actually come in the back door.

I need to clean, I need to sleep, and I need to catch up on reading. I'll post sometime.

As I burn another page,

As I look the other way.

I still try to find my place

Time Well Spent

2010-10-30T17:33:00.000+11:00

Bathurst. Again. It seems I always come here. No-one comes to me. I've spent too much time doing nothing, and still managing to spend way too much money. I just bought 15 books for $20, simply because I could. I still have books waiting for me to read at home. I'm too bored.

Uni finished just about a week ago. I have nothing to do. I need to job hunt. I need to do something. I went and saw my doctor the other day, he wasted an hour of my life only to tell me that "the pain you've been in for 6 months is nothing, there's nothing wrong with you". And then that it wasn't bad enough to do any test to find out what it was. I feel I should praise his stupidity.

Even after 2 weeks I still have nothing at all to say. I probably won't have anything to say for a while. I need to go back to reading my Dramione story and downloading music.

I have no idea
Where those weeks gone went.
Yet I know that it’s time well spent.

All I Wanted Was A Car

2010-10-13T15:52:00.000+11:00

I had what was pretty much my last Uni lesson yesterday, and I had to sit through the torture of a conversation about having a car. Considering I was the only person in the room without a licence, and with no plans to get one any time soon, I think they were biased when things like this were thrown around.

"You're just relying on other people to take you everywhere"

"How can you feel independent without a licence"

"Public transport isn't available everywhere"

"What about when you have kids, how are they going to get to school and to things like ballet (funnily she did actually say ballet)"

"If you have an emergency and have to go to the hospital how will you get there"

Perhaps all of them are valid points. Or maybe these people are just fools who are too dependent on having a licence that they can't cope without them. Perhaps my fight would have been taken seriously if I didn't answer with things like "Oh noes, I don't have independence without a licence" and "Yeah, I'm full going to be taking my child to ballet".

What annoyed me even more was that they started saying things like "Your husband isn't going to be able to drive you places all the time"..."Well fuck, that's why I'm marrying him".

People are much too dependent on cars, it's not like I'm about to move to the middle of nowhere, though with people like these isolation sure sounds fine to me.

On a completely unrelated note, we watched some movie that the lecturer wanted us to write our feelings about. If you read anything on here, I don't feel much. It's hard to write "oh yeah that made me angry when they hurt this person" when in reality I was thinking how the train that was made in high school was mostly accurate. Or while I'm pretending not to laugh when people cringe at something bad, I just don't understand what made it cringe worthy. These people need to get some Saw into them. Or perhaps bothered to pay attention in History when they showed us these things.

***

Everything has changed

Faces stayed the same

Dear,

2010-10-06T01:28:00.001+11:00

Well this is going to be heaps of fun. I feel like getting mad at, everything, I suppose. Because all I am these days is angry.

I'm angry that I got home and found half eaten food in my fridge. Simply because they didn't like the taste of it. I'm angry that the same people lectured me about rudeness.

I wonder why I bother tutoring anyone in anything, because as much as I love it I can't stand to see people not listen and just copy the work off someone else. I hate that they get mad at me when I ask if they even understand what they just copied, when I know that in 2 weeks when they have their final exam I'll be teaching them the exact same stuff over again. And I don't like teaching to people who don't want to learn.

Everything is mundane these days. Everything people do I get mad at. It's irrational, it's silly, it's not entirely me. I got mad at someone the other day for trying to joke with me. I got mad because someone suggested something I didn't like. I just can't help but be mad at everyone. Especially myself.

I want to do a puzzle, but I'm bored with puzzles. I can't sleep but my body is exhausted. I have a major essay due in 4 days but I don't even care. It's like not even the major things matter.

People think I'm devoid of emotion, perhaps I'm just devoid of caring to show it. It would require too much effort.This has become a major amount of angst. I'm still hitting post.

Send me to the grave with the old age question,

How'd I get into this beautiful mess?

And it was never my intention and never my style

Everything about you was worth my while.
~Beautiful Mess~

Home

2010-10-03T23:57:00.000+11:00

I've been meaning to blog for about a week and a half. Ever since someone told me I was being rude for not accepting food when I was full. Then I just didn't blog because I was mad.

I'm back in Bathurst this weekend. That was the shittest decision I've ever made. Not that I didn't have fun - Twas good seeing you JBII - It was just that by the end of this trip I've kind of had horrible reminders of why I left this town, and it hurts my face to fake a smile so much. Then I just get annoyed that the people I came with don't realise that because they think I'm devoid.

Perhaps I am devoid of emotion. Though I can't imagine it. I merely don't feel these people need to see anything emotive.

I met the guy one of my friends is completely in love with, he's the reason we came to Bathurst, it was his birthday. I'm accustomed to the people I hang around, but I can't stand that they made a fake profile and hit on this guy just to find out what he was really like. You just don't mind fuck people for fun.

All weekend I have heard "Rape me Sarah": and "Sarah wants a cracker" both being sung through the house. I'm tired of having these songs in my head. I'm tired of these people knowing that I took 3 V's - and would do it again - and having them make jokes about it. Frustrated that these people have known me so little yet still are scared when I pick up a knife. And I can't decide whether Cinty makes me smile or get annoyed. It's better than continuously being told I'm devoid. It's better than my Uni work. Uni is boring. I have an essay I don't want to deal with, and a maths assignment that I simply was too bored with to care.

I'm sorry, that this is so melancholy, and that I can't right anything happier. I'll just get mad and letter blog tomorrow.

Here's some pictures from my Bathurst trip.

These are the people I spent the last couple days with. All of them were drunk. You can't really see one of them. She wouldn't pose for photos.

This is why you should never try and lock me out. I just break in using anything I can. (This was taken off with a knife)

This was why I was even trying to break in. They wanted to put shaving cream in the birthday boys hair.

That's the before and after of the guys kitchen. I spent like an hour cleaning that shit. And now it's just a mess again. I seriously am beginning to question why I get accustomed. And I'll be back in this "amazing" town.

Polly wants a cracker

I think I should get off her first

I think she wants some water

To put out the blow torch

Pokeball Cake.

2010-09-24T18:39:00.003+10:00

If you don't know what a pokeball is I really hope you stop reading now.

Riannon cooked me these the other day. It took like 4 days because she didn't have the real stuff to make them and kind of substituted with stuff that didn't work well.

They're immensely sickening. The insides are frosting and cake, and the outside is white chocolate and more fudge and yellow ink stuff for cakes.

Still they're awesome.

I do believe she should make me more.

And on the theme of pokemon I also believe you should watch this.

These are meant to be cake pops but I refused the sticks. They are meant to be vaguely like this

Happy Hour

2010-09-19T18:40:00.000+10:00

Because my birthday is such a great day to blog.

Guess what I did today. I got to chase around a mouse until 4AM, that, was excellent. I slightly really want to catch and kill the little shit.

I finished my prac the other day. My teacher was the only one who followed the "must hand their assessment back in a sealed envelope thing". Riannon got it open for me to read it. "Apparently" I'm not professional, simply because I was utterly unsocial. I feel that means I am awesome.

Some of the kids made me the cutest cards. I'd show you, but I'm slightly feeling lazy.

I'll do it later. In about week. Next time I bother to write.

And I'm finally learnin

How I was wrong

And it feels so different

High School Never Ends

2010-09-09T23:29:00.000+10:00

I don't say too much about my prac. Simply because I'm still there, and they still have to assess me. But here's just a few of the excellent things that come out of the kids mouths that my sick mind can't help but laugh at.

"No! I'm trying to push it in. Damn, it slipped out again."

"But Miss, I was just trying to make him come!"

And just today, the excellence of the girls who changed the words of California Gurls to this:

"Kiss her
Touch her
Squeeze her teddy bear"

or

"Hanging out
Come on boys
All that grass"

I get that I have a sick mind and they don't understand what's so funny about what they say. But it's kind of too hilarious not to laugh.

It's especially hard not to laugh when you hear the teachers talking about some of the students. My teacher is "scared at the thought that my son could turn out like some of these boys".

We have some awesome children in the class.

I love seeing the girls form cliques even though they're like 8. It makes me laugh watching the children come up with their strange games. And the process that they were going through to do a puzzle, they haven't yet worked out that they can do the edges first and then work from there, that slightly drives me insane.

That is my prac. It's awesome.

The only thing that matters

Is climbing up that social ladder

Still care about your hair and the car you drive

Doesn’t matter if you’re sixteen or thirty-five

Assholes

2010-09-06T20:56:00.001+10:00

I'm an asshole, this I know. I got told it constantly today. Apparently I'm also an asshole of a friend, this I don't know. This confuses me. I keep saying I ran away, that I did. I ran to get away from shit like this, shit like people who by all definitions are tools.

I should apologise for that I haven't post anything slightly decent in days, I don't care. I honestly freaking don't.

People screw each other around, people lie, people do things for their own benefit and disregard others. I hate them. I hate knowing people.I feel smothered yet I miss the company of others.

***

I'm angsty, maybe I should be happy. I watched a movie about "kittens" the other day. It was laughable watching other people get scared. I watched a movie that was so lame that it was funny, but generally that is most moves made in Australia.

I like Uni, general maths and standard English make me smile.

Sleep, makes me happy. I need to do, something.

Were you born an asshole?

Or did you work at it your whole life?

Either way it worked out fine

'cause you're an asshole tonight

It's Like That

2010-09-06T00:32:00.003+10:00

I love taking sheltered people into sex shops. It's just one of few things that really make me smile. I love how they ask questions about what certain things do, and the way they cringe when you tell them.

Most of all though, I love leaving them with the thought of how I know what things do. It's hilarious and it makes me chuckle.

I saw Tomorrow When The War Began the other day. To be fully honest, it was shit. and not just "wow this movie is shit" but laughable shit. So much so that we were lucky not to get kicked out. Especially when I laughed at everyone else almost crying. People don't seem to enjoy that.

