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

A weekend so Jam-packed; all that was missing was the Scones & Cream!

I'm so stressed over the mountain of work I've left myself through going out so much this semester. I knew it would happen an yet, maybe I thought that somehow I'd find a way out of it.

But no, CRUNCH TIME IS HERE!

I shall watch these lectures all day, EVEN if it KILLS me!

(Or at least until 12, when I'm going to have lunch with my sister in the city)

Also on a side-note, I'm going to do a little Pre-Exam makeover and dye the tips of my hair, magenta, turquoise, pink and baby blue. Hopefully It'll look nice and I'll be able to show every soon as I realise I've really been slack with putting up pictures of myself on this blog- SHAME SHAME!
I'd also like to give a big thumbs up to everyone who made the Tommy More music vid what it was (-that being INSANELYYYYY GOOD). Even though I've lost pretty much all my stuff cause I had to leave before it was over and you guys came like a bulldozer and packed everything up..... -__- "

Oh yes, and of course to everyone who took part in the Morons ARTS NIGHT (Including our stole- Oh, I mean 'borrowed' help from Trinity; Albert and Will, who seemed to attract an alarming number of 'beer wenches' from the far regions of German-Land).
Seriously, it was one big "Sha-bang-a-bang" after another and you pretty much made my weekend AMAZING!

-Back to work...ishax

You can always depend on the entertainment of Neighbours

Through the walls I can hear my neighbour.

It seems she is currently listening to quite the hilarious video of an somebody singing the well-known TITANIC theme song ~my heart will go oooooooon. I can tell it's funny by the way she's laughing non-stop as the poor individual in the video attempts to hit various notes; both on and off key.



This has most definitely made my morning.





I look forward to what you bring me tomorrow neighbour...ishax

God's gift to the Earth?- GIVE ME A BREAK.

Dear a certain individual,

You are the most arrogant person I have ever had the displeasure of meeting.
There's something about people who think they're so amazing in every way that really bugs me.... (Maybe it's because in general I was bought up with a sense of tact and morals.)
Oh, how I've tried being nice to you, but no. I've reached my limit.

As you can tell I've grown extremely tired of the way someone has been acting, as has a vast majority of other people. Hopefully this person may mature a little and realise how truly pathetic most everything that comes out of their mouth is. But then again, I think the damage is done. In reality, I should probably not let you get to me anyway.

Severe all ties?

Yeah, I think so...ishax

The first thought, when one wakes up.

I want cuddles in the early mornings.
It's a fact that can't be changed.

So then,
Must you tease me so?

I guess sleep can't wait...ishax

Eyes of Another.

I've been asking myself a lot lately;

Why can't I be more like you?

Sometimes I get so wound up about it.

Thinking that maybe, if I became someone who amazed you in every way,

the same way you amaze me,

then somehow, I would be something more in your eyes.

It's truly difficult having someone around, who to me; is completely perfect.

I've started questioning myself over and over.

"How can I compete?" "Am I even worth their time?"

I mean, in all honesty there's nothing wrong with the person I am now.
I'm not ashamed of that.
But regardless, if only you knew how much I admire you.
And despite me saying so more times that I can count,
I still don't think you've realised.

Because of you, I want to be something amazing.

I adore you...ishax

Horrid Nights, American Frights

Can't say last night was particularly wonderful in any way, shape or form.

Actually, it was rather horrid. Seems that my bodies immune system has completely abandoned me as I spent majority of the night doing what could only be describd by those poor individuals of J-block who heard me, as: 'coughing my intestines out'. Ah yes, not only that but my essay still remains unfinished as I decided to get picky about the format I chose. One change lead to another, and another, until finally I was left with something resembling even less of an essay and more of a dogs breakfast. So the countdown is on: 10 hours to finish. I better get to it, cause the workload is neverending at this point. Kinda like that book the Neverending Story-I was never a fan of either to be honest. So just before I go, I would also like to say a big 'thankyou' to the drunk Americans who thought it smart to bash on my back door last night. Yes they really serve to entertain at 2am.... so much so that it got to the point where things just got creepy. As they tried to rip the door from its hinges while yelling and swearing, I suddenly became fearful and completely convinced that they may actually be some kinda creepy american gang-banging cult.- No joke, I was tired and delirious at this point so it sorta served to heighten the emotions.

Anyway it was interesting all the same. But seriously, don't do it again cause I like my sleep.

COUGH*~...ishax

An Address to dear old Uncle Luke

(Yes Uncle luke, You've finally gotten your own post in my blog.)

