I'm tired of waiting :(
I know that's lame, but I am. I don't what else I should be doing!!
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Neglect.
I'm sorry, Blogger. I'm not being very good at paying you attention, AGAIN. Not much has really been happening, well it has kind of. Mainly I've been drinking a lot and ironically doing more uni work than I was last semester. However, as a result, I am now quite tired, mildy stressed and have broken out. Which really comes as no surprise after 2 weeks of pumping my body full of ethanol. Life in Melbourne is splendid as always, except for minor boy troubles, but that is, quite quite minor and doesn't really have an impact on other highly exciting things such as my football team winning today and doing things like getting drunk in Carlton Club in the afternoon with Laurie. Spectacular.
Other than that, just pre-occupied with the usual. Our 1920's themed ball is this week which is incredibly exciting. And then Masami and Chihiro come to Australia the week after. So it's all a-happening down here in Hawthorn.
Other than that, just pre-occupied with the usual. Our 1920's themed ball is this week which is incredibly exciting. And then Masami and Chihiro come to Australia the week after. So it's all a-happening down here in Hawthorn.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Apologies
I'm sorry for harping on about the no sleep thing. It's the next night and I have tried to do right by myself in getting into bed at a reasonable hour, yet sleep won't find me.
I've been lying in bed thinking, and my mind is going 100 miles an hour, and I took a double dose of cough syrup, so I should be out like a light. But regardless, there's a boy to think about and what I'm going to wear Wednesday night at the ball, and other such things remain infuriatingly close to my conciousness, keeping unconciousness on the outer.
I began thinking about my blog, and how I probably wouldn't want most of my friends to read it (as it is, it has caused problems) as it is kind of dorky and I get embarassed. And then this in turn lead to me think about how it doesn't really get read except by a very select few, and then how people start these blogs and they become these international points of interest. It's crazy. I guess I'm nto very stylish, or controversial or have any real opinion about anything that sticks.
Body image is such a loaded topic, and most of the time just turns into a big cliche anyway. What I do know is that I still spend a fair proportion of my time (much, MUCH more than I'd care to admit) stressing, cursing, pondering and raging about how I look, and what needs improvement. Obviously, the message is to be happy as you are, as long as you're healthy. Sorry to all those deliriously happy fat people. I could change how I looked, if I worked hard, but it's just not something that's a big priority to me. Every few months people seem to comment that I appear to have lost weight; I'm not getting any smaller on a regular basis, and I'm definitely bigger than say, 3 years ago, so I don't know what to put this down to.
As mentioned before, I have that weird, terribly perverse idea of becoming morbidly obese, just to challenge someone to fall in love with your personality. I have no desire to be fat. I actually have a deep seated desire to have a flat stomach; I can live with all my other flaws as they are. I probably could have it, well I know I could, and in the future I will more than likely try harder but it just doesn't mean much now. I get bored in seconds as soon as people start talking about how much they weigh, how they look fat in what they're wearing etc. I find it irrelevant, but I try to be sensitive because it has a big role in how some people see themselves.
This woman was voted the sexiest woman alive in Esquire magazine and a British MP hailed her as the ideal role model to women. Clearly, Christina Hendricks is amazingly beautiful, and the woman swears she will not go losing any weight. Good on her. Because like, say, Beth Ditto, the size isn't important. It's the response to the critics. 99% of the time, the media wins. The star slims down, falls in line, follows the trend. Even now, I can't even begin to imagine the strength of character you would need to be your own person in this business. And that's sad, because, it should be easy.
I've been lying in bed thinking, and my mind is going 100 miles an hour, and I took a double dose of cough syrup, so I should be out like a light. But regardless, there's a boy to think about and what I'm going to wear Wednesday night at the ball, and other such things remain infuriatingly close to my conciousness, keeping unconciousness on the outer.
I began thinking about my blog, and how I probably wouldn't want most of my friends to read it (as it is, it has caused problems) as it is kind of dorky and I get embarassed. And then this in turn lead to me think about how it doesn't really get read except by a very select few, and then how people start these blogs and they become these international points of interest. It's crazy. I guess I'm nto very stylish, or controversial or have any real opinion about anything that sticks.
Body image is such a loaded topic, and most of the time just turns into a big cliche anyway. What I do know is that I still spend a fair proportion of my time (much, MUCH more than I'd care to admit) stressing, cursing, pondering and raging about how I look, and what needs improvement. Obviously, the message is to be happy as you are, as long as you're healthy. Sorry to all those deliriously happy fat people. I could change how I looked, if I worked hard, but it's just not something that's a big priority to me. Every few months people seem to comment that I appear to have lost weight; I'm not getting any smaller on a regular basis, and I'm definitely bigger than say, 3 years ago, so I don't know what to put this down to.