I go back to Uni tomorrow, it's going to be absolutely hilarious, two of the kids in my class just got into a fight and hate each other. The sadist I am cannot wait to see that played out.

On that note, here's a picture.

Whether you like pokemon or not, I do believe you need to click on that.

Crash and Burn

2010-09-02T22:28:00.000+10:00

I'm in that mood where I really hate people.

I cannot stand the way they screw everyone else around. The way they are total douches just because they can be. I hate that I can't just be myself and tell them to go screw themselves. Or that I don't know how they can just throw things away like they mean nothing. I hate myself for not being able to understand them better, and I hate them even more because they can't realise that every move is fake.

I really just don't like people.

I want to run. I already ran. Not far enough.

Ignoring the penis cakes, humanity could take a knife like that to the face right now I think.

I'm going to play some Dad n' Me and blast my shitty pop music, because tomorrow, I'm going to claim a padded cell.

I ain't really happy

Unless the sky starts driving rain

Maybe I just get off on the pain

Home

2010-08-31T19:52:00.001+10:00

I went to Bathurst the other day. I didn't see half the people I wanted to or should have. I didn't get photos of anything important and I didn't do anything that really deserved them.

I went to lunch with Sarai, she was the only person who I actually told I was in town. She was one of the few people I went there to see. Next time they can visit me.

It was much too cold. And I was much too tired to care about anything. I did take lots of pictures of my stalker cat. That is all.

I'm glad I'm home. Where it's warm. Where I escaped. It's happy. I miss people. They'll survive.

Sorry for the shortness but I bought Inuyasha and I must watch some before I have to go ~~brainwash~~ teach some small children tomorrow.

Don't you want to change?

I just hope that you'll do it.

What we learned, on Evan Way.

And maybe the best thing to happen now.

Awkward

2010-08-26T23:22:00.000+10:00

I don't believe I can go anywhere without meeting people who are just downright weird. I wrote this the other day, that's just a snippet of the people I call friends at Uni.

Just today Riannon and I went to the movies and we got the same taxi driver we had a couple of weeks ago. Last time he told us about his Hentai collection...

I don't believe I could have lived without knowing this. Then when we got into his cab tonight he started talking to us about the movie and how he'd already seen it because his daughter is in America, only to randomly throw in a line about how his son has a whole hard drive full of porn...but it's not the good porn, no, it's the bad stuff.

Not not only do I know of his love of Hentai, but how his son apparently has bad taste in porn.

Of course, he didn't stop there. He went on to say this...

I slightly wonder how this man has a wife and kids at all.

Then, because I seem to meet the nicest of people, when we walked into the cinemas some random girls asked what we thought of their stolen Reject Shop glasses.

Can't think the night could get any more awkward.

Yes, I thought of you, it all comes too easily

How come I don't see the world like you have?

What am I?

2010-08-20T12:38:00.000+10:00

I just, I don't know anything right now. I'm meant to be writing some silly essay. It's self reflective. You'd think when I write a completely open blog I'd have no trouble at all writing 1200 words about myself. It's the essay part that gets me.

I'm just so exhausted, yet I've done nothing. I think I said last time I was on placement for Uni at a Catholic school (if not you know now), it's just so difficult listening to them shoot down every other religion, and even though I'm not at all close to religious it just frustrates me. Thankfully I've yet to sit through mass. It's great though, it's awesome fun. Though it just exhausts me mentally.

I'm on break from Uni for two weeks, and surprisingly I was thinking I might go home for a couple days. I never wanted to step foot into that town again, ever. People could come visit me, that was my theory, but, I think, I should go. I'll probably be going up with some of the Uni girls later in the year, I need to acclimate myself.

People frustrate me constantly these days, I can't stand when they stop me from doing things that need to be done so I can do something for them. You'd think I would have snapped, I see it as only having to do it for another 9 weeks.

Enjoy.

I'm not sure when I'll post again. I'm trying to get into the habit again.

***

The more I listened in

The more it broke my heart in two

How we talk about a friend

Behind their back the way we do

We Get On

2010-08-09T19:49:00.000+10:00

I feel like I've grown up too unsheltered. I had a friend from Uni stay over the other day and hilarious conversation ensued...

"And he never told me that if I got it wet cum was like PVA glue"

Or the fact that the number 69 was just that until she was at least 15.

It makes me think I knew too much too young. Or she didn't know enough. It's hard to decide.

We got into debate over which it was, and even got someone else involved today. She took the other side. Maybe it's just my skewed perception on things, or maybe it's the school's they were raised in, schools that taught all through "Mummy and Daddy love each other", as opposed to "don't get drunk and have sex".

Still I feel unsheltered, and that, that bothers me. I don't let people make me think I'm wrong.

I think it's because I'm clumsy

I try not to talk too loud

Maybe it's because I'm crazy

I try not to act too proud

Swinging Door

2010-08-02T20:12:00.000+10:00

So sitting here on the stairs because my internet decided not to work anywhere else it just makes me remember why I was mad last night.

I cannot stand when people fight over facebook, it's immature and quite petty. People should keep there hate and annoyances to real life, rather than bitching about each other for everyone to see.

My sister and I moved into a unit the other day, tis excellent, and by that I mean nothing works right. Even my computer, which happens to be making noises like a clock. It's awesome.

I started prac for Uni the other day. It's not particularly what I'm used to, and it makes me uncomfortable to be around a bunch of children in a catholic school. It's going to take a fair bit of getting used to. Like everything else in this silly town.

I honestly have so much more to write, but can't be bothered. Enjoy. I need to update the 20 day challenge. And perhaps to some maths work.

Say Anything

2010-07-21T20:18:00.004+10:00

So today I met the one person I never particularly wanted to have the pleasure of meeting. And it's honestly really hard to hate someone when they're nice to you. It's also particularly funny when they realise that they in fact know you too, and the indecision of what to do with that. I watch people too much, though I can't say there's too much more to do.

I went to the movies the other day. Saw Eclipse, wasn't half bad. I still know that Edward's a vampire, unlike here. Though that time was much funnier. I must say it wasn't as 'erotic', as it was said to be.

I got a place for my sister and I today, finally, and we get to move in next week. I'd upload some pictures but I'm feeling lazy, and I should probably do my homework, and the assignment with the 'stuff we haven't learnt yet', that's kind of really easy things like "What is the hypotenuse of this right angled triangle, use Pythagoras' theorem to find out." *sigh* The assignment for another subject is merely to keep an online blog on the things I learnt on my prac. Or to answer the questions that are put there.

I'm going to find it utmost hilarious if I fail my course. Unless I fail on story writing and grammar, because I'm pretty epic bad at both of them. That wouldn't be cool.

That's got to be about it, I need to go find me some coke and warmth

(Oh, hi to whomever backtracked the last 6 months as well. Amused?)

Did you hear the one about the girl,

Who hid inside her circus world?

Now she wonders what it's all for,

Because it's not funny, any more.

Remember When...

2010-07-15T22:26:00.000+10:00

I remember when I started year 1, and I was so nervous that I cried so much my mother had to take me home*. Starting Uni reminded me of those nerves. It was shocking and I was not looking forward to it, to a degree.

I met up with some friends who were already in Wagga, so we could go out to lunch, which merely just meant us bumming around and talking about nothing at all until the next lecture.

The next lecture where we are videoing with the place I just left to get away from, fortunately I know noone in that class, though some people didn't bother showing up.

Then my only other class is maths. Not even maths where I have to think about things, maths like this (but with bigger squares), and learning how to work with decimals. I understand the reasoning. It's merely a pain.

We have to make a collage for our other lecture, make it, and then post it to their online blog to test out skills with using online posting.

I moved places, while I can't say staying in a pub where the other residents are guys, who think peeing on the floor and walking around in a towel is perfectly acceptable, is all that great, it's still better than being out in the middle of nowhere without a bus, and a bed that my head doesn't particularly like hitting every morning. Also I get to hear "the best" rap music from the irish guys across the hall when they get up at 6 in the morning, and any other time of the day they're here.

Started looking for jobs today, because having no money kind of really sucks, and I'd much rather not run out. Especially since I'm kind of find of the two minute noodles I can make here.

*I asked my Mum about that and she doesn't even remember, I was home for like 3 days because I just cried non stop when they took me to school. In the end they made me cry at school and stay for the day.

There's another point of view

Once you've walked in someone else's shoes

Already Gone

2010-07-09T18:50:00.000+10:00

I'm usually accustomed to titling a blog before I write, but I can't seem to find something that fits. I left two days ago, and currently this...

...is where I'm sleeping. The place where I hit my head in the mornings because it's so small. Completely made for 5 years olds.

This was the trip down, where we thought we were just seeing a casual fog in the little valley below us

But what it really turned out to be was an hour of this. Then that all night. It was like a damned creepy horror movie. Awesome though.

So for the last few days we've been house hunting and getting lost trying to find our way around the Uni. I've been bumming and wasting money, and getting mad at everything because nothing works. It's been just amazing.

Now I have washing to collect and chicken to eat, because I need to eat as much real food as possible before I'm so broke two minute noodles will be awesome.

If I was free

I wouldn't be so keen to go

One More Minute

2010-07-06T21:04:00.000+10:00

I'm getting accustomed to not blogging, and I'm getting accustomed to not doing anything, even though I've been doing things constantly.

In the last week there's been 3 night's out, and they're all people who I care so much about I didn't even tell them I was leaving. I went to another going away party Wednesday. Here's some fun pictures from that.

There was dancing

Then this...

...Became this

There's pictures of everyone else who was on the floor doing this too. Simply because the Top Gear Anthem was on. 'Apparently' this is necessary.

Spot the sober one.

Wheelbarrow rides

So really, apart from me getting mad at everyone for nothing, and trying to throw everything into boxes at the last minute because I was too lazy to do it sooner. I've not been up to much.

I'm getting tired of blogging, and I'm getting tired of everything. I merely wake up that way. It frustrates me more than anything. I may post pictures or something after tomorrow when we decide where we'll be and what we're doing for the next month.