Now, stay out of my room.

Cheeky bugger.

Much love...ishax

Escapading.

Not gonna lie- Last night was pretty amazing.

It was wonderful to see my favourite ex-collegian Con-con (debatable to some extent haha) had come up from Bunbury and was out and about at CapS; as is the college custom on a Wednesday. Being challenged to a dance battle, meeting a person who looks exactly like quagmire from the TV series Family Guy, and making the decision to become a priest in order to marry some of my good friends (both females might I add) was only the beginning of one extremely crazy night. However it seems, this morning my escapades hit me like a truck about mid-afternoon as I fell asleep on my laptop keyboard resulting in the deletion of a significantly large part of the Asian studies essay I had taken so long to write, and some wonderful key-shaped indentations on my forehead. Needless to say, I felt rather cool at this point.

Regardless as exams are fast approaching I must dig deep and find the will power to restrain myself from leaving my room for the next 3 weeks.
"Highly Unlikely"- you say?

Yeah, can't disagree with you there... ishax

Signs (I'm the lamest person I know.)

Hey guys,
Yes this is so completely and utterly pointless but at the present moment, it's helping to take my mind off of the fact that im pretty much doomed in all aspects of my uni life at present.
I apologise in advance for the genericness of this post and do promise that next time, (when I am not so stressed and apathetic) I will bring you something far greater in valued entertainment to read.

RULES:

1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, mp3 player, etc. on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.

IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY” YOU SAY?

concerning the UFO sighting near Highland, Illinois. - Sufjan Stevens

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?

Hair Down- Cold War Kids

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?

Zzzonked - Enter Shikari

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?

Ditry Trip - Air

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?

Congratulations, I hate you. - Alesana

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?

Party in a forest (Where's Laura?) - The Wombats

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?

Love for You - Calvin Harris

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?

First Date - Blink 182

WHAT IS 2+2?

Tell Me - P.diddy Ft Christina Aguilera

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?

She Glows - Dark Arts

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?

Wouldn't have it any other way - The Streets

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?

They Are Night Zombies!! They Are Neighbors!! They Have Come Back From the Dead!! Ahhhhh!-Sufjan Stevens

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?

Lights and Music - Cut Copy.

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?

I'm Like A Lawyer With The Way I'm Always Trying To Get You Off - Fall Out Boy

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?

A community service announcement - Jonathan Boulet

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?

Voodo Cowboy - The Cat Empire

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?

Lets Dance to Joy Division - The Wombats

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?

This Bitter Pill - Dashboard Confessional.

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?

The Tallest Man, The Broadest Shoulders - Sufjan Stevens.

WHAT’S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?

Television Rules the Nation - Daft Punk.

HOW WILL YOU DIE?

Grip Like a Vice - Go! Team

WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?

Stella was a driver, and she was always down - Interpol.

WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?

Chelsea Smile -Bring me the Horizon

WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?

Touch Too Much -Hot Chip.

WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?

I was a lover -Tv on the Radio.

WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?

You and Me and One Spotlight - Yellowcard.

DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?

I'm finding it harder to be a Gentleman -The White Stripes.

IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?

Young Love -The Mystery Jets.

WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?

Teaser Teaser - Ships and Anchors

WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?

Signs - Bloc Party.

I'm such a loser...ishax

Selfish Heart.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

God, I can be such an idiot sometimes.

Being so terribly needy has left me feeling horrid.

You made that much clear and

....I kind of adore you for it.

♥ .... ishax.

Not to be taken the wrong way but...

I have an urge to play around with this notion of 'THINSPIRATION'.

((weird?))

That's what I'm thinking...ishax

Night-mare

Tonight many things are going wrong for me.
1. My powerpoint just karked it so now using anything electrical is now virtually impossible.
2. I can't find my USB- which is a bad thing as it has my:

• Japanese
• Asian Studies
• Statistics

...assignments on it. (All due this week might I add).

3. I'm feeling fat.
4. I haven't done my Stats weekly lab yet.
5. My room's a mess.
6. I still have a cold.
7. The toilets in my block are DISGUSTING. (Seriously whoever keeps missing, and peeing on the seat is a wanker and yes, I know who you are.)

All that need to happen now is for me to fall up the stairs and break a bone, and I'll be set
Sigh~

Why Me? Why?...ishax

Impressing Impressions.

My first impressions of people have,

as of late turned out to be completely wrong.

and I'm actually ashamed to admit it.

