NU Y3ARS.

I'm am the biggest idiot I know.

Honestly, who else could completely forget that it was New Years last night!
Luckily I remembered in time to make it to a party one of my friends had invited me to and had quite the lovely (completely classy..ahem) evening. However this morning didn't turn out as wonderfully as I'd expect; waking up squashed between two other people on a sofa bed with horrible cramps after laying in the most contorted position I've ever found myself. Despite all this I really met some awesome people and that really is all I wanted for the new year.

Anyhow, I'd just like to say a BIG thank you to all my close friends and family who've put up with me for yet another year. I love you all dearly and wish you the best for 2011!

You mean the world to me...ishax

Smiles, singing and sexual inuendos

I've just been subjected to the BRADY BUNCH MOVIE. Oh, it's been far too long! I have to say though, that this is one of the most hilarious movies I've ever watched. The almost psychotic nature of every child in the 'Bunch' family... especially Jan (you know, the ugly middle child who always says: "MARSHA, MARSHA, MARSHA!"??) paired with the inadverted sexual inuendos and henious sing-a-longs make so non-stop 'WTF' moments and hilarious laughter.
Iroically it seems that in recent times people really have been drawing upon that glorious 60's brady bunch fashion. Even I admit that some of the patterns are absolutely adorable.
Anyway, here are my two favourite parts from the first Brady Bunch Movie and ironically they all involve the glorious and HILARIOUS Jan:

Who is that?
It's me. The new Jan Brady!
Let's knock over a 7-11!! >:

REALLY JAN? REALLY?
WTFFFFFFFFFF...ishax

At ease.

I have absolutely no complaints about today.

Actually I'm feeling rather relaxed whilst watching old episodes of the Chasers War on Everything and gormandising on my new 'king' of all treats- Apple flavoured Licorice; although I've come to realise how much Chasers loses its humour after time fades because of its topical nature.

Anyhow, once I get my butt off the couch I'll most probaby end up spending the day with my sister as we get yet another batch of her photo's developed.

My secret plan for today-find a giant, completely original art piece that will totally leave people gobsmacked. What will most probably happen: ABSOLUTELY NADDA!

Let's hope it's the former...ishax

Plantation Pets.

I did something remarkably and wonderfully selfish about 2 hours ago. I waltzed into IKEA, and bought myself two of the coolest indoor plants EVER!

After a full week of thought I decided that the moment I go back to college, instead of owning some sort of lame pet (i.e.: fish, or even my beloved sea monkeys) I would buy one of the most low maintenance yet highly 'accessorise-able' items I have come accross in all my days.

"How-so?" you ask?... Well the idea actually came to me after part-taking in the annual 'dressing of the stupid mineature tree we have in our house' for Christmas event.- Actually, my sister and Aunt decorated it... I just sat on my arse eating chips and upon their completion, told them if they had done a decent enough job. Anyhow, I realised that you can do sooo many things to trees and really go all out with making them look absoultely gorgeous (using lights, ornaments, hats, chains etc!) and evidently I decided that a tree trumps any other sort of pet one can own.

Don't believe me? Then just observe the following 5 simple reasons.

5 simple reasons as to why trees TRUMP and other for of 'pet'

(inc. rocks and sea-monkeys)

1. A tree is completely low maitainence.

2. It's not attention seeking.

3. You can change it to suit whatever mood you create in your room.

4. IT HELPS YOU LIVE! -Oxygen people!!

and 5. Seriously, have you ever ever tried dressing up a fish? or putting fairy lights on sea monkeys?- Yeh, good luck!

Ultimately I do believe I have made a very good investment in my two beautiful trees which I will have to find fitting names for soon. They're both gorgeous palms anlthough I'm considering adding a giant peace lilly to my collection. Anywho, I'll let you knw how it all goes.

Until next time...ishax

Days like mould

Today I spent the majority of the morning soaked in a veil of bleach and mould killer, braving the horrors of our family bathroom so that mother dearest would finally cease her complaining that: "no-one in this family does anything productive round here!" -As of late, it has become somewhat of her battle cry. Regardless, I managed to remove every sceric of grime all thanks to our labyrinth's worth of cleaning products (Oh Easy Off-BAM, you definitely don't disappoint!) and eventually found myself free of the house and walking maze-like city corridors with my friend Mikey.