Now I need to watch NCIS and do some puzzles.

I only hope that I made you smile

Maybe more than once in a while.

Ignorance

2010-06-25T16:31:00.000+10:00

You know the people you just want to smash your head against a wall because of. I do. I also really hate those people.

And the people who think they know everything about someone, when really if they stopped to listen they'd merely realise that what they think is completely different to the reality.

Or girls who don't realise that in one simple move they annihilated someone. Or they just pretend like they don't even notice.

So I have this 'thing' tomorrow night, where I have to spend time with people who I mostly wished I'd never see again, and I hate faking a smile and pretending to be civil. And I hate that I have to lie by omission, because I don't think they deserve to know the facts.

I hate that I'm only going so no one does 'accidentally' find out the truth.

Though on the plus side, I do like Ouran High and my new computer. That more than makes up for everything I don't like.

If you're not pissed off at the world

Than you're just not paying attention

This Masquerade

2010-06-20T17:23:00.000+10:00

Naomi's party was last night, so here's some fun pictures from that. It was a masquerade theme, but I don't think I'll put too many masked photo's up. Not much else has been happening and I really do have better things to do.

This is the card Bettie gave to her. It seems all nice and innocent.

But really, it's sadistic and hilarious

The birthday girl, with Halie and Roxanne. All showing off their tongue piercing.

The birthday cake. Notice that two of the heads have holes in them from children.

Children who couldn't wait to get their hands on the cake.

Me with child. It kept wanting to spin and spin. It never got dizzy. Unlike me, who nearly fell over.

Bettie with a penguin I won her the other day from a skill tester. She now owes me a fox.

That's all really, I could show you pictures of my cupboard...

Before I had to pull every last bit of it down. It looks bare without it.

And really that's most of what's happened.

Little Moments

2010-06-14T19:38:00.000+10:00

I couldn't even begin to know what to blog about. So here's just some stuff that I've been doing.

The boys convinced me to go bowling tonight. And by convinced I mean ~~drugged and dragged~~ held me to a promise I made ages ago.

I hit them up a few days ago to ask if they bowled today, and Pete was all like yeah, of course, so I rocked up only to find out they weren't. I was oh so happy. Anyway, I hung around to watch the two of them bowl, and some small children. And without them even realising, got to watch the most hilarious pissing contest over things that didn't even really matter.

Other than that, enjoyment, not much has happened, I started packing last night, worst thing ever. Thank god for my ipod, because I just packed away all my music and movies.

I went out the other night, to the worst place in the world, silly nightclub, the only hilarious thing was watching some guy get beat up for insulting some guy's (who was pretty openly gay) girlfriend, and the absolute stupidity and obliviousness of females. Dancing became a complete spectator thing, and laughing at people was excellent.

Now, enjoy the shitness of the post because it may be a while before the next. I have way to much stuff to do. Like, go to bed.

When A Bloke Gets Married

2010-06-07T00:48:00.000+10:00

So around a year ago I complained about a wedding. We finally got the professional photo's for it. I suppose, here's some of them.

The bride

The groom.

Riannon, mum, me.

Riannon and I

Riannon

The group of people who were halfway to getting ready.

And well yeah, that's all, there's so many more, but we haven't got the other half yet. I shall upload those when we get them I s'pose.

Now, I need sleep.

Flowers Are Red

2010-06-05T11:54:00.000+10:00

I fell off a ladder today. 2 metres in the air and straight onto a hardwood floor. It kind of hurt, a lot. Still does actually. I'm pretty darned awesome.

So I have quite a few photo's that I should upload, but in all honesty I don't want to. I will, generally in about, tomorrow morning probably, since typing anything sort of hurts a lot right now.

Here's a photo of my cat though...

She's under the impression that my computer is her seat. Along with my bed, and my couch. And my lap; which she like to claw holes in. She's pretty darned epic.

Mmkay, so I guess I should upload those photos. The first are from the trip to Hill End and the others are from the concert the other night.

My awesome fashion skills.

Top left, if you look hard enough, there's gold.

Getting shown how it's done.

The pub

Kasey signing the arse of a doll of herself. Just before this one I asked her to sign the eyeball of a frog.

Kasey singing

Shane singing.

That's all that's been happening really. 'Cept me falling off a ladder, don't do it, it's painful. Now I'm off to play some Guitar Hero, and hope like hell that that doesn't kill my wrist even more.

Bleh

2010-05-27T23:32:00.000+10:00

Kind of found this just lying around.

I don't much feel like blogging recently.

Mainly because everything just feels like shit. And I think you need to know this.

Yeah I'm fucking cynical, I'm obnoxious, but hell, I'm not kind, I'm nowhere near kind. The reason I refuse to get that mad is because I was that pissed off like two days before. It frustrates me like crazy, I hate being so mad that even you probably can't calm me down, and hell I'd never even ask you to calm me because I'd feel like I was monopolising your time, I feel like that whenever I start a conversation with you. So now that I am getting that worked up again, fuck you.

I think I'm hiatus, just, well, only posting on weekends because there's these parties coming up so I'll throw on some pictures then disappear again. Simply so I'm not putting my fucked up shit onto the blogging world, noone else needs that burden.

Oh and if you two are fucking, or some shit, I don't want to be involved in your shit. Fuck, this is the only time you've bothered to lift a fucking finger to do shit when it comes to a party,

And Her Eyes Were Blue

2010-05-25T12:53:00.001+10:00

It's always the weirdest things that remind me I need to blog. Tonight it was watching Glee and trying to concentrate on reading fanfiction. Surprisingly I couldn't. I couldn't even concentrate on writing this for more than a few minutes, I was too awake.

You know what I love about sleeping, it makes you forget, I sleep so much, or so little depending on the day and days just run into each other so much that 3 hours ago seems like 3 weeks ago, and reality seems like it doesn't exist. I honestly think that's a good thing.

I had two parties just the other night, Saturday actually, Sarai's was dress up we turned up an hour early and nobody else was there. We made it awesome fun though. Here's all the friends that turned up

Big turnout. Well at least for that hour anyway. Got to love that someone uninvited and hated by Sarai showed up at the party and just casually came in and talked to people. How I love ignorance.

Then was B-rad's. That was epic. Unfortunately I don't have a video of us paddock bashing, with Richard's epic cool driving skill, and four of us in the non back seat of the car. Also unfortunately after half a litre of vodka and the car in the hands of no licence, this happens.

Still was an awesome night though. Even after we got yelled at for 'hypothetically' discussing the situation. Man that shit was hilarious. As was the awkward silence until one of the boys came out with "so the sharks vs eels game".

With three people asleep on the trampoline, facing on a downwards slope, four of the boys having what Bettie called a meat fest. They were all sitting in this,

the tent inside the tent, when Bettie went up to told them to come dance. Then I drew a penis on on one of the guys cars which formed ice on it over night. One person sleeping in the back of a ute which didn't even begin to keep out the cold. And me, who went up and talked to one of the guys until like 6 and then came down, downed 3 cans of V, waited until everyone woke up in their grumpy mood and proceeded to bounce off the walls. I recall calling one guy a serial killer, we're now facebook friends. Win! Also I scared Bettie with my capability to bend my thumbs

Unfortunately by that time I'd also pulled the eyes off my shoes because I got bored bouncing on the trampoline. And they refused to give me coffee, for some reason I'm still not entirely sure of. Here they are, all enjoying their coffee

And here they exiled me, simply because "I'd already had 3 cans of V and what would I be like with coffee"

Well, they found out. I believe I signed B-rad's signature book with

"Brad, Brad, Brad, Brad, Brad. I had too much V. Yay! Happy Birthday. Have an awesome day!"

in almost illiterate scrawl.

Apparently, my aversion to wearing jumpers and feeling the cold, makes other people cold by looking at me. Maybe they shouldn't look at me.

On that note, massive Happy Birthday shout outs go to Sarai and to B-rad for a really amazing night, even through all the drama and awkwardness, it really was fun. Enjoy being 18. And to Dayne, because his birthday was the same day. This has gotten way to long and I need to go steal photos like these

I may or may not be also going to find a Twilight 'related' parody.

Grey

2010-05-19T23:30:00.000+10:00

I've not really been up to much. Nothing unusual really. I went and saw JB II the other day, it wasn't as awkward as I figured visiting him would be, on my part anyway. Though I guess lately not much bothers me. I think I just gave up caring when I gave up doing anything. I can't say I'm all that surprised.

Visiting him convinced me I should probably say something to T3E after this. It's not that I want to befriend him again, because after his 'accidentally' telling things that he knew he wasn't meant to, and then turning it back and blaming me, I don't think it would be right, merely I think I should call a truce with him, since we will eventually end up in the same room as each other, and maybe thank him. Simply because he reckons I'm going to pick a fight with him when we see each other and well, he should be thanked.

Now, I need to finish a puzzle, and I need to warm up my feet because I can't feel them, and I need to thank Nicole, for pointing out my awesome super power.

I think that's all.

Getting Into You

2010-05-16T17:52:00.002+10:00

So I stared at a blank page for almost 2 days now. I started trying to write this after JB left on Friday night, I think it's obvious that I didn't get very far. Merely I decided on a name and then left, then I got woken up by my cat meowing in my face this morning, and looked at my computer and realised I still need to do this shit.

I honestly want to tell you that I had an awesome night on Friday, but without using the word jerk to describe JB, it seems like a useless task. Either way, we went out Friday night, merely because he wanted to check out a club, I can't say it was too interesting, nor could he, hence we left early and ended up back at my place. That turned out more interesting, and I still maintain I won. I think the people in the car park thought we were insane, being as I screamed at him about some silly car, because really, it was just a car.

Without using the words, jerk, douche guzzler, or tool, I probably couldn't explain the rest of the night, simply because I don't know how to describe him by being nice, it's simply not something I do well. We simply rocked up at my place and hung out in my room for like an hour, in which he ruined my brand new bed, and annihilated my nicely set up ipod. Without my help...of course.

