Archive for April, 2008

Slicing up Eyeballs

April 27, 2008

Currently listening to: Pixies – Debaser

I ask strange questions apparently. I’m always interested in how tall people are, what their favourite words are – just strange little things.

My favourite words (among many others, but these two spring to mind every time) are:




I was always kind of creeped out by the word ‘mystery’ when I was younger. Actually, I was terrified by a lot of really strange things when I was younger. The Gladiators theme song. Clowns. Dogs. Underwater. Lots of words (including ‘seatbelt’…what the fuck!?). Lots of songs, children’s songs that we danced to. There was one that terrified me. Everytime I heard it…I pictured this big wooden door with rusted hinges and a big ‘X’ on it in red paint, which could quite possibly have been blood. I can still picture it perfectly. Man, I had a weird imagination. I used to have trouble sleeping in kindergarten because everytime I closed my eyes, I would see all these eyes. It was so scary. I went with my mummy to the teacher about it and she gave me a book that was supposed to help but…I have no idea how a picture book was supposed to help, and it didn’t. Man I was screwed up, and I still am. The weird thing is that I didn’t have a traumatic childhood or anything. I had an amazing childhood. I was as happy as could be up until I was about 13. I’m just weird.

Anyway, I want to know what more people’s favourite words are. I find that interesting. Because I am weird.


Mish and I (and Robin in the background playing some really crappy skating simulator game which is nothing like skating) at Intencity.

One more day. Lame lame lame.

It only just occurred to me a few weeks ago (on the art excursion, on the train, talking to Robin) that this is the last year, and we all see each other every single day…and next year we will barely see each other, and we will actually have to make an effort to make sure that we do see each other. We are all going separate ways. A lot of them are going to the same university and doing similar, if not the same courses. I am going somewhere completely different, doing something…stupid. Some of them don’t even know what they’re doing. I’m going to have to start all over again. It’ll just be a course full of nerds. Woo!

I am of course the ‘snowman with the cat on top of it’s head’. 

Damn I’ll miss them. That includes my girlies too, but we don’t have a group drawing…


The beach house was amazing. It was a fairly cold day, rainy, and it was right on the beach (a surfing beach), but even though it was so dreary, the view was still beautiful. And oh man, they had a fucking awesome toaster! I took a photo of it. I swear, it was about to take off. Too bad I didn’t get to see it in action. 


Little Lover’s So Polite

April 25, 2008

Currently listening to: Silversun Pickups – Well Thought Out Twinkles

3 more days.

I think these holidays may have actually been more stressful than school. I never even considered that possibility, it’s just absurd.

In the shower tonight, I put my foot down (carefully, so that I didn’t slip over). I have wasted way too much time. I need to lose a heap more weight. By the end of the year. I’ll do it. There isn’t really an option. I will do it. Fuck. Even though I don’t eat very much, I’m going halfsies and cutting about half out. It doesn’t matter if I’m hungry. That’s just too bad. I’m so hungry. I had a protein shake and then watched 2 episodes of the Office, and I swear in that time it made me 8 times hungrier. I’m going to die from this.

Tomorrow I go down to Port Eliott to spend the day at my uncle and aunt’s new ‘shack’, also known as the 1.3 million dowla McMansion. I am looking forward to it because I love driving, especially through all the vineyards and to Victor Harbour and places like that.

Blah blah blah BAIL.

Walking After you

April 23, 2008

Currently listening to: Foo Fighters – Weenie Beenie

I find it amusing that some of my hits are from searches such as this and this. GIRLY GIGGLE.


Yeah. So…I’m cool.

I suppose I do actually have a fair bit to write about but I don’t really care.

I’m quite proud of myself. I’ve got the biggest/hardest part of my English application/Flash website out of the way, and I didn’t even have a teacher to help me! I am quite proud. It looks alright. That is a fair load off my shoulders.

It pisses me off when people don’t indicate. So much. I shake my fist at people. I actually do. I do it quite comically also. I shake my head too, very obviously, but that’s not as comical. People always cut me off or pull out when they really shouldn’t. I’m an asshole. I tail them. I get up super close and shake my head, or fist if I’m feeling particularly enraged. 

Psychiatrist – apparently I look like I have overcome PCOS. Well…cool!

Complications with ze trip, but I will figure it all out.

Bears. Beets. Battlestar Galactica.

P.S. What a great combination.

Am I more than you Bargained for, EH?