I actually really enjoy hanging out with Michael mainly because he's one of the few male friends I have that doesn't shy away from the prospect of shopping. He even helped me search for a homecoming present for my best friend Bee, who will return shortly from a long-lasting years worth of German living!
Sadly, it seemed that even after almost 4 hours of shopping and despite browsing almost everywhere we were no closer to finding that perfect gift; although the hunt did create a few laughs as he decided that playing urban 'hide-and-seek' whilst I was buying and all too delicious pudding flavoured Bubble Tea was a good idea. In reality it resulted in a 5 minute silent treatment and four consecutive 'JERK!' text messages being sent to his phone.

A while later I managed to orchestrate what I considered both a daunting and embarrassing form of revenge by forcing poor Mikey to trape through MYERS lingerie department. However, his reaction was quite the let down- or maybe it just proved how much more immature I am, as he made no squeamish noises and instead lead me to cringe after exclaiming how much he liked the fake boobs of a scantily clad model on one of the stores promotional posters.
Eventually after finding him an acceptable pair of skinnies we both headed home and I found myself collapsed on the couch-bed I have come to call my own. Although it wasn't one of my life's most productive days it was pretty fun and I am gosh darn (gotta keep this G-rated) exhausted, which is something I haven't been for a very long time.
Oh well, there's always tomorrow to find my beloved Dirty Bee something that tickles her fancy before she returns.

and didn't that just sound dirty. *sigh.

Maturity you've evaded me again!...ishax

DO YOU-

Like fried chicken?...

Like Rainbows?...

Cheezy Music?...

HELL YEAH!

Then Go to Google.

Type in 2204355

and click "I'm Feeling Lucky"

Femme Boredom

...Or fuck the rules and wake up baked.

Now that's female boredom...ishax

P.S- we're out of milk.

A quote from one of my favourite movies of all time: P.S I love you.

Daniel Connelly: Sorry, I have a syndrome. I don't really have a filter. I don't pick up on social cues.
Holly Kennedy: You mean you're rude?
Daniel Connelly: Yeah, but now it's a disease I can take medication for.

Stupid? Yes. But there's no way one can knock something that just made me laugh after on hell of a shitty afternoon. I suppose it's the best way to make sure that everyday you find something that makes you smile.

My silver lining...ishax

Still-frame Genius

I've recently come across this amazing photographer whose work has completely blown me out of the water. Her name is Mary Robinson and at what I believe is 17yrs old, this girl really has an amazing talent for photographing simplistic beauty. So now I'm going to shut up so that you can be exposed to the same level of (as Barney Stinson would say)... AWESOME, that I've been able to witness after following her f-log (yes, that is short for photo blog).

These are deffinitely some of my favourites, so if you adore photography or are just looking for something truly gorgeous I highly reccommend you check out Mary Robinson's Photo Dairy .

You might just be surprised by what you find...ishax

If my dog could read minds....

At present I'm experiencing notorious 'family time'; my sister sits facing me, on the opposite side of the room- mirroring my interest in the laptops glowing screen, whilst my dad plays guitar on the lounge between each of us. - the crux of his Hispanic flare I believe is a bid to convince himself as well as his two daughters that he is really Spanish. This has been happeneing most frequently since dad spent a short time in the country, more than 2 years ago.

This is all being done under the guise of watching T.V. or more precisely- watching some show about psychic pets. . . (Yeah, I'm feeling more retarded and anti-social by the minute).
Nevertheless, it made me realise how droll my Monday night's shenanigans have become since leaving college. I have no commitment any more- even in the face of a FREE CLOUD CONTROL CONCERT tonight!

Shameful- I know.

Lame- Yeah, you're right.

So, why do I feel so happy doing nothing?...ishax
(Also kudos to Photographer Mary Robinson- I've used a fair few photos of hers as of late and I plan to do a write-up very shortly)

Juvies and Children Chasing.