How pretentious of me...ishax

Had to be said...

They say everyone should have their heart broken at least once
And that is how you grow emotionally
Well I have been misused by many, many, many men
But nothing can compare to how you treated me.

At times it really felt as though the pain was here to stay
And though it’s many years I go I feel it to this day,
And now you wanna be my friend on Facebook
Are you fucking kidding me?

All the memories are flooding back to me now
All the ways you stole the light from my eyes
I travelled so far just to get away from you
‘Til this morning’s friend request surprise!

At times it really felt as though I’d never smile again
You narcissistic arsehole, oh you nasty nasty man
And now you wanna be my friend on Facebook
Are you fucking kidding…?

I don’t care what kind of cocktail you are,
Or which member of The Beatles or which 1950s movie star
I don’t give a toss if you’re a ninja or a pirate
I suspect you’d be a pirate, but I don’t wanna verify it
And I don’t give a shit what your stripper name is
Or if your kitty had a litter
Look -- Just follow me on Twitter
I don’t care about your family tree
And I certainly don’t want you poking me…
again.

And now you wanna be my friend on Facebook
Oh you fucking, fucking fuck…
Click IGNORE.

Kate Miller-Heidke

(Facebook Song.)

Such is life...ishax

Cyclical mind-fuckery

Dear Resolve,

you're pathetic.

That is all...ishax

Drape me in gold and call me art.

Today is OKTOBERFEST at our wonderful university Tav! and guess what? I'm stuck inside, sick, and writing a Japanese assignment. Not to forget the the additions to my workload which have so pleasingly taken the form of a grim looking tower of paper and books that constantly looms in the peripheral of my vision. URGH.
There is I suppose, one upside to this weekend, despite the pressing study I owe to myself; that being our college ball. I guess considering I'm in university I should be well and truly over balls. I mean, year 12 was the pinnacle, was it not?

Yeh, IT WASN'T.
(Honestly, I wish someone would've told me that when I was becoming so stressed out over the ball in high school. If only they had told me that it's not the be all-end all!)

Anywho, the ball is this weekend and to be honest I'm rather excited for it. Just the sheer joy of being able to dress up, look gorgeous and hang out with my friends in an over-the-top, overly garish and deccadantg setting makes me go weak at the knees.
I always tell my mum that I do believe I was born in the wrong era. Sure we have super-computers, ipods and other crazy contraptions but in reality, my ideal life would've been to have lived as a deccadent flapper of the ROARING 20's;

The dresses were amazing,

The cocktail was a must,

The men were suave and romantic,

and the women, powerful, sexy and alluring.

The flapper, especially when you imagine F.Scott Fitzgerald's depiction in The Great Gatsby, has been a major inspiration no doubt to many designers as they brought a element of frivilousness, cheek and allure to what was an arguably a very rigid society. Galliano's fall 2007 collection, undoubtedly being one of my favourite to have drawn upon such inspiration.

If only I could look like this for our ball... without having people believe I'm mad :(

In all honesty, Galliano has always been one for expressing the deccadance, excess and grandure that was the roaring 20's. He's truly made self-indulgence seem simply delightful!

Needless to say, I should stop indulging and get back to my work.
So to all a good OKTOBERFEST, and to all a GOOD NIGHT!

Don't let the hangover-bug bite...ishax

Waffles.

Today I woke up with two things on my mind.

Worry- as I hadn't studied for my japanese test,
and Despair- as I came to the realisation that half-price waffle day was yesterday.
You can really tell it's gonna be a good day when worry an despair are the first two emotions you experience of a morning.

On the up side, after reading some of my Japanese notes I've learnt that they have a word that means 'RUNNING AFTER BALLS'.
Immature some may say, but I myself found this quite hilarious. - 'Tamahiroi', Word of the morning, word of the day!
(I'm assuming now that it has something to do wtih being a 'fielder'...But then again, I liked my first interpretation of the word better.)

I want waffles; kinda bad, kinda now...ishax

How long can one make me wait?!

I hate the wait.

It makes me anxious

and then I start to over-think things.

Is it me?

Am I losing it?

So I tell myself;

MUST STOP CHECKING.

but no less that 5 minutes later,

I've given in again.

Some habits are truly despicable... ishax

Wishes for Fishes.

One day, I'll fly away from this matchbox of a room.
One day, I'll float upon the clouds of venus.

One day, I'll wear the same outfit,
For an entire day.



One day...ishax