As mentioned before, I have that weird, terribly perverse idea of becoming morbidly obese, just to challenge someone to fall in love with your personality. I have no desire to be fat. I actually have a deep seated desire to have a flat stomach; I can live with all my other flaws as they are. I probably could have it, well I know I could, and in the future I will more than likely try harder but it just doesn't mean much now. I get bored in seconds as soon as people start talking about how much they weigh, how they look fat in what they're wearing etc. I find it irrelevant, but I try to be sensitive because it has a big role in how some people see themselves.
This woman was voted the sexiest woman alive in Esquire magazine and a British MP hailed her as the ideal role model to women. Clearly, Christina Hendricks is amazingly beautiful, and the woman swears she will not go losing any weight. Good on her. Because like, say, Beth Ditto, the size isn't important. It's the response to the critics. 99% of the time, the media wins. The star slims down, falls in line, follows the trend. Even now, I can't even begin to imagine the strength of character you would need to be your own person in this business. And that's sad, because, it should be easy.
Sickness.
I can't stop coughing. So I've resigned myself to the fact I will be bad at life again tomorrow and will watched Bring It On now.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Day 14 (July 24): A hero who has let you down.
Well, I don't really have a hero/heroes. And anyone who I have an unnatural obsession with tends to be far enough removed from my actual life that they don't really have the capacity to disappoint me, except by making lousy music.
Day 15: Something or someone you couldn’t live without, because you’ve tried living without it.
These questions are actually draining me of my will to live. Well, at some point in your life, you always are forced to live without someone you think you can't live without, because it's out of your hands. I really missed eating Milo cereal when I was in Japan, but I seemed to be alive while I was there, which constitutes 'living' without something.
Day 16: Someone or something you definitely could live without.
Microeconomics.
Day 17: A book you've read that changed your views on something.
Harry Potter. Now I feel as if I can blame my terrible moods on Dementors.
Day 18: Your views on gay marriage.
Two of my close friends are gay. But even if they weren't my close friends, I still feel incredibly strongly about gay people being allowed to get married. The fact they can't is a stupid and outdated concept, and is a sad and frustrating reflection on conservative Australia.
Day 19: What do you think of religion? Or what do you think of politics?
I see what you did there, slipping in an extra question. I don't believe in religion. I half-heartedly follow politics.
Day 20: You're views on drugs and alcohol.
It's a personal choice, and one that I think you have the right to not be judged on. I'm pro drugs and alcohol.
So anyway, enough of that.
Well, I don't really have a hero/heroes. And anyone who I have an unnatural obsession with tends to be far enough removed from my actual life that they don't really have the capacity to disappoint me, except by making lousy music.
Day 15: Something or someone you couldn’t live without, because you’ve tried living without it.
These questions are actually draining me of my will to live. Well, at some point in your life, you always are forced to live without someone you think you can't live without, because it's out of your hands. I really missed eating Milo cereal when I was in Japan, but I seemed to be alive while I was there, which constitutes 'living' without something.
Day 16: Someone or something you definitely could live without.
Microeconomics.
Day 17: A book you've read that changed your views on something.
Harry Potter. Now I feel as if I can blame my terrible moods on Dementors.
Day 18: Your views on gay marriage.
Two of my close friends are gay. But even if they weren't my close friends, I still feel incredibly strongly about gay people being allowed to get married. The fact they can't is a stupid and outdated concept, and is a sad and frustrating reflection on conservative Australia.
Day 19: What do you think of religion? Or what do you think of politics?
I see what you did there, slipping in an extra question. I don't believe in religion. I half-heartedly follow politics.
Day 20: You're views on drugs and alcohol.
It's a personal choice, and one that I think you have the right to not be judged on. I'm pro drugs and alcohol.
So anyway, enough of that.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Oh. Okay.
Inception was mind fuckingly awesome. Black Rebel could be described using similar, if not the same, words. I'm going to see The Strokes tonight.
We Are The Niggers Of The World - BJM
Jumpin' Jack Flash - Rolling Stones
We Are The Niggers Of The World - BJM
Jumpin' Jack Flash - Rolling Stones
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Nonsense.
Sometimes I feel like I want to put on weight, and just keep on going, just to challenge people to fall in love with my mind, and my thoughts on the world, and my wit and humour and compassion and ability to love in adverse circumstances.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
Day 12: A band/artist who has gotten you through some tough ass days.
Ah those tough ass days. Hard to say really, perhaps the Brian Jonestown Massacre, or the Beatles. You can NEVER go wrong with the Beatles. It just takes the beginning of 'Dear Prudence' to put me in a better mood.
A run-in with the law.
Yes, today I found myself face to face with the po-po, and walked away with a little bit of paper that will see me $200 poorer in the near future. BECAUSE I HAD NO P-PLATES ON. To start with, I literally just jumped in Mum's car to drop Clare into work, the tossbag would have read my ID and saw that I lived 2 minutes away. But no. Apparantly a spotless track record, and 3 years of driving doesn't count for anything.