That's about it really, I should probably go boot the cat off my bed, she's decided that the middle is the best part to sleep on and I have no room. And maybe attempt to move some things so I can have a door. Now I'm bored, and after re-reading this I'm more bored. So enjoy the boredom. I know I am.

That's all.

Are You Old Enough.

2010-05-10T17:25:00.000+10:00

I honestly didn't think I'd be blogging again so soon. Being as I do have things to do, and again I'm left without a bed. Not that it matters, since the couch is more comfortable than the bed I had anyway.

Through fault of my own, probably, history generally repeats. Though when I wrote this, I couldn't say I believed I'd be agreeing to it again. But that's what I did. I agreed, again. Why? Because they're awesome.

Maybe, quite possibly, because I'm obviously a fool. But hell, just as I said before:

"I may hate myself in the morning, but I'm gonna love you tonight".

When I read back over that, it sounds cold. Hopefully it doesn't read like that to everyone else.

***

Hugs and such go out to two awesome people today. And a massive Happy Birthday, to Mel and Sam. Hope you both have epic awesome days. Don't get too smashed.

Into The Dark

2010-05-08T05:49:00.000+10:00

5AM, isn't it a marvellous hour to be up. Especially when I've had all of around 4 hours sleep since lunch Thursday. But the Flinstones is on and I just watched an awesome episode of Married...With Children. T.V. is always so much better in the mornings.

Honestly I should be trying to clean up the water after my hot water bottle decided to get a hole, it now has ice age band aids. Or possibly trying to rearrange my room to fit in a new bed.

But heck it's just water, the floor will survive, and the bed might be packed up again in a week, so I think I should get back to thoroughly watching The Flinstones and hope that maybe I'll be able to get in another few hours sleep when the Jetsons is over.

.38 Special?

2010-05-07T09:03:00.002+10:00

I tried to blog a few days ago, but I only got this:

"vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv
vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvcccccccccccccccccdsu9gíæ"

Which just happened to be where my cat decided to sit her arse onto my computer. Not the first time either.

Fortunately I found something fun to blog about after a night of complete boredom and wondering of why the truck didn't go past (I know it's past 3.30 in the morning when the truck goes past). Really I could have just blogged this last night, but I was having way too much fun reading interesting discussions.

So, I did a facebook status about this (Do check that out, it's hilarious. Picture's taxed from them)

That, is an Edward Cullen barbie, an Edward Cullen barbie that Riannon and Bettie claim ruined their day...

***

...that's not too surprising. On the list of things that ruined their day was I Heart Justin shirts. On a completely, I'm just going off on a tangent Justin Bieber story, went into Stop N Rock today (it's a music shop for those un-Bathurst people) and the guy who works there - after me and mum had a discussion about the Justin Bieber CD on the counter and I said "I'll just buy me a life sized poster of him"- was like

"You know that CD does come with a life sized poster". *shoots myself*

***

It certainly didn't ruin my day though, simply because of the facebook status I mentioned earlier.

I'd link you to it, but I didn't change my settings for it, so most of you wouldn't be able to see it. So it's here (and let's hope clicking that might help).

And for all that, all Riannon got me wanting to know, because she wants to know, is, is Edward the Barbie, anatomically correct, or did they ~~put a penis where it belongs~~ give him normal Ken underpants? AND does it sparkle like the rest of the doll. For laughs and to be totally disgusted, read the customer reviews if you click that link. Awkward.

Now that I've successfully insulted both Edward Cullen and Justin Bieber, it's probably time for a V and bed. Being as I was up all night and stuff.

Enjoy.

I'll Scream So Loud 'Til I Drown You Out

2010-04-29T20:59:00.000+10:00

You know what I really don't like. People invading my personal space. Sure a little bit is okay.

But when someone, invited or not, comes into the house and begins to think they can tell me where my stuff should be on a couch that no-one else sits on, it really annoys me.

And they touched my puzzle. That is the biggest mistake anyone can make. Like I'll throw a plate at your head if you try and solve my puzzle.

I really wish people didn't exist.

The Brown Snake In The Glove Box Was A Dandy

2010-04-27T23:37:00.002+10:00

You know who needs a brown snake in their glove box. Kate. Because I am sick of hearing about Kate and her stupid party.

For christs sakes, ship her and that douche guzzler Corey Worthington off to the volcano. Sadly they are both Australian, what pride that instils in me.

Fuck you Kate, fuck you facebook, fuck everyone who cares so much about this foolish women, and fuck her for not being in the kitchen and baking me a damned pie!

Gah!

EDIT: I shan't change what I wrote, instead I feel it should be mentioned that Kate is a David Thorne. So substitute his name in instead. As he, is a douche.

The Leprechaun's Stole My Underpants

2010-04-26T19:36:00.000+10:00

Here's some fun things that happened today.

I just watched a whole thing on Bieber. Where someone just referred to him as being better than the Beatles. I really want to stab someone right now. The only hilarious thing is the 1500 people who didn't get to see him perform, after lining up since 3AM, and like 15 of them ending up in hospital. Sucks to be them. Funny, I actually thought he was really 12, then I watched a video of when he was 12, I won't be doing that again. *just watched Bieber in the bathroom*.

I need to bake cookies. Riannon needs to annihilate our kitchen. Because 'her heart isn't black, just a slight tinge of grey".

I do believe that none of this makes any sense. Not that I'm particularly fazed. I'm going back to my kitchen now.

The Story

2010-04-24T17:05:00.000+10:00

I'm pretty darned bored right now, and I haven't blogged in a while. Honestly just because I feel like shit and I don't want that to register over in a blog. I'd rather blog when I'm in a decent mood. So on that note, this is a story Riannon wrote for me a couple nights ago. There is a back story, and that's in the blog before this.

***

The sun shone through the window and illuminated Bob’s flame red hair. His wings fluttered as a grin spread across his face. He was finally getting married.

He bypassed his usual three course breakfast, as he had done for a few days (he had to starve himself to look good for Tim), and instead hurried to his hair and makeup appointments to look beautiful for his handsome orc wife.

Meanwhile, Tim was waking up in his usual manner; a scratch of his nether regions, while drinking the beer he’d fallen asleep with. Bob’s parents never quite saw the charm that he did in Tim.

Eight hours later Bob’s hair and makeup was finally done and he carefully slipped into his dress so that he didn’t mess up his penazzling. As his friends walked into his dressing room, the girls sniggered while the boys chose to take a nicer approach and complimented him on his beauty.

The priest, a friend of Bob and Tim, who’d already received several compliments for his pacman tuxedo, with matching tophat, was welcoming guests as they walked through the ranch doors.

The bride walked into the room and everyone was entranced by his attire. The guests eyed him from the floor up. His hot pink Jimmy Choos matched the pockets that were hanging out from the bottom of his denim shorts. His plain white wife beater was tucked into one side of his pants so that he could try and fit his hand into the pocket. His outfit was topped off with a trucker hat that was emblazoned with the slogan ‘love sexy, live sexy, suck sexy’, a slogan that was obviously not about him, as one of the children in the room exclaimed “He’s hairier than uncle’s rug”.

Tim was soon accompanied by what appeared to be his bridesmaids. The one on the left was wearing a blue tank top with a yellow mini skirt and knee high lace up boots. She turned to the other and sung ‘hey ho, it’s off to work we go’. The guests chose to assume that, she was dressed as Snow White, rather than this being a statement of their profession.

The other had a name tag that read “Hi, my name is Gooby the Swift”, not because he couldn’t speak and tell people that himself (maybe he can’t), but simply because Jacinta fails and won’t tell me what he looks like for me to describe him to you so you know who he is. But she insists that he be a character in this tale. Apparently he’s a troll that travels through time. Maybe he has a magic staff, it’s entirely up to you, because she’s not cool.

The bride took his place next to the priest to wait for his groom. As they waited for him to arrive the guests became noisy. Tim laughed as he heard someone ask one of Bob’s friends why he liked Tim, and simply received ‘he likes it rough’ as a reply.

*insert grooms entrance here (and also some priest speech)*

Bob looked into Tim’s eyes lustfully and recited his vows.
“Dearest schnookums, I wubbles you forever, be my wifey” ( I don’t actually know what a priest says).

Tim’s vows were much less thought through, for him, a simple grunt would suffice.

Father Ryan looked at Bob and asked, “Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded wide?” Bob replied with “Of course”.

He then turned to Tim and asked him. A faint ‘Pika-Pika’ was heard.

Priest Ryan chose not to ask and instead pronounced them husband and wife.

Bob and Tim grasped hands and walked down the aisle and through the ranch doors to discover it was raining. They were closely followed by bridesmaids Snow White and Gooby the Swift, and groomsmen Jack and Stephano (who also happens to be the alter boy).

All the guests watched as Tim and Bob mounted their unicorn to ride off into the sunset. A loud “It’s not rain you rapist werewolf, it’s God pissin’ down on you” was heard, as Jack was approached by Gooby the Swift. He leaned down and commanded “I want you, I need you, oh baby, oh baby”.

Jack turned and looked at him and proclaimed, “Look at my boobies, they’re bigger than yours”, while holding his scarf-stuffed chest, not even knowing whether Gooby was male or female. He then politely declined Gooby’s lascivious statement.

Stephano looked at him smiling, he was glad it wasn’t him, he’d been busy enough trying to deal with Priest Ryan’s man-crush.

(Honeymoon)

Tim and Bob arrived at the bowling alley they were going to be honeymooning in for the next week.
As they went inside the clandestine wand in Bob’s garter moved with his quivering member, and Tim revealed his novelty Pikachu underwear.

Tim grabbed Bob and whispered that he loved him, as he fell out of his clothes. Tim chuckled as he noticed that Bob’s penazzling was ‘Sheriff Woody’.

*I think that I’m going to end this here. I can already safely say this is the worst story I’ve ever written, and it’s five pages and weird enough already*

***

You'll find the back story here.