April 22, 2008

Currently listening to: Broken Social Scene – Anthems for a Seventeen Year-Old Girl

I must say, I was slightly disappointed with Be Kind Rewind. It was alright. It was between alright and good, but I’d say more towards alright. I love Michel Gondry, and Jack Black but…ehhhhh. It was inconsistent I thought. It was enjoyable (although I did get to the point of ‘man how much longer?’ which is a little disappointing) but hmm…The end was awesome though, I will say that much. I do still love the website though. The Sweding was great, it needed more of that. Tehehe.

Something that was a pleasant surprise was Bender’s Big Score. I watched it anxiously assuming it would be crap, but damn. It was good. Just like a really long episode of Futurama.

…I don’t like it. 

Although, I must say, Rivers makes me laugh.

Am I supposed to know the Crimestoppers number off the top of my head? I think I probably am…I could Google it but I’d rather leave it a mystery!

It was good fun to hang around at Intencity today (arcade) with some friends. We found $40.00 at Subway. They got a booth, and there was a newspaper on the table. Underneath was a $20.00 note, a $10.00 note, a $5.00 note, 2 $2.00 coins and a $1.00…yeeah. What are you meant to do with it though. No one would claim it (well, everyone would).

Tomorrow I see my psychiatrist for the first time in about a year…

I’m from Swveden. Isn’t that wvierd?

Why Bother? It’s Gonna Hurt me

April 20, 2008

Currently listening to: + 44 – Lycanthrope

Whoa…okay. I just walked to the bathroom to brush my teeth, and it wasn’t until I looked at myself in the mirror that I realised I was topless. I…well for one I’m pleased everyone else is in bed so they didn’t see me. I don’t know how I did that. 

Sit up time!

I’ve been pretty miserable tonight, I got home and was going to take a nap but I ended up reading through old messages on my phone instead. I’m such a girl…I burst into tears. Remind me not to do that again. Sometimes I hate being a girl…the…girly…stuff.

For the past week or so I’ve been in one of those…stages I go through where I don’t want to leave the house. I feel really ugly at the moment. And fat. It just sucks. I mean I always feel that way but every now and then it gets worse – it gets really bad and I just stay in bed all day and don’t eat. Bleh I hate everything.

The house I’ve always loved in Springfield, it is for sale again. Going from my uncle’s house to my grandparent’s house, we saw it was open for inspection. I went to see it and well…it really is the best house ever. I’m just $1 850 000 short. Photos really don’t do it justice. It’s kind of like our house but a heap more expensive and better maintained…and bigger and with a pool and in the nicest suburb in the state. Ah yeah.

Oh golly. I just found out at Tomo’s, Sophie, Chelsea and Leia had their wallets stolen. They left their bags in Shaun’s room. Shaun had some money stolen from his room and Leia also had her iPod taken. Which is why I always carry my bag with me, as annoying as it gets – I am paranoid and people like to steal from me. Dammit I hate people. Seriously…I just…ugh.

I think I saw a hooker today. I mean, I’ve seen hookers before but this was a trashy stereotypical hooker. She had black tights and fluoro green heels. A black bra. Her tights were pulled up over her stomach and her boobs were like hanging out of her bra a bit. She had really big red hair and she was all wrinkly and gross and she was smoking and she had crazy bright lipstick and make up and really long nasty nails. She was just standing by the road, opposite Castle Plaza on South Road. It was nasty. She was flabby. Everything was hanging out. It was like 11.15am too. And on a Sunday! Golly.

Tomorrow I’m meant to go into the city to get some food since there isn’t really anything I eat at the moment other than bread. I’m also meant to go to a movie with Hannah tomorrow night but she’s a little hard to contact. Seaspoon. 

Then Tuesday, movies with the kids. 

People making popcorn makes me realise I’m hungry and didn’t eat dinner.


Hmm…It’s beckoning me to fly there and try it out. I love roundeebouts.

Fuck tha Police

April 19, 2008

I just got home from Tomo’s party. It was a smallish shindig at his house but many a person showed up uninvited. Homie Gs started a fight right outside Tomo’s 10 year old sister’s bedroom. I tried to take care of her and her dog as she was terrified at hearing bottles being smashed on people’s heads outside her room. A police helicopter turned up and circled the place, shining an enormous spotlight and eight police cars showed up and the po po got everyone to leave.

Interesting night. I was one of two sober people attending. Huzzah!

Man I feel bad for Tomo…

Disenchanted Lullaby

April 19, 2008

Currently listening to: Foo Fighters – Tired of You

Oh boogers, how is it already 1.17pm? Gah.