I've just spent my day entertaining children of ages 5 and 8 and I'm not gunna lie, it's EXHAUSTING! So finally after spending copious amounts of time playing horsey and listening to (tween pop sensation) Justin Bebier- yeah, I can't even spell the dude's name; I've finally found time for myself... and it just so happens to now be quarter past eleven! This whole day has really made me realise how badly I don't want kids, which truly does sound horrible, but in all honesty I think it'd be best for the world if there weren't miniature duplicates of myself running around causing havoc.

Seriously, even one of me is a handful- just ask my sister.

Maybe in twenty years time, if I ever come across my blog again, and manage to remember my own password, I will probably read this and wonder what the hell I was thinking (implying that I would, at such time have already either had my own kids or had adopted a severely attention seeking dog with similar traits to a child)....

Never the less, my point is that I guess it's true that time, people and places are always changing, so you really do have to be open minded about such things.

But for now, I'm more than happy to abuse my first year of adulthood by wearing the most gaudy, outlandish and heinous outfits imaginable and suffering through a treasured 'juvie' hissy fit or two.

All I have is today...ishax

Moon.

When you're the moon you split people down the middle.
Some people go 'ah look, he's nice with his white face, he's all gentle hanging in the sky'...
Some people go 'eerrr he's a vanilla rapist, get him away from my kids'!!

I miss the nights like this, where I'd walk over to U-dub at night and just watch the sky.

I guess there's not that long to wait though...ishax

Talks of Fury, Passion, Shame.

Having 'the talk' is the most frustrating, nerve-wracking and stressful moment of most people's relationships. Even I find myself cowering at the prospect of asking those questions that I'm dying to know. The simple ones, that most often you already know the answers to. If you expect their reply to be good; you ask because you need that confirmation which will propel your relationship further. Conversely, if you assume the worst; you ask them in the hope that bringing up feelings and emotions may change the object of your affection's mind.
We've all had those talks, and there is no doubt that a times, the replied we've been looking for aren't the ones we may have wished for. So here-in lies the problem of when to let go.
As of late, I've had a fair few friends talk to me about their relationship problems ( so much so that sometimes, I think I should just become a relationship councilor so I can get paid for my 'services' ).
Anyhow, it seems that as well as myself there are other people out there who find it difficult to lay down the lines in a relationship and it's really got me thinking, that if you're not comfortable enough to ask the person you're with these kinds of questions then maybe you're not fully ready to be in a relationship.
I think the most important things a couple needs to posses in order to function really well and for both people to get the most out of their relationship is the ability to be open with each other; to talk (which admittedly is something I'm aware of lacking in my own personal life) and to realise that as well as spending time together, that each person needs their own space.

I truly feel as though that's the greatest thing you can give to someone you care about.

(well, maybe there are some more enjoyable things)

But for now, lets live in the land of innocence shall we?...ishax

Irony; Food for the Indie Soul.

This is a letter to a nameless individual and their counterparts.

So uh, word on the grapevine is that you actually have cheated on your girlfriend.
Actually I know this as I heard it from the chick herself. Although I'm in utter disbelief that she'd go there because seriously, that chick is WAAAAY to good for you!
I do however, find it HILARIOUS that I was ever accused of seduction and falcified rumour spreading when you've just proved that:
1. You're a dog and no seduction is needed and
2. That those so called 'rumours' were true.

Oh irony, how I love you...ishax

Texts From Last Night

I'm obsessed with this website at present:
Texts from last night; a collection of seriously hilarious drunken, inebriated, insulting, hysterically funny texts.

TEXT 1:
I took some ambien and I TRIPPED out...I went into my mom's room to say goodnight and I don't remember anything...she said that I got really pissed at her because we were living in the Keebler elf tree and she was visiting other trees, then I started laughing hysterically and she goes "whats so funny?" and I go "there are 7 people sitting on my knees" and she goes "doesn't that hurt?" and I said "no we're sitting in a bowl" and then I capped it off and said "join the crazy train bro" and passed out.