The Back Story

2010-04-24T17:03:00.001+10:00

So around two years back the boys (who are the main characters) and I discussed writing a story, it wasn't anything as bad as the one I'm about to post, but there were some specifics, not that they'd remember. So let's recap shall we. The musts for this story were:

-Tim and Bob
-A fairy
-The main characters were gay
-Riding of into the sunset and
-Bowling

Firstly, thanks Bob, those were yours, you don't realise how hard it was to write that original story, which I still need to send to you. My bad, I was too caught up in this one.

Secondly, this story was worse, while the boys didn't come up with guidelines there were more added, I don't remember them all, but it included

-Hot pink Jimmy Choos
-Quotes from 10 Things I Hate About You, and
-In Stephanie Meyer style, the word said was not to be used, and if a word could be replaced by a smaller one, a larger one must be put in.

That's all I remember. It took like three days for Riannon to write this (because she wanted it to be perfect and even after finding bridesmaids, it was hard to find what they looked like), and she wrote it in the forms of Goyle and Ron, simply because she ddn't want to imagine the alternative. It's stereotypical, and probably somewhat offensive, so I suppose, if you get offended easy, don't read it, twas written for laughs.

On that. Here is the story. Enjoy.

Ctrl H Penis Piercing

2010-04-16T21:05:00.000+10:00

I've been horribly neglecting. It's not my fault. Not really. I've been backwards and forwards to Sydney for some job interviews and spent way too much time shopping and sleeping.

I didn't even know Char was due to give birth - funnily enough she had her little girl while I was in the ER - that's how neglecting I've been lately, and I've not seen any of my other friends in over a month, in fact it was just after Valentine's Day that I hung out with anyone. One of my friends from school facebooked me last night and I haven't even seen her since just after school broke up, around 6 months ago.

Honestly though, I've been working on this for almost 24 hours and I've spent most of that watching TV and getting mad because I ran out of credit. I've nothing to blog about simply because I haven't really done anything. I went to Sydney and shopped and went to a couple job interviews, neither of which job I got. Then halfway between that I was in hospital for like four hours Saturday night, I couldn't even convince my mum to get a picture before they unhooked me. And then I've been bumming around.

Now I'm quite getting bored with writing this and I suppose you'll probably get another blog when I'm a tad bit more caring. Because really, it's simply just like nothing matters.

That's My Cake!

2010-04-13T15:37:00.000+10:00

I'm not really here, I'm really just dropping by because I wanted to say a congrats to Char and Nathan on their newest little girl Katie.

I actually feel pretty bad not even knowing that she was due to give birth, I thought she had at least another month left, and apparently she was overdue. I should probably pay more attention, or listen. Or something.

But I actually have been somewhat busy, surprisingly, and I spent about half of the last month in Sydney. And sleeping, because I do that a lot.

That's all.

T3E, You're Quite A Funny One

2010-04-02T20:46:00.001+11:00

I promised I'd get somewhat hateful on someone for being a slightly annoying fool. So this is me doing so. In letter form, I suppose. Though maybe not.

T3E?

Funnily I can't even find myself getting mad at him these days. I simply just dislike him. He doesn't seem to be able to differentiate between the two though. Instead seemingly believing that I'd just have a go at him because I saw him strolling down the street. "Oh noes, he's walking, better attack". So being as he's failing at the differentiation part of why I dislike him. And the differences in the situation between him and my best mate, let's do some maths for him.

Dearest T3E,

I know how much you love maths, and since I tutored you in it, don't worry, there'll be no algebra, merely simply primary stuff. How about this?

Add the fact that you destroyed me, more than once. Which I guess, slightly obviously, isn't nearly enough for me to hold a grudge against you. I mean, you'd have to do it like 500 times for me to not be able to like you. Right?

Take away the manner in which you behaved for that 'slightly' awkward week in year 10. Seriously, what's one mistake. It doesn't count for being able to dislike someone. Best buddies?

And the how about we put all of that over the fact that I was in fact awake. Have you made my friendship bracelet yet?

Can you work out what that equals my dear T3E. The particularly funny acceptance of my giving up my phone for some non drunk, non me, insulting text messages towards you. How is Harriet by the way? Not under you like you'd hoped it seems.

Differentiate that final result and you'll have my dislike for you.

-

T3E, hopefully might know some simple mathematics now, and will maybe next time, not invite me to dinner and then follow that up by insulting me. Such a silly child.

That's all.

*Whilst I know this is my being harsh and insulting I kind of feel he deserved it for being a complete tool to me. AND we all know that I'm a bitch.

Another Birthday

2010-03-31T23:09:00.000+11:00

So this will be short since I just wanted to really say one thing and that's just.

Happy Birthday to my dad. And to tell him he's old. <3

***

That's all that really matters, and so me updating here is just to say that tomorrow I shall write a longer, more abusive, fun post, because some people just don't get the concept that they are freaking tools. And that's a reason enough to want to stay mad at them.

That's all.

Rangas Are Epic Cool

2010-03-30T23:00:00.000+11:00

I'm going to count this as my last blog for the month, since tomorrows is already scheduled so I don't actually have to write a thing.

So for this I thought I'd have some fun and put up one of the newest road safety videos that Victoria has released. I find it utterly hilarious, as does Pete, who is also a ranga. Apparently others think it may be offensive.

Here it is though. Enjoy.

Honestly, when I think of two rangas having children I think of the exact thing JB the first and I got told. Without the extensive rant we were given (no joke here. She literally ranted at me for like 20 minutes about how we should never, ever, think about having children. I laughed), in a short way "their baby is just going to like go out in the sun and burst in to flames because it is so allergic to the sun".

Oh, how I love people. Along with rangas. They're pretty darned awesome too.

Raaa

2010-03-29T22:51:00.001+11:00

I'm sleeping.

At night.

It's different.

But it's raining.

And I love the rain.

It's simply awesome.

That is all.

8 Minutes

2010-03-28T23:57:00.000+11:00

That's how long I have to write this thing before I fail and it's late.

That's not something I think I can do so well.

So on that note, let's throw in another picture, that I'm not sure when was taken. Though I'm guessing it was around 2008.

He was some random clown guy down town and I opted to jump up and dress as a kangaroo for the show. Being as all the small children that were there didn't want to.

And I'm a complete fool, so yeah, that is me in a kangaroo suit.

That is all.

I Spent All Day Sleeping and Watching Anime

2010-03-27T21:33:00.000+11:00

This is really the best you can have for a proper post today because I've been watching Ouran High Host Club and I slept until seven.

So here's a comic that Ava emailed me.

You probably have to click on that.

Stuck Up Foo'

2010-03-26T23:56:00.000+11:00

So since it's late and I would have forgotten that I was meant to blog if it weren't for the monotonous droning of David Letterman and my puzzle getting difficult, I thought I'd blog about the joyous conversation that was going on in the conversation when we were grocery shopping like two days ago. Went like this.

Girl who's like 12*: So I was thinking I'm going to save up and go back to Japan
Her mother: Okay, why?
GWL12: Well, *insert her friends name* said she was going to go back to Fiji this year so I was like okay, I might go back to Japan.
HM: K.
GWL12: And we're going to like do that for schoolies (An Australian excuse to get pissed and feel each other up after they finish school).

Then she barely missed a beat before she comes out with.

GWL12: Daddy asked what I wanted to do for my wedding the other day. And I was like it's none of your business.

So she proceeded to tell her mum what she wanted to do for her wedding, and I proceeded to want to punch her in the face for being so annoyingly 'I have a pole up my arse'.

*She was actually around about 14 or 15.

That is all.

Coooooooooooooooooooooke....

2010-03-25T23:39:00.000+11:00

I shouldn't drink it.

I should clean my room. It's still in the rearrange phase, like it has been for the last 2 weeks ish. I still don't have a bed, a little, I brought in a mattress and are sleeping on that.

Check out the disrespecting to our old car.

The one on top. It's got a bent in boot and a smashed in window. Poor car.

Again, I should stop with the damn coke. And start doing more of my puzzle.

Or more of the dishes, but that's a moot point and on top of that I'm reading a gay story which is absolutely hilarious and well yeah. I have better things to do. But noooooo, it's almost midnight and I would well fail nablopomo if I didn't get a blog in.

Also Lilu had me looking through things in SkyMall for about an hour and then I realised that most things can't be exported and man was I annoyed,

I'm gonna go drink some more coke now.

I'm That Good

2010-03-24T15:30:00.000+11:00

So about a week ago I said I was going for my licence the next day. That didn't happen. What did happen, starting a few months back, was this.

Oh yeah, I'll go for my licence, let's book that for like a month.

Shit, where's my birth certificate, let's put that another month ahead.

Hmm, so I had to bring my birth certificate with me. My bad.

Then comes this week, and me in all my amazingness failed the test. You'd think I'd be somewhat bothered by this, but really, I just think it's hilarious.

I might go and book it for another year from now. That sounds about right.

Nobody should really be letting me on the road.

At all.

Simplicity

2010-03-23T21:41:00.001+11:00

I love when things are simple. It's awesome.

I don't like when things are like train rides. I don't like train rides.

The other day, when I was casually catching a train in Sydney I got to listen to more than one fun conversation. The best one was when I got to her one side of a phone conversation. It went like this...

Just sell your stuff and move here baby

Oh fine honey keep some of it

I’ll meet you at the station. I got to go love you.

Mmkay bye I love you my lover

I can’t. I’ll see you soon, we're nearly at the station. Love you babe *insert kissing noise*

If I wasn't tired and trying to read that conversation would have been hilarious.

What else don't I like. When people don't shut their curtains. They need a lesson in "I don't want to see your penis". And how to shut their curtains to stop that.

I do like however when people know things I don't. Like the kid my dad works with, he plays WoW, but he also knew where I would find Inuyasha, without looking like I was mad. He's epic cool.

Things need to be more simple. Without the annoyance.

That is all.

