Archive for February, 2008

Polaroids and Pins

February 28, 2008

Currently listening to: Ben Folds Five – Your Redneck Past 


 Today I got my first test back for the year; maths. I got the top mark. In the class and the whole year level. 96.7%. I’m pretty excited. The average mark was 70%. 


I just imported the 2001 Extension Indonesian listening exam onto my laptop. Holy crap. An hour and three minutes of ear bleeding foreign goodness.

 I have so many movies to add to the list, I am very very far behind on my film viewing agenda.

 I have now decided I do not want to write here right now.


Jonathon Fisk Speaks with his Fists

February 25, 2008

Would you like to know some irrelevant and somewhat spontaneous facts about me? Yeah, aight. First of all, I’d like to point out just how wonderful thesauri are. They truly are brilliant. They make me feel like such a wordsmith.

  • I like…toast.
  • I bite my nails.
  • I will eat ketchup on just about anything. I don’t always, but if someone tells me to (I’m not sure why someone would tell me to eat ketchup with something), bets are I will.
  • I love undiewear and bras. They are pretty.
  • I thoroughly enjoy writing things down, and typing.
  • Highlighters are rad.
  • I avoid eye contact; when I’m talking to someone, my eyes generally wander everywhere but to theirs. It’s not a rude thing, it’s a nervous/self esteem thing. Oh yeah, and also I hate you.
  • I would marry Alicia Silverstone if I could. Actually…probably not.
  • I am so scared of spoiders I can’t even write, look at, listen, or say the word (thus ‘spoiders‘).
  • I still believe one day I will marry Han Solo.
Frank Woodley was amazing.

You WILL get Chlamydia, and Die

February 21, 2008
Currently listening to: Less Than Jake – Krazy Glue 
Lindsay Lohan looks like death.

I’m pretty sure she’s hooked up to an oxygen tank and is about to collapse forward or perhaps disintegrate and form a small pile of dust at the photographer’s feet.
Perhaps someone just opened the Arc in front of her.
Yeah, I think I’ll go with that.

We had part of a slinky. But I straightened it.

February 20, 2008
Girls suck. That pretty much sums up everything, ever. I love my girlfriends immensely, they’re not part of this rant. But still. Girls suck. And yes, I am putting every girl ever into a single stereotype.
1. Girls are Bitchy 
Ya, it’s true. They go behind your back and whine. In fact, they whine about pretty much anything. Even if you think you’re best friends with someone, there’s a good chance they’ll find something to complain about, about you, to someone else.  
2. Girls are Judgmental
They judge. Alot. And voice their opinions about it, or give the stink eye. Actually, this isn’t really just about girls, but generally all the girls I know. The racism and homophobia probably fits in here too (why is it ‘homophobia’? If you just have a homosexual prejudice, does that make you something other than homophobic? Do you have to feel scared or threatened by homosexuals to be homophobic?), that’s not cool. Quit acting so superior too, it’s not flattering.
Screw that list. It’s ramble time. 
I was talking to Robin and Bryn today and I think I realised why I feel so much more comfortable with guys than I do with girls, other than the above reasons of course. The homophobia and racism for one, that seriously…I…ugh. No. “If you have a racist friend, now is the time for your friendship to end”. Alot of it is to do with the judgement. I just don’t feel as though I can tell them anything, due to prejudices. Blah blah blah, they’re not bad people, I love them to death, but everyone has flaws. This is where the guys fit in. I feel I can disclose every single detail to them, and it won’t change anything in the slightest, because they’re not like that. I’ve never been a super girly girl, I’ve always had a nice balance. I watch the Notebook and cry and then realise how girly I’m being and tell my self to man the fuck up, and thus I go watch the Terminator, drink a beer and do some burnouts in the street. 
In Conclusion…

Girls are bitches.

Boys are inconsiderate.

I need to make my own gender. We have boobs, pretty hair, and we smell good, but we also like computer games, Back to the Future and screwing hard.

Oh yeah, and we’re not bitchy or inconsiderate.

This post sucks. 


If you can’t Trust, you can’t be Trusted

February 19, 2008

When I was younger, I hollowed out a hardback book, because I always saw them in films, and I thought it was awesome. The only problem is that I’m so honest and open with my family that I have nothing to hide in there…that and also I showed them which book it was.

Here’s your Letter

February 19, 2008

It’s time for a new blog, methinks. Just another loser who articulates their dribble for no one to read. From Xanga, to Live Journal, to Vox, to SG, to WordPress…I’m still the biggest wise-ass I know. I don’t expect anyone to read this or take any interest whatsoever, I do enjoy to collect my thoughts and be able to laugh at myself years later, but also marvel at a pretty page of text (waste of time). I’m not very talky/writey at the moment. I do feel like a hug though. Only guys though, guy hugs make me feel splendid.