TEXT 2:
So, when he came he screamed MORTAL KOMBAT!!!! at the top of his lungs and all of his roomates yelled back FINISH HER!!!!.....yeah kinda akward

TEXT 3:
At McDonald's last night the guy gave you the wrong kind of McFlurry, so you screamed at him, "YOU MCFUCKED UP!"

Seriously these are the most hilarious, boredom consuming snipits of peoples lives all complied into one super awesome website and I highly recommend you check them out. -Especially the 'Best of all time" category (which you may or may not have to use google to find as sometimes the link on the site likes to screw around with web-users).
Regardless over this loooooooong summer Im comforted by the fact that there will always be some texts from last night, that will push me through the tough times of boredom and indifference.

That's really all one can expect of the:

Texts from last night....ishax

A modern family?

Modern Family- is AMAZING!

I swear I've laughed in a space of ever 5 minutes throughout the entire first season!
If you've never taken the time to watch it, the show's basically about three families, who are all completely different but still intertwined with one another. It is truly HILARIOUS and I give props to the increadibly talented writers who've come up with really controvertial but very honest events that unfold at every stage of family life, regardless of its construction.
This has to be one of my favourite scenes and is now a T-shirt print that I covert. If you don't watch the show, this is from Season 1, Episode 7 and involves a chubby hispanic child (Manny) in his pursuit of fencing glory.

All I can say is,
Thank God my family life isn't televised... ishax

Transperth Pathet-icism.

Okay so here's catchup part two- What I've been doing since watching Harry Potter until the present time!Well yesterday I had issuses with everyone's favourite joke of a transportation company, Transperth. So here's how it started:

I was supposed to meet my friend Katie in the city in order to (as most girls do) begin our day of rather epic Perth-wide shopping and finally, finnish off with a hardworking gym session. So I got my goods together and moved my arse to the bus-stop. -It was actually henious trying to move my sleep depreived, sun-rejecting, hermit-like body out into the open. . . mainly because I've stopped sleeping as of late and have been running on multiple coffees in unusual forms.- Yeap that's right, hot coffee, iced coffee and yeah, I even made a coffee popsicle, which actually tasted bloody good!

Never the less, I waited, and waited and feaking waited! However this bus never came. So finally after about three-quarters of an hour I get on, and finally make it to the train station. And lucky me!- The train had just left and I was forced to wait 15 minutes for the next one. Then when the next one came.... the doors closed on me. Well actually they literally closed on this old Italian woman which in and of its self was horrible but really? I was already and HOUR late!!

So eventually Katie came to me, and we spent the day checking out Joondalup shopping centre. Yeah, most people would turn their noses down at this but Joondalup is actually MASSIVE and stocks some really awesome things - I bought Socks! (God, I'm cool....)

Anyway after leaving the shopping centre, we decided to swap our gym date (being the slackers we are) and go to IKEA to find things to make our rooms at college hip and chic. Actually I just wanna do something to it that'll distract me from the fact that it's ABSOLUTELY TINY!

So we played around in the store and even had some IKEA caffeteria cake which deffinitely undermined the previous plans of a gym session.- woops! Katie managed to find some awesome fairy lights to throw up in her room, and I totally think she's gunna make it look awesome!

I myself, remain undecided on what the hell I'm going to do with my room, but I'm sure something will inspire me eventually.

After all this, being super tired and having a doctors appointment later we left and I came back home to watch more pre-pubescent tween queens (Toddlers and Tiaras) and middle-ages he/she queens (Rupaul's Drag Race). . .I'm so lazy! Oh well, today I'm catching up on excercise so after I dye my hair blonde at 11 today I plan on meeting Katie at U-DUB for some Gym re-education!

Am I looking forward to it?
Not really...ishax

Coverted.

Despite the clear objections from almost everyone around me, I'm fascinated by Tattoos and if I could, would cover myself in their amaing artistic glory!

(...and I've gotta say, no women show them off as proudly as my idols; The Suicide Girls).

Sadly I doubt I will ever commit to a full sleeve or chest piece as I so desire, due mainly to the fact that it is still widely taboo across the world. This is kind of depressing really, although it doesn't mean I can't still live in hope!