Can't It Be Over

2010-03-22T23:31:00.000+11:00

So, it's almost midnight and as usual I haven't got my blog in until the last minute and I've been reading the most shocking butchering of the English language. Yet also the most awesome. And chilling and watching the Melbourne Comedy festival. When in all honesty I should be cleaning my train wreck of a room because I haven't slept in my own bed in about a week.

On top of that I don't have anything that I want to blog about, besides my hatred of people on trains, because I don't care about their one side of a conversation professing love.

I have a about 150 unread blogs in my reader and I'll probably not get around to even skimming them until they reach near 200 and I swear that March is on it's like 70th day, it is isn't it? When will this be over...

Now I'm going to down too much coke and do a puzzle before I go totally insane and maybe, just maybe tomorrow, you might get something that can be classified as decent.

Concert Fun

2010-03-21T23:27:00.002+11:00

No sarcasm in that either. It was awesome.

Not only did they make fun of a whole heap of other singers. They made up some pretty hilarious songs as well.

This song. I don't know how many people would even know it. But it became something like:

Love to have a beer with Adam

Love to have a beer with Ad

We drink in moderation

And my kid still thinks he's dad

And so he retaliated, after taking some time to think about it, with,

Love to have a beer with Beccy

Love to have a beer with Bec

We drink in moderation

And if she gets enough in her she always says yes.

And then along with that, I unfortunately didn't get it on camera, but Beccy Cole did a rather sexual rendition of a whole heap of kids songs. Playschool. Bananas in Pajamas. Bob the Builder.

So it was really an awesome night, which unfortunately I don't have a poster that needed clarification of the word strippin'. And on that note, here's some fun pictures, and if it will work a video.

Adam Harvey.

Beccy Cole in the middle of acting as a guy.

Singing Duncan. Just after this they did 'The Gambler'. (Because the songs right Mum, 'You got to learn to play the gameboy').

I thought the video was longer than this. But if this works it's 'The Willie Song', well 17 seconds. I thought I had their song about Tiger Woods. But I don't.

By the end of this even he couldn't keep a straight face. Though with half their jokes throughout the night neither of them really could.

I'll Sydney blog probably tomorrow.

Kind of Home

2010-03-20T17:56:00.000+11:00

This is a half arsed attempt to blog something before I pack a bag and leave again.

Off to a concert tonight, so by tomorrow I'll be all nice and ready to blog properly.

Unlike the last few days.

And there'll be photos. Maybe.

That's is all.

I'm Obviously Still In Sydney

2010-03-19T23:20:00.000+11:00

I would take a guess that if you're seeing this I'm kind of still in Sydney.

And so I suppose enjoy your weekend and I'll make up for my shoddy posts (being as I'm only continuing posting because of nablopomo) when I get back.

So on that, I give you some, what I'm currently reading. Enjoy.

First off- Allison Wonderland.

I've read this about 3 times now. It's not a funny story. Kind of teenage angst mixed with anger and rape, self-destructing and in the midst of all that there's a love story.

And then Apples

An incomplete story about boys in a boarding house before WWII . They get kicks out of picking on the teachers and it's all round a hilarious story.

On the side I'm reading Inuyasha as well, and I kind of just picked up another Laymon book.

Repeat, have an awesome weekend, and you'll hear from me in a couple days.

Flashback Fun- To The Other Day

2010-03-18T23:30:00.001+11:00

Due to me feeling a tad bit nice, I changed the picture of this flashback to one of me and TP playing dressup in her Aunt's garage.

We look like complete fools, but hell, that's kind of the point. Honestly I don't even know what I was wearing. I'm that cool.

I'm Just That Awesome

2010-03-17T23:48:00.000+11:00

Getting this in just before deadline there really isn't much to say.

The general today went like this...

I woke up late.
Rushed out to the RTA to get my licence. This didn't happen because I forgot my birth certificate. My awesomeness.
Due to that I got into a fight with my mum. My bad, really.
Then I went shopping.
And annihilated my bedroom. I should have taken pictures of this from the before after view, just for fun. But currently my room is a major mess and I still am sleeping on the floor.

Also I'm going to Sydney tomorrow. And while I suppose I have to be back Saturday I don't actually know when I'll get to do a proper blog. Likely it won't be until Sunday. And then it will vary between concert photos and Sydney. Won't that be fun.

That is all. Really. Tomorrow, well, it won't really be a flashback picture so much as a funny picture that I took the other day of my brother being a fool. Enjoy.

Dora The Penis

2010-03-16T23:13:00.002+11:00

Dawraa the penis,
Has a vewy shiny knob

Riannon wouldn't draw me a penis over Dora's face. But here art Dora the penis, in cake form Nicole, I think you're right, you can market anything in the shape of a penis. Excuse my horrible drawing. I never mastered drawing, and I never mastered paint. Therefore I am doing well. I also went over the top drawing a penis on Dora. My bad.

Speaking of penises, Happy 18th Birthday to JB 1. It's not as great as you think it is, but enjoy it anyway. Maybe you'll get a Dora penis cake.

That is all. Dora is a penis, and my faith in humanity has been restored.

Oh and also I go for my licence tomorrow. I advise everyone to keep off the roads.

Your Genetics Suck

2010-03-15T22:52:00.000+11:00

I lost all my faith in humanity about 5 minutes after I got up today. Thanks Riannon!

So I don't have a particular lot to rant about. And in doing so it will be hate filled and about the fact that they are trying to allow it so you can choose your babies gender. Because what you get naturally these days just clearly isn't good enough.

I think science is great, but that, that's just fucked up. And I get that there are reasons for it, and I won't go shooting those down, simply because for sure there are some decent reasons why people would do this. It's simply people who are all "ooh I can has boy now and choose what they look like" piss me off.

Way to try and extinct a certain gene.

I need more Inuyasha, I need more puzzles, and I most certainly need more coke. Wait right there while I go get pepsi.

Okay, so I'm feeling bitter that a trend in hair and eye colour is going to extinct certain genes. "Oh wow, brown eye, brown hair babies are certainly popular this season, I'll have one of those" Fuck you humanity, fuck you.

I think I may have mentioned I went shopping yesterday, if not I did, now I'm sleeping on the floor and I have no space for puzzles, not that I have any puzzles. We went to Sam's Warehouse (kind of like a slightly upmarket Walmart for those un-Australians) and they didn't have puzzles, at all, except those mind game ones. So I sulked and bought sudoku and then had to clear my room out for space for my amounts of other shit I bought and now I have no bed to sleep on.

So pardon my bitterness while I go play with some trucks. And I'll tell you all about that tomorrow.

***

There's no excuse you silly goose

For a child with a caboose

Like a moose who's eaten too much mousse

It's tantamount to child abuse

Seems I Lost My Heart

2010-03-14T19:00:00.000+11:00

Nothing I could say right now would make a whole lot of sense because my head is so mixed up right now. Maybe it's from the little sleep I had and maybe it's from the amount of caffeine I consumed to counteract that. Or it could just be that simply everything is fucked. And well I have nothing of importance to say that wouldn't come out in incomprehensible sentences. Coke or pepsi? Sport? Anything? Something that matters.

Just I guess, go here and check out my page/pages thingy that I fiddled around with the other day.

Enjoy.

***

I can come back if I crawl

But I got bad knees, and I can't say that I'm sorry

'Cept I'm sorry that I met you, now my guard's up and I'm fightin' dirty

Bappy Hirthday

2010-03-13T22:57:00.000+11:00

Being as I slept all day I really don't have much to say.

So here's a shout out to Nakita. Because it's her 18th birthday. So happy birthday to her and I hope she had an epic awesome day and got totally smashed. Because she fully should have like we told her too.

And a sorry to Ava for sleeping all day and not going to lunch for her birthday.

Tis all.

We're Teenagers

2010-03-12T23:39:00.000+11:00

We don't know anything.

I guess it's time to hate on humanity again. And honestly this time, it's going to be particularly fun. Why?

Because a conversation with my sister this afternoon went like this

R: Danielle and Amanda are pregnant.
Me: What?

And well then she explained that she meant our cousin Nikki updated on facebook that both her sisters were pregnant.

I freaking hate teenagers. Off the top of my head I can name 18 people who were in my year and now have a child. Or two.

Instil some fear into these children for christ sakes. Show them some ~~disgusting~~ obviously fun videos (That was honestly the worst google search I have ever done. I don't recommend you watch that video. Especially not at school. Or work. Just saying). Might actually scare some sense in them.

I've nothing against teenagers and sex, or responsible teenagers popping out children, but more than half the kids I know with babies are no more than that themselves, with the maturity of five year olds, and they pass the child off to their parents.

But OMGIHASBABYIGETBRAGGINGRIGHTS!!!1

I really freaking hate humanity right now. Because at 14 having a baby is everyone's ultimate goal. I don't even say that sarcastically. Because honestly that seems it's all kids want these days.

It's called a condom people. Learn to use one.

***

You can't win

You can't break even

And you can't get out of the game

I lost today, so now you did too.

From The Past - Primary School Days

2010-03-11T05:26:00.000+11:00

My mum was cleaning out her room today, and well, she found these.

Totally not just any box and bag. They had reports and portfolios going back to kindergarten. I learnt that cm's actually means 'how you measure things' and that in the 3 sections of the French flag, the blue section takes up a quarter.

Gosh I was smart.

I was even a great drawer. In order of year.

Each of them is a self portrait. The first one is a bit blurred, but it's from Kindergarten, I have no nose or ears, but my awesome hair makes up for that.

The next one I'm pretty sure was in year one, twas when we were learning French anyway, they made us draw a picture of ourselves and write our name and stuff in French. I got a tick, so clearly my artistic skill is showing right there.

Unfortunately, my year 2 and 3 teachers understood the concept of that I was a shitty drawer and one even told me mum 'if colouring mattered Jacinta would be failing', nice lady, I just couldn't still can't colour between the lines, and because of that, that last picture is from year 4. I have such a nice orange face, and giant ears, and I look like I was drawing a guy, if this was a year six self portrait it would have made sense for it to look like that so overall I think I did a really good job. Especially since I'm not even wearing school colours.