Anyway, that's not really my beef, I've kind of been tempting fate driving around with no plates on for a while so it's kind of my own fault, but it's just frustrating because it's not like being caught DUI or speeding...those kind of things risk your own life, and the lives of others. That's worth being fined $200 if you're going to be that stupid. Me not using my P plates, for ONE day, is hardly putting anyone in a position where they are going to die.
I was taking Clare to work at the time, and the policeman had us sitting in the car for 15 minutes, I don't know what he was doing, but it gave us time to suggest things that would be exponentially more funner than getting a dumb fine:
- Pulling away, and in order to avoid the double whammy of a speeding fine too, stick to the 50 speed limit, and lead him on a moderate-speed chase.
- Pretend to have a stroke.
- Get out of the car and put the P-plates on, making no attempt to conceal the fact we are doing so, then when he hands us the fine, look innocent and ask why? Continue to argue, as if P-plates had in fact been there all along. Continue until he draws his gun.
- Get out of the car and run into the bushes.
- Ask if we can be filmed and get to go on RBT.
How committed am I to Blogger lately!
Anyway, that's not really my beef, I've kind of been tempting fate driving around with no plates on for a while so it's kind of my own fault, but it's just frustrating because it's not like being caught DUI or speeding...those kind of things risk your own life, and the lives of others. That's worth being fined $200 if you're going to be that stupid. Me not using my P plates, for ONE day, is hardly putting anyone in a position where they are going to die.
I was taking Clare to work at the time, and the policeman had us sitting in the car for 15 minutes, I don't know what he was doing, but it gave us time to suggest things that would be exponentially more funner than getting a dumb fine:
- Pulling away, and in order to avoid the double whammy of a speeding fine too, stick to the 50 speed limit, and lead him on a moderate-speed chase.
- Pretend to have a stroke.
- Get out of the car and put the P-plates on, making no attempt to conceal the fact we are doing so, then when he hands us the fine, look innocent and ask why? Continue to argue, as if P-plates had in fact been there all along. Continue until he draws his gun.
- Get out of the car and run into the bushes.
- Ask if we can be filmed and get to go on RBT.
How committed am I to Blogger lately!
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Day 10: Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn't know
In all honesty, I have thought long and hard about ending a friendship this past week. And by end, I just mean let it drift apart, as it seems to be naturally happening anyway. But it is causing me much grief, and much of this grief seems to be caused by things that I just don't consider issues, but the other party feels otherwise. God knows I love them. But knowing this just doesn't seem to be enough for them.
That said, I don't wish I didn't know them. I don't think there's anyone I wish I didn't know. If there's people you don't want to talk, or associate with, it's easy enough to make that so. To use a quote I seem to be using too much lately, 'we're not in high school anymore'.
Day 11: Something people seem to compliment you the most on
My smile. Which I like, because it comes easy to me, and in terms of a compliment, it does a pretty good job of making you feel happy. That's the standout one, people sometimes say I am a 'witty' person, but I think I'm just really vulgar, and got lucky in the fact that I live with 79 really cool people who are just as vulgar as I am, and consider making jokes about unsavoury things such as sunflowering, sex with mothers and convincing people to get their junk out on Chat roulette the height of hilarity.
Day 12: Something you never get compliments on
Haha, what a sobering question. Probably my figure, I'm pretty honest with myself about that by now. It's not terrible, it's just nothing to write home about. Oh, to have legs that make passers by stare!
In all honesty, I have thought long and hard about ending a friendship this past week. And by end, I just mean let it drift apart, as it seems to be naturally happening anyway. But it is causing me much grief, and much of this grief seems to be caused by things that I just don't consider issues, but the other party feels otherwise. God knows I love them. But knowing this just doesn't seem to be enough for them.
That said, I don't wish I didn't know them. I don't think there's anyone I wish I didn't know. If there's people you don't want to talk, or associate with, it's easy enough to make that so. To use a quote I seem to be using too much lately, 'we're not in high school anymore'.
Day 11: Something people seem to compliment you the most on
My smile. Which I like, because it comes easy to me, and in terms of a compliment, it does a pretty good job of making you feel happy. That's the standout one, people sometimes say I am a 'witty' person, but I think I'm just really vulgar, and got lucky in the fact that I live with 79 really cool people who are just as vulgar as I am, and consider making jokes about unsavoury things such as sunflowering, sex with mothers and convincing people to get their junk out on Chat roulette the height of hilarity.
Day 12: Something you never get compliments on
Haha, what a sobering question. Probably my figure, I'm pretty honest with myself about that by now. It's not terrible, it's just nothing to write home about. Oh, to have legs that make passers by stare!
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