Oh, how I covert...ishax

Mamihlapinatapai

I'm sorry I've taken more than a million years to get my act together and re-blog, but what with ending exams, celebratory moments and moving back home it seems that vegging out and re-zombifying myself has taken preference over writing whatI'd describe in the last few weeks as highly questionable/ emotionally unstable rants...
(Seriously; I'm now 70% determined to withold my insanity from public display!... I think.)

Anyhow, now that my first year of YOU-KNEE-VERSE-CITY is finito (and doesn't that summise perfectly how much I've grown and matured over the year...) I can focus on blogging about the truly random and often seemingly pointless shennanigans I get up to.

So firstly, I should probably re-count my viewing of the ONE AND ONLY HARRY POTTER and the Deathly Hallows ...well actually it's more like the ONE out of two when you think about it. Especially considering I really only saw half a movie. -Wait. So if I left halfway through part one, that'd mean I would've only seen a quarter of the film!
Oh crap. You must be reading this thinking: "Ermnnn..... right???..... God you must be truly bored to consider that something worthy of my noting."

But seriously.... YES; I am. and YES; it is.

Anyhow immediately post my final exam I made the epic 8 minute and 37 second journey to the city to meet my wonderful friend Eris who had just suffered through the exact same period of wait and angst due to the fact that we both study the language of 'Hello Kitty'. By the way, I'm talking about Japanese, cause it seems the last person I said that to turned around and asked me how fluent I was in 'pusseh' :\ (Needless to say that was the most lengthy and awkward bus ride of my life.)

Back on track. We met up; went to Jaws; roamed and roamed and roamed in order to kill 3 hours... and bought some Asian foods (are you noticing a theme in my day already) until finally it was time and we found ourselves seated beneath an effigy of what I believe to be a satanic orgy/ broadway nudist musical.
Honestly, next time you go to Piccadilly Cinemas; Theater numero uno, check out the carved images of nudists having sex, dancing and merry-making atop a skinned individual. Yeaaaaahhh....that shit was created in the 20's so this can only mean one thing: Our grandparents were complete weirdos!!!!

So my overall impression of the movie:

Yeap, it was somewhat like that. Although at times scenes were a bit too melodramatic, I really liked the movie and [ *spoiler* ] it even managed to get a FUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK out of me, when that creepy old woman turned into the even creepier snake thing. Yeah I jumped spilling melted rasberry icecream on my skirt and spent the rest of the afternoon walking like a loony in fear that the resulting reddish stain below wouldn't be viewed by onlookeds as the calling card of that mysterious ninja: 'Aunt Red'.

Anyhow considering it's late and I have planned a gym session, that's all I'll fill you in with for today. Hopefully I'll be able to get up to the present in the next few days.
Ohhhhh that'd make me from the future then. Sweeeeeet. (^-^ )

Goodnight and Goodluck.
God I hated that movie...ishax

Thoughts.

One more to go until freedom is guarenteed....

(Until next year that is.)

My new problem is working out what the hell I'm going to do in this mother of all breaks.

cest la vie...ishax

Dramati-que`

I'm overly dramatic.
God how long have I been denying myself that fact?
Indeed, perfection for me is boring.

Life needs to be crazy, weird, fun and filled with the unusual.
-and that's pretty much what runs through my head when I throw together outfits.

Why couldn't I be born during the Romantic Era...ishax

Waiting and Hating

Decision Final:

No call tonight = Number deleted tomorrow.

As mother always said, cut your losses early then high tail it like a bat outta hell...whilst avoiding trees, cows and sharp corners on open country roads.


Wisdom...ishax

Powers of a Vegan Nature

A few days ago one of my friends asked me something rather strange:

"You're a vegan right? So then, do you have Vegan Powers??"

At first the general WTF expression that I usually make, when someone asks me something borderline ludicrous (or when I see that guy who wears giant sunglasses, sequined clothes and dances in the city on frequent occasions) made an appearance.
However, later that night he sent me a link to a clip from the movie Scott Pilgrim Vs. the World.