And one final picture, this was year 5 drama, it's actually a real photo.

The idea was that the class was underwater and we had to create a story to go with it. This may have even been year 4, since I don't recall the girl next to me being in my year and year 5, I believe, wasn't a composite class. Either way, as opposed to a shipwreck it looks like the kid in the front is trying to stab someone, and well I guess there seems to be some humour in that.

Don't I wish I could just build a time machine and pair up my glasses with that awesome t-shirt tucked in, up high skirt thing I have going on there. second from the right if you couldn't pick me out. My fashion skills rawked.

Man I miss primary school. Feel free to epic share some stories from those awesome days.

***

So do you believe me now
I guess I really wasn't that crazy
I knew what I was talking about

Through A Mirror

2010-03-10T23:57:00.000+11:00

In all honesty this blog is just to fill in time until I get a chance to take some photo's, which means a real blog should be up by around 2am, but since I need to throw a post up for today, I am.

And I'm kind of building a glow in the dark puzzle, again, and Nicole's blog alerted the fact that I can write an about me thing, which I'm getting right on.

So until 2 I shall leave you with a copout post, and hope that you can view this. You probably can't, but I hope you can. Because if I want to rick rolled it would be by her.

***

Let the rain falling on your face

Run in to your eyes

Can you see the rainbow now

Through the stormy skies

Tomorrow It May Change

2010-03-09T23:22:00.000+11:00

Things I should care about, but ultimately don't right now

*Actually completing nablopomo

*The fact that the dishes need to be done

*My room is a complete mess

*I may be starting a job I'll ultimately fail at

*The test for my licence is in a week

And that's because there are things that I do care about

-There's 3 pieces of my puzzle missing

-My glow in the dark puzzle, doesn't actually glow in the dark this actually really shits me off, because I wanted a glow in the dark puzzle

- O ran away quite some time ago and won't come back

-That fun job is working hours I'm not used to being up

- I can't keep a promise I made three years ago

Honestly, it would be much easier to not care about anything.

***

And I want to believe you

When you tell me it'll be okay

I try to believe you

But I don't

I Want To Be A Monkey

2010-03-08T23:55:00.002+11:00

Dear humanity,

You kind of really suck. And well yeah.

That's all.

This Is A Witty Title

2010-03-07T23:16:00.000+11:00

I went shopping today, soaking wet, since it so nicely decided to pour down when I was walking to town. So I hung out with these epic guys taking shelter in the park. One of them got in trouble for charging his phone using a public power point. Hilarious.

I also went and saw Valentine's Day, not as good as Love Actually, but it still has some pretty okay parts.

Now I'm tired, bored and want to watch American Pie and I have forms to fill out and I have a puzzle to finish.

Flashback Fun. It's 2007.

2010-03-06T23:53:00.000+11:00

I forgot I was meant to be blogging today. Mainly since I got up at like 5, in the afternoon.

And now I have like 10 minutes to write this.

So here's good old 2007. After this I'm skipping straight down to 2003, not too many pictures were taken between then, and I don't fancy putting any up.

This was dressups for bowling, not the only one we did, and honestly I don't even recall what the theme was, being as Tiarne went as Darth Vader and I have rabbit ears and fairy wings. Good times. We had a Christmas dressup as well, and I think somewhere around I have a picture of people in the pajamas.

Joy.

That Ain't No Way To Go

2010-03-05T20:16:00.000+11:00

I was meant to post up some pictures of the show tonight, instead it decided to piss down, so we didn't end up going. I can't say that's much of a disappointment, I was going to lift Shufa onto the Cha Cha, simply because she's too short, plus it would have stopped me from being bored and having to watch the Biggest Loser.

It's quite possible I may start working on Monday, not a concept I really enjoy thinking about. In all honestly, the thought of work isn't a fun one. Especially since I generally sleep during the day.

I can't say I have all that much to blog about, plus I'm kinda tired, so I'ma go and umm post a dog to Alex, that guy I'm marrying and such, and down me some coke and learn me some more Italian.

Here's another Alex, and his latest video. It's about pokémon.

A Bit of I'm Bored and Haven't Slept, And Some Flash backing.

2010-03-04T09:20:00.000+11:00

I finished making my 2D castle. I'd take a picture, but that would mean that I would have to charge my camera and shiz.

I'm beginning to think I should sleep for like an hour because I've been up for ages working on that puzzle. And whilst I was doing so I had the unfortunate joy of watching David Letterman. While it would be epic awesome to do a blog post on him, since it's the month of strange and he ultimately wins that. I simply decided to schedule what you'll have to put up with for the next month, and throw in a flashback picture to the end.

There'll be photo's of the show, and photo's of the girl's day out this Sunday, and then there'll be a Happy Birthday post to Nakita, because I remembered when her birthday was, after she told me 5 times, then I think there'll be photo's of the Adam Harvey and Beccy Cole concert, and another Happy Birthday right at the end. Amongst all that you'll get pictures like these.

To start the countdown

2008, that was a hilarious day actually. There are probably a few that are, not so much stranger, but maybe a wee bit creepier than this. This is in GO-LO, and it's a dog toy that I'm kind of half biting into.

I have to add that it didn't taste that nice.

That's not so much flashback as I'm actually curious as to whether the hidden UNO cards are still in the slats of the bed.

That is all.
.

Shoot Me

2010-03-03T03:48:00.000+11:00

I acquired a taste for coffee, that despicable stuff that I used to choke down.

And since I downed like a litre of the shit the blog I'm about to do will probably have half of the loyal 9 ten if you include stalker boy of my amazing followers shaking their head and being like 'is she on crack, why do I follow her', the rest of you probably just know I'm insane.

I got conned into going to the show today, well not actually today, since it's in like 3 days or something, but they conned me into going then because they need someone to lift them onto the Cha-Cha. Even with steps they manage to be too small. Kind of funny actually. Though I kind of remember last years show. Let's run down every fun thing that happened in those two posts.Madden lost his phone...and his balls (along with Curtis) due to the ball crusher, on a completely unrelated note, I would just like to inform Shufa that Curtis stated "there go all my Curtis babies'. You'll never get Bettie/Curtis babies now, oh and I insulted someone that at the time I really shouldn't have, that one was immense fun though. I also started Twilight the day of last years show, that was interesting. I think I'll go see if Alex has read any more of that.

Or perhaps let's take a look at the year before that. I had to sign into bebo to get this (oh noes), that's something I never wanted to do again.

I can't say I believe the first one needs an explanation, though it's really damned creepy to see Nicole with braces. We walked around half the night with that sign, and the guy we got the texter off thought we were going to steal it an run away. The second picture, while nothing's that great about a tractor, it was hilarious when they stepped on the side and it kind of broke and the security guard came and screamed at us.

Needless to say I think that this years show could be interesting.

Now though I already fucked this up by posting like 5 minutes past midnight I'm still going to piss everyone off and post for the next 28 days or something, and especially when I don't have ~~coffee~~ anything fun to write about, I shall do a Flashback Because I Need To Post Some Bullshit, where I'll find some hilarious photos, of the lovely child I was. Like this...

I maintain I was child, I was only like 14. (If you can't tell it's a high 5 hat that happened to be on sale at Target- which may have been Kmart back then)

But I'll put some maybe serious ones up when I get bored of writing about shit. I've already found some hilarious photos that are only a couple years old. Maybe I'll just try and work my way back down over the month. And fitting in with the joyous topic of strange I'll try and make them get weirder with every fun picture I find.

Now I'm off to build a castle, though not this one. Sadly it's just a measly 2D puzzle. For now.

Leah's 18th

2010-03-02T22:58:00.026+11:00

I'm doing good at this Nablopomo thing already.

So here's some fun pictures from Leah's 18th on the weekend.

Twas a pretty awesome night.

Stirring shit up by texting Andrew frrm my phone.

Us not dong all too well at dancing. I actually kissed her cheek just before that. Now it just looks strange because I'm pulling away.

Don't let the balloon touch the floor.

Epic awesome step. Everyone could step on that.

She was screaming at me to let her down. So I wouldn't.

That Joyous Nablopomo Thing

2010-03-01T18:57:00.000+11:00

So I did this for March last year, and I can't say it was easy. I get bored too quickly and can't commit to a damn thing without a struggle.

Which just means you may end up with some interesting stories and pictures from like 15 years ago when I have nothing better to do.

Making it all the more fun is, this months topic, strange. I kind of think I can do that.

Enjoy.

Really...That's News!

2010-02-25T02:28:00.002+11:00

So I switched on the news today, and you know what I hear. You know what took precedence on the news.

This.

Who gives a fuck! No, wait, I mean, ZOMG ROBSTEN ARE FINALLY TOGETHER!

But really, this was one of the most important stories they had tonight, right behind finding a murderer. How the hell is the fact that Rob and Kristen are together, news? Especially that of importance. I really do hate humanity. They could have had the decency to show it last, I mean, after they show some nice tributes to Trinity, after they talk about stuff of real substance, but that's just not possible, because hell, they finally admitted they're together. Fuck the world.

Blargh, I can't even comprehend why people think this needs to be on prime time TV, rather than just in some trashy tabloid magazine.

And to add to the fun, here's some Twilight related Cyanide and Happiness.

Now I'm back of to my basement to play some more Dungeons and Dragons and watch Inuyasha. (I don't actually have a basement.)

First Birthday Fun

2010-02-23T04:17:00.000+11:00

First off Char, I'll make sure to call you straight away next time I see her around, though since it was holidays I'd say it will be a while before I see her again. Secondly, boredom isn't something that comes easily with you, so don't worry, you'll never be rid of me. And you're right, I can see what you see, but it's just not something that will be for awhile, I guess I'm simply worried about the boredom to be honest.

Now on to some fun pictures of a one year old's birthday. Unfortunately I only met this little ones mum when we were five so no embarrassing comparison pictures to share.

Char striking a pose.

Eyeing the cake. She actually wanted to play with the candle. It even sang Happy Birthday.

