It's definitely been a while since I updated my blog, horrible effort on my part indeed. However, it seems in the time I've spent away from the comp and out and about (finally making an effort to attend my uni classes) I've been involved in some awesome things.
First off, I forgot to tell everyone about my progress in KILLER WEEK!!!
First off, I forgot to tell everyone about my progress in KILLER WEEK!!!
-I'm dead.
Haha, yeah sorry guys, but I guess I'm just not the ninja assassin I always wished I could be. Honestly, I blame my parents. It's TOTALLY their fault for not starting my training when I was younger (even from infancy perhaps). Never the less, the demise of my pegging life actually came as a form of 'suicide' due to the sheer fact that the game was going absolutely no-where, and try as I may, I just couldn't work up the skills to annihilate my last target; an individual who shall remain anonymous but instead be given the pseudonym:
'THE FRUSTRATINGLY COMPETITIVE AMERICAN WHO NEVER DIED, DESPITE ME CORNERING HIM TWICE IN A LOCKED ROOM!!!!! (Gah!) '
Anyhow, the tedious game is still going as I type and I do believe the fool is still alive (to both his credit and my annoyance- Haha)! Thus, post the occurrence of my doom, I spent a wonderous night with the college 'Morons' playing games of lazer tag at Zone 3 in Joondalup.
Now, before you judge my supposed nerdiness...( Ah shit. You probably already have, haven't you?)...Yeah, I'm not gunna lie; it was nerdy, REALLY NERDY. But being able to be so insanely stupid like that is possibly the most enjoyable thing a person can do- Especially when it's with a group of friends. Sigh*- the joys of 'sheep-ism'.
So anyway, I played under the assumed identity of 'Freddy', a name whose cool factor only increase with the addition of my playing along-side (one of my best mates) Katie, who conveniently took on the lively-hood of 'Jason'. Together we made up the baddest lazer-tag team around.... LITERALLY, cause in all honesty, we never won any of the games.
No, I'm afraid that glory went to Daniella (AKA Sailor moon). Seriously, she is one dangerous chick with a lazer gun.
All in all it was a pretty good end to last week.
In other slightly more lax news, I managed to get some of the photos back from my sister which were taken on our beloved film camera. These are just two that were taken while we went walk-about in the city.
Now, before you judge my supposed nerdiness...( Ah shit. You probably already have, haven't you?)...Yeah, I'm not gunna lie; it was nerdy, REALLY NERDY. But being able to be so insanely stupid like that is possibly the most enjoyable thing a person can do- Especially when it's with a group of friends. Sigh*- the joys of 'sheep-ism'.
So anyway, I played under the assumed identity of 'Freddy', a name whose cool factor only increase with the addition of my playing along-side (one of my best mates) Katie, who conveniently took on the lively-hood of 'Jason'. Together we made up the baddest lazer-tag team around.... LITERALLY, cause in all honesty, we never won any of the games.
No, I'm afraid that glory went to Daniella (AKA Sailor moon). Seriously, she is one dangerous chick with a lazer gun.
All in all it was a pretty good end to last week.
In other slightly more lax news, I managed to get some of the photos back from my sister which were taken on our beloved film camera. These are just two that were taken while we went walk-about in the city.
It's kinda freaky when you look at a photo of yourself and your younger sister ( who just happens to be taller and more tan than you) and realise that everything you're either wearing or holding has come from other people - OP Shops truly are amazing things. Also, please excuse the bulge in my dress, I had that much material stuffed under my belt that day. Mainly cause the dress itself, is a size 24 which I stealthily pinned, cut and moulded in order to get something that resembles more of a loose size 10....
Just goes to show guys, it really doesn't matter what size the dress is, or how it looks initially. If you like something (as I did the pattern and colours in this dress) then by all mean possible, take to it with scissors, pins and a sewing machine; and make it your own.
Anyway, I'm off to prepare a sketch for a Graffiti workshop I'm going to today over at Georges. Should be good fun! -I hope.
Sadly we all know that:
All Georgians are wankers (language please!)....ishax
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