In all honesty this movie is an incredible film, not in the sense that it was good; but more or less that you sit there for give or take 2ish hours waiting for some part of it to start making sense- and it never does! I must say though, that I thoroughly enjoyed checking out the incredibly alternative hair colours that made their way onto screen. Will half a head of 'Hyper Blue' hair be making it's way into my personally style anytime soon?.... I'll get back to you on that one. :S

Back on track, this video features good old Scott taking on Boyfriend numero tre`(-no), Mr Todd Ingram, in a battle to the ...err... death? However Boyfriend number 3 is no push-over, due primarily to his acquisition of VEGAN POWERS! I'm assuming that the whole idea behind 'vegan powers' is that due to restricting ones diet from meat and animal products, one is forced to eat the best of fruits, vegetables and other health foods in order to survive, and as a result of this they are not only supreme survivers, have the gusto from premium foods, but also a sense of extreme pretentiousness- Which can totally bolster an individual during a battle to the death.

Since I watched this little cracker of a vid, I've begun to wonder whether I've gained any incredible skills... and YES, yes I have.

My first vegan skill- The ability to fall asleep very easily.

Yes indeed it's a valuable skill, especially during the exam period that has been plaguing me for the past two and a bit weeks. After many many weeks of sleepless night instead of having to re-set my sleeping patters, this no longer matters, as I can fall asleep anytime and anywhere.

It's also fantastic for uses such as avoiding church appearances and/or showing my disapproval of many boring situations.

My second vegan skill - Insatiable Hunger.

I can't stop eating~ It's fairly scary! As a trade-off, in order to prevent the occurrence of my first ability (one of which I still haven't got the hang of controlling, cause yeah, I'm totally ).... I eat.

So anything you throw at me, will be consumed like a black-hole! XD
Oh wait, unless it's non-vegan food. -Ah shit, I just realised how truly useless this skill is. *sigh*~

My third (and most powerful) vegan skill - Extreme pretentiousness.

Yeah, most vegans I'd assume would have this skill because well, most vegans ARE pretentious. I'm not gunna lie, it takes an incredible amount of will power to crack the uppedy shell that acts as the vegans 'force field'.

Ah, but why am I explaining all of this to you? Just have a look at the youtube vid and see for yourself!

Okay, so he died and vegan powers were proved useless in comparison to the ultimate 'cool' that is Scott Pilgrim and his Guitarist flare....and what has this taught me??!!

VEGAN POWERS + GUITAR FLAIR = WORLD DOMINATION!....ishax

Many things, all that say nothing.

Evening All,
It seems that due to the boredom I've faced as a result of exams I've become rather mental.
However cutting my hair seems to have remedied this by making me feel like someone new.
This really got me thinking how susceptible people are to change.

The whole concept that a small change can have a multiplied effect on everything around it, is something I find immensely interesting. Ah yes, the 'multiplier'. I probably only mentioned that word due to the fact that I've been bombarded with economics lectures today (18 hours worth to be exact!) so I apologise for any weird terms that may re-surface in the next few minutes, hours, days, weeks, etc. But yes, change is a mysterious thing, when I have time I think I'll create some kind of 'CHANGE' flow chart. It'd be fun to see all the way's this has come about in my own life.
Actually that's rather nerdy.... probably shouldn't have mentioned it eh? :S

Oh well,

THAT WAS IT!!!! I remember what I really wanted to do in this post! -To show you one of my most admired people doing what can only be described as dominating the Yale University Lecture theater by presenting one of the most AMAZING thesis' and discussion topics I've ever seen. Africa an the Curse of Foreign Aid: Andrew M. Mwenda.
(Also just gunna throw out the issue of starving kids in Africa to Anonymous who had such wonderful and insightful thoughts upon it. - HAH!...Watch the video my love, then speak with a more informed opinion... and do remember it's not a racist critique as Mr Mwenda is himself of African decent and origin.)

Now do you see why,
I've watched this 8 times in the last 2 days...ishax

Sighs and moans in the place I came to know as ours.

Do I know that you're using me?
Yes.