Mum and Dad trying to convince her to blow out the candle.

All cheeky smiles after she devoured a piece of cake.

Was a pretty fun day. And I hadn't seen Char in ages so that was excellent. I guess Happy Birthday to Ieisa, though she's a little too young to understand. And good luck to Char and Nath when they have two of them with that much energy.

.

2010-02-23T03:43:00.000+11:00

I've spent a whole heap of time thinking about how the frick I'm supposed to write this, I contemplated throwing it on my other blog or hell, not even blogging about it at all, then I figured fuck it, it's not like it matters these days about an opinion in what happened four years ago. I've said numerous times that the past should stay in the past and there are few things I'll answer about that time of my oh so fun teenage years. But my dear brother brought something up at dinner the other night that I honestly can't ignore any more. So this is mainly aimed for him.

D, the next time you see the dear pedobear, tell him to stop with the shit, what happened with us was four years ago,and well fuck, I covered up enough shit back then I don't need to do that now. Also to please never try to speak with me again. It was never my fault he was drunk, it was never my fault our friends were stupid, and it certainly wasn't my fault he failed at something so simple. For everyone's sake he should keep it in his pants.

And D, I'd prefer if you didn't bring it up with me, it kills me to talk about that shit after everything I did to save it from getting out. Now you know what really happened well hell, let's never speak of it again.

Things like that are why the past belongs there. Don't live in the past and all that shit.

I shouldn't hit post on this but it's almost 4AM and I don't care. I'll hit up with a happier post in like an hour.

Share The Love

2010-02-15T00:00:00.000+11:00

For 5 minutes I'm going to pretend this day actually matters...why? Because I happen to like chocolate. It's great, it's also the best part about this Hallmark holiday, almost.

And well, fuck, I could complain for ever about why I don't like to celebrate this materialistic excuse. But one of the only reasons that matter is that nobody should need a day to do the shit, it should just be a natural thing, and hell tomorrow enforces that reasoning.

However, this stemmed from the fact that Valentine's Day does exist, and despite that there are conflicting dates for the shit, it's still less expensive and more fun, because hell I can cook, and I can...well yeah, it's just better.

So unless I'm picnicking in the rain for Valentine's, with a hell of a lot of chocolate, it's nothing but a normal day.

But instead of listening to my whiny rant, go out and share some love.

It's free.

Kaboom Said The Little Green Frog.

2010-02-12T21:36:00.002+11:00

Unfortunately not.

Let's say I'm sorry for being an obnoxious cynical bitch, I'm not, not in any way but let's say it, would it make a difference. I doubt it.

I'm tired and I don't even lack sleep, I'm just simply drained amd exhausted. Hence the lack of writing.

I've been to too many parties lately, there's been one every weekend. And the greatest thing about them is that the music is too loud to care what I'm thinking. And well, this last one meant catching up with a friend I haven't seen in months. My sister and I went down to Sydney, decked out in dresses and spent the night with people we didn't know. But through all of it, it was fun. We ended up crashing at the friends place that night along with one of her other friends Alex. I ended up with Alex's fingers up my nose...twice, and woke up to him in the bed next to me, totally smashed and laughing. I must say it was hilarious, especially that despite anything he did I didn't wake up until he actually got into bed with me.

I suppose there are some good things about parties.

Like that epic cake. It was a 50's/60's themed party, hence the jukebox and shiz. Twas pretty awesome.

I guess the fact that I'm currently meant to be being held hostage in Kayla's room until my wedding to Alex (yeah that's the guy who had his fingers up my nose) is also pretty hilarious. In all honesty I don't even remember why he proposed to me, but it was epic.

Something tells me I should apologise for not blogging for quite a while, but I won't, simply because I'm not at all sorry. I've caught up on my fanfiction stories, I booked to go for my l's, I actually got some sleep, learnt how to swear a little in Italian, put to good use when I learnt that my key card actually expires (that was a pretty funny day actually), and today, I watched Death Note - which was kind of an amusing mistake.

Oh, and I set up the abomination my sister had me buy yesterday.

A bright pink and yellow CD player suits my room perfectly. Fits right in amongst my Death Note figurines and mustangs, and a cupboard full of drawings and silly shit.

So I guess, with all that, the only thing, really, I'm sorry for, is not keeping up to date with my google reader, I probably have over 400 unread blogs there. My bad. And I s'pose sorry that this took me three damned days to write.

Now, unless my obnoxious cynical opinion on Valentine's Day is needed a few days early, I'm off to actually check out that blog roll I've been neglecting.

Another 18th, And Such.

2010-02-01T06:06:00.002+11:00

Aww fuck. Maybe the smart thing to do wouldn't be putting on the only real horror movie that scared the hell out of me, at 3AM, but what the heck, who isn't up for laughs at that hour.

Here's some pictures from Dylan's 18th this weekend.

This, is how you attempt to pole dance.

This, is not.

Me and Roo posing for fun pictures.

Dancing

Trying to point out Orion's Belt. It was a failure.

And well, heck, there'll be more from the party next weekend, and in all honesty I'll be all partied out by the time that one finishes, the only reason I'm going is because it's a friend I haven't seen in months and I would love to.

That is all.

***

I really fucked it up this time

Didn't I my dear,

Didn't I my...

Shufa's 18th

2010-01-25T03:51:00.003+11:00

Let's start off with some pictures of that fun night.

Shufa.

Bettie and the boys dancing

Matching tramp stamped.

Piggy back races

Playing in the cubby

Penis cake

Really was a pretty good party. Especially getting tramp stamps, that was pretty funny, and the boys trying to rap. Happy Birthday Em.

I can't say I'm fucked to write anything more so I shall give more tales of parties at this weekends.

***

It takes a lot of me

To get the nerve to tell you

Everything is okay.

Adventure Playground Time

2010-01-19T21:33:00.002+11:00

We got a new children's adventure playground here not long ago. It's pretty awesome. Except the slide, it's like they used the opposite of the non stick stuff they use on frying pans, just to make sure the children don't move on it. It's actually kind of annoying.

The group before we went bowling. Next to the slide.

They have a maze, 6 teenagers spent about 20 minutes in there, not because we couldn't get out, because in all honesty all but two of us could see over the top and just look which way the exit was, but because they had mirrors, and we're that immature that we wanted to see ourselves as dwarfs and such.

Technically these things aren't allowed, but they are pretty cool, except just after you've eaten a giant meal of Chinese. I'm actually pretty surprised no-one threw up after they went on that. Despite that they were probably very close to it.

I swear he was high, and how epic would that be. Andy Gray.

The bridges have metal parts in them that every time you walk on them it makes a xylophone sound and there's a dinosaur roaring sensor. Scared the hell out of people which was pretty epic funny.

Then we went bowling, sort of. Two of 8 people who ended up at the park were actually invited, as sort of a going away to one of the kids from our year moving back to France, the other 6 of us merely tagged along because the playground had too many small children, and we were kind of bored. So we wandered and then played pool until we got bored and went back to the playground, and left because of drunken fools.

That was pretty much the end of the epic night, after that all we did was head on up to the graveyard for a round of hide and seek, and then I got into a screaming match, all in good fun.

Here's some more pictures from the awesome night.

Me and Dylan at dinner. I really should stop acting like a douche.

Pair of fangs anyone. Emily and Bettie.

The same group on the spider web.

Andrew Gray, me, and an interesting swing.

That is all. I would have had this up sooner but I was kind of waiting to get the photos from Bettie.

***

The bad in the world is hard to hear

When in your ear a banana cheers

So go and put a banana in your ear

My Cat Is A Vortex.

2010-01-19T01:14:00.001+11:00

Well, uhm, I've been meaning to blog for the last couple days, and I've been waiting to get photos off Bettie because she has all the pictures that were taken at Adventure Playground Friday. It was a pretty good night, unfortunately facebook won't let her put them on for me. Not happy.

I honestly cannot stand looking for a job, it is the epitome of annoyance. I don't really enjoy people, and working just enforces that, so it could be undoubtedly fun.

On work, we went out to Lil G's place of work the other night for dinner, she works at a pub, a pub that when it absolutely pisses down it happens to rain inside. It was pretty awesome. They ended up giving every table a free bottle of wine because of the disruption. If I drank that my have been awesome. From there we ended up at another pub and then finally met up with a few more people until all but three of us ended up at the nightclub. And us three generally just wandered the streets until the others deemed it a decent hour to leave. Twas a pretty awesome night.

I kind of just want to strangle someone right now. (Sarai, if you're reading this, call me up. I wanted to talk to you about Monday, people interaction and such)

Party this weekend, could be enjoyable, it's circus themed.

***

They've got trains and planes and cars

I'd walk to you if I had no other way

I'm In A Pretty Spiffin Mood

2010-01-15T00:57:00.000+11:00

I've had far too much coke, I was in a pretty foul mood this morning, in fact I spent all day moping around town rather than enjoying a much needed shopping trip. Then I just saw someone who if it weren't for the warnings from a year ago probably would have copped the abuse they'll cop tomorrow instead. Since to quote Sarai 'town is not an appropriate place for a fight'. Unfortunately.

I also got my new iPod, one I highly doubt I will be parting with as quickly as I did the last one. Being as this one happens to be around 20 times bigger. Also that I'm already kind of attached to it.

Tomorrow's adventure playground visit time. Going to be epic fun. A day isn't a fun one unless somebody hates someone else. I guess tomorrow will be epic. I shall be sure to put plenty of pictures up.
I suppose for now, the best is, please, don't do anything stupid. As hilarious as it would be, don't.

Then Saturday is dinner with half of the same people, so I'm sure that will be just as funny. Especially since Riannon decided to sort of dare me to do a pretty fucked up thing. Should be entertaining though. I actually cannot wait for the outcome.

*hugs* K.

***

I am not your missing piece.

I am nobody's piece.

I am my own piece.

And even if I was

somebody's missing piece,

I don't think I'd be yours!

~Shel~