I’m on a mission. Yesterday it was to finish my psychology draft and have that emailed. CHECK. Yeah, that’s really not much. Today/right now/…once I’ve finished rambling here my mission is to clean my room. It is full of crap. Not literally. All my work is on the ground in piles of subjects. My chair is covered in hoodies and all forms of clothes really. My art stuff is everywhere. I have bags all over the place. White cotton duck. Polariods. Text books. There are stockings everywhere. I think that’s what I need to sort out the most – all the stockings. Find which ones have runs and which ones can actually be worn without people thinking I’m a trashy hooker or have strange leg scarring. 

I really feel like going to Marion, but I’m not going to. I really want to but I don’t really have any money to spend and everytime I go there I just end up in JB HiFi picking out all the DVDs and CDs I want and then realise I can’t actually pay for them. It’s a rather depressing exercise. Not really, but I’m not going to put myself through that trauma. 

Today I need to watch Buffalo ’66 and A Clockwork Orange, but I probably will end up watching neither and either watch nothing or what something I’ve seen countless times.

Also, I just got an email back from my psychology teacher and geeeeze he made a lot of corrections. Oy vey I have a lot of work to do – particularly on my English application.

Tonight is Tomo’s party at the Barn. Fluro theme. I don’t think I have anything fluro…I’ll have to look around. Hmm. I’m not going to drive. I’ll get dropped off by mummy dearest and try to bum a lift home. I think that’s reasonable since I’m the one who always drives everyone around. Bastards!

Okay, time to get cleaning.

I Fell Asleep on my Arm

April 18, 2008

If you get less than 7 hours of sleep you’re more likely to die.

If you get more than 8 hours of sleep you’re also more likely to die.

If you get between 7 and 8 hours of sleep, you’re still going to die.




I am so relieved I was exposed to such a crucial piece of information.

Sweet Grandmother’s Spatula

April 16, 2008

I feel pretty bad, I’ve been crying. It’s not a big deal but I’m in shock and a little hysterical.

I went to my friend April’s place, planning to leave at 12.30am. I always park in the same place. It’s on a smallish road that goes way up into the hills. An enormous conservation park and a train line is on the southern side, houses are on the northern side. I park on a little dirt patch opposite her house, on the southern side. I’ve never had a problem.

I drive this most of the time. I think it’s that model anyway, 2004 Toyota Camry, gold. It’s my mum’s car, she lets me drive it whenever she doesn’t need it (which is often), she’s so good like that. At about 10pm I got back from getting some take out with some friends and parked it in the same place.

I left at 12.30am with a friend to drive him home. I put it in drive, try to pull out but it doesn’t move. It’s a front wheel drive, but it sounds like it’s bogged…weird because it hasn’t rained for a fair while and I specifically made a note when parking that it was dry dirt, so that wouldn’t happen. I tried again, I was going really slow because I knew that there wasn’t a heap of room for me to move. Same thing happened. We looked at each other and we got out of the car. I went around the back with my little flash light, my friend went around the front. I checked out the back wheels – nothing. I hear my friend say, ‘…oh..what…what the fuck?’ and I go to the front passenger wheel with my torch. It was a very confusing sight…there was no fucking wheel there. I just looked at it really confused and started saying fuck. I went round to my friend’s who were parked behind me to let them know what had happened…we were all really confused. I called my mum, apologised and let her know what had happened. She got my dad to drive out (we live less than 1km away luckily). We looked around for the wheel, there were a few track marks. There’s a barb wired fence which limited how far we could look but we looked as hard as we could. Not only did they take the whole fucking wheel, they took the hubcab and the nuts. It would’ve been much easier had they left the nuts. That way I could just get the spare out and do that…but noooo, they had to take the fucking nuts. It was on a slight slope so we checked to see if perhaps the people had just taken the wheel off and rolled it down the hill, but we couldn’t find anything.

My Dad came, we called the RAA. They said it would have to be towed. Some dick heads from school turned up to gawk at what was going on, that didn’t make me happy. The RAA took about an hour to show up. It would’ve taken another hour or so to get a tow truck. We got the spare out, and took a nut from each wheel, to put 3 on the new one…3 out of 5, doesn’t seem so stable. Luckily it was only 1km to drive. I had to do less than 40kmph (25mph) and it really didn’t sound good…there was a rattling noise coming from that wheel. It didn’t help that the roads up here are really bumpy and just shoddily sealed. But I got home…and fuck…fuck fuck fuck.

I feel bad because it’s my mum’s car, it’s not even my car. I wish it were a car that I owned, not someone else because I’ve created this big with something that doesn’t even belong to me. There were two other cars parked behind me…I don’t get it…why the hell…fuck.

Tomorrow I have to take my brother’s car to get some stuff and fix it myself. Now my excess will rocket up, and I’ve never done anything wrong, never been in an accident or anything…fuckers.

What the hell man.

There Goes the Fear

April 15, 2008

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Plenty more to go.