Does it matter to me?

Yes and No.

(Why can't I ever be definite about things!)

I wait for the day,

when you tell me the words I wish to hear.

Till then...ishax

DO NOT READ IF YOU OVERREACT.

I need to get some things off my chest. Not all of them are good, so if you're prone to overreacting or general shit, then I highly recommend bypassing this post.

You have been warned!

Okay let's begin...

1. I DO NOT CARE ABOUT YOUR RELATIONSHIP.
Seriously, I don't give a crap about what you two do together, or the way they/ their family/ anyone else treats you because of it. Really, a relationship is a thing between two people and it should stay that way. Stop bringing it up in conversation because really, I find it possibly the most boring topic to talk about in the history of boring things- and that's saying something cause I studied Lit and was constantly forced to talk about boring shizen!

2. TO A MALE INDIVIDUAL.
Stay out of the friendship. Oh my god, it's like a never-ending bombardment of 'not-neededness'. What the hell gives you the right to say anything about myself when you have hardly ever taken the time to get to know me. Despite me actually making an effort to know you and in all honesty, I can say I'm not a fan in the least of your friends.

3. WHY IS EVERY CONVERSATION SO PATHETIC.
Do I have to join the debating/ politics clubs in order to talk to people who actually have something decent to say???? Urgh! Why are so many peoples heads filled with pointless crap all the time? It's gotten to the point where I just don't want to talk to them... and actually haven't been. Although it may seem harsh, unless you have something worth me putting an input into, then I really can't see the point in me sitting there, smiling and pretending that all the 'bleh' you're spouting interests me in the slightest.

4. I WANT MY STUFF BACK.
To all the people that have my things, seriously I would like them returned. It's just plain rude to keep peoples belongings for OVER A MONTH! - TWO EVEN! - ACTUALLY MORE LIKE 6!
Also to the people who've actually STOLEN my things, and yes I know a few of you... Seriously, that's jsut plain low. Have some common decency next time and maybe think how you would feel if it was you.

5. I SHOULD STOP SEEING YOU.
I really should. This is going nowhere and although that makes me kind of sad .
I know it's the best thing to do before I let all of this go too far. So why am I still holding on, hoping you'll change?

6. DON'T YOU DARE EVER END A CONVERSATION WITH "WE NEED TO CHAT BECAUSE I'M UNHAPPY WITH YOU".
How bloody rude do you have to be? Especially then telling me I've been rude to you by 'cutting you off in convos' etc. Honestly, a convo?? You do it all the time (but I suppose people always overlook their own faults)! Sometimes I think there is way to much drama here. It's like you feed off of it. People aren't happy and cheery all the time (as this post clearly highlights)- I can't be happy and cheery and bubbly, and always smiling whilst saying: "yeah lets hang out" yadda yah.... so if I'm in a bad mood, which is highly plausable considering it's exam time, then isn't it a good thing that I'm showing you how I feel rather than being fake all the time?!!?! So yeah, if this is what you wished for then great; I am most deffinitely pissed at you now, and I highly doubt that's going to change until after exams.



In short,

Stop being pathetic...ishax

Never what you want it to be.

Somedays I think I look better without a head.

Others I think my head's the only good part about me.

And then I have those days, where everything looks like shit and I sit in a corner eating my box of vegan cookies, whilst cursing my parents for their DNA.

Today is one of those days.

On a side note;
my room is too small.. ishax

Not so Manic Panic

Fuxcck,
(I think it looks prettier this way)

I just checked Student Connect and it seems STATS is on Saturday. Oh Christ I desperately want to pass. Better get a wriggle on with my study then. Although I can't say it helps a whole lot when WebCT keeps freezing on me. I hate you University...

Love forever...ishax

VEGANS ARE THE DEVIL.

There are many things I'm starting to realise as of late. The first; that people are extremely immature.
Although I know this sounds extremely pretentious, conversations have recently become so boring for me. I mean what ever happened to the art of meaningful conversation?
I don't really care much about how drunk you were last week or how your relationship is going (as you've already told me a billion times). Also, I've never been one who likes responding to things like this. In general, the two things I HATE which I find people can't help but throw into conversation are:


1. How's you're relationship status.
This is just stupid as firstly, it's a pretty damn personal question and secondly, if something were to change then I would bring it up myself.


and 2. Whenever someone asks me why I'm a vegan and especially, when they try to pick apart the food I eat in order to make me look like an idiot who isn't sticking to my endeavor.
I really don't care what you eat or how you dress or talk so it puzzles me as to why my choices should be of any concern to you.

The other thing I've come to understand is that I need to control my feelings far more. (But that is most deffinitely a topic for blog discussion tomorrow.)





Looking forward to a new day...ishax

The Final Stretch

Good Morning Ladies and Gents,

I've managed to wake my severely alcoholic arse up out of bed in order to study for a Jap test today. I'm always pretty hesitant when I use the word 'Jap', just cause once I was completely laid into by this person who told me it was totally offensive to Japanese people.
-Jeeeez, sorry I'm too lazy to say 'Japanese' all the time!

Anyhow, today is my last day of uni (officially) for the entire year. Although I suppose I haven't gotten it off to a good start considering I missed my 8 am lecture (cause its gay and boring) AND am planning on skipping my Stats tute later today as I do believe I did so miserably on the last test that I never want it to be returned to me- EVER!

Anyhow, I should get back to intensive study (lies) and to be honest I'm probably not going to be able to post much in the next few weeks due to my ultimate fear of failing any of my units.
So off I go,

Perfection awaits....ishax

Think Pink.

There are currently two things that I feel people should be informed of at this very moment.

The first:
My hair is now Pink.

And the second:
My Asian Studies Lecturer is a BOSS!

That is all.

For now...ishax

Not gunna lie; Time may change me.

At this present moment I have half a bottle of bleach in my hair and may possibly be high due to the intense fumes I've been smelling while waiting for the designated 30 minutes to elapse.

Everything is funny at this point, I just saw I guy get totalled by a bus on youtube and (although I usually don't find others pain amusing) have been laughing about it for almost 10 minutes.

Ohhh excellent 5 more mins left!

Sadly this process must be repeated until my hair becomes blonde in certain areas... which I'm beginning to see, may take days! Oh, also I must show you the wonderful card my mum left on my desk this morning when she dropped off my fone as well as a bunch of super yummy fruits!

You may now wear the GIANT HAT of CLEVERNESS!
Mum, you're truly delightful, and this may possibly be the coolest thing you have ever bestowed me with.

How sad art thou.

Deary me..ishax

Sisterly Congratulations are Due...

To my blessed sister, by whom I was given the (mild) joy of being dragged back to the NIGHTMARE that was my ex-high schools 'Presentation Night' in order to witness her recipients of an award, I say.....

Than(fuc)k You.

Congratulations on winning the Drama Award!
May it forever bring you happiness and bliss, so that in the future, when we're both old and grey, our grand kids (or random neighbour hood children who we will entice into our floral infested homes-WHICH, might I add, in my vision are situated right beside one another) will know you as the cooler old person.
Oh yes, in our stories of the glory days; you will have won the Drama award and I, only gay boring things like: most consistent effort (sounds like equivalent of an 'I swam in a race' ribbon), or Award for AIT (Computer Crap), or Runner-up Dux. Jesus my life is filled with half-arsed accomplishments.

Just you wait sister. One of these days I shall be the cooler sibling- (and then will finally be able to like that facebook group to affirm it!)

No, but really. Good Job sibling.

You've done me proud!

And I can totally just claim the fact that you're cool cause I raised you and taught you everything you know.....

Genius!...ishax

Heart like a two-way street.

The fact that you're so difficult to get a hold of really does make me like you all the more. But then again, sometimes I feel like it's driving me crazy. After all, I mean....... is it really that strange to feel this way?

I have to admit that no matter what I do, the fickle part of myself just can't decide whether or not it's good or bad for me. I hate clingy people after all, but in a situation like the one I've found myself in, could it mean that I've become the needy one?

Oh, that truly is a thought that scares me...ishax