tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60227642011-04-22T12:18:10.715+10:00monkey with a typewriter VBlogger really really hates me
lineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.comBlogger611100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1099042870956681782004-10-29T19:40:00.000+10:002004-10-29T19:41:10.956+10:00
adopt your own virtual pet!fnordlineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1096651580329947692004-10-02T03:26:00.000+10:002004-10-02T03:37:59.776+10:00riley.jpg
Dis be war, yarr.lineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1096650379785815122004-10-02T03:04:00.000+10:002004-10-02T03:09:14.680+10:00monkey V, now home of sporadic and arbitary updates.
I've moved elsewhere in terms of online diary-ing, but I keep this for the hell of it.
And for moblogging, if it decides to work.
yeah.
also, new template, still under tweakage.
fnordlineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1092822643905500632004-08-18T19:32:00.000+10:002004-08-18T19:56:30.813+10:00Antisocial. Update of sorts.I've been so lazy posting in this blog. So this is an update, of sorts.
This entire winter I've just been more anitsocial than I've been in my entire life. And I've been cold, much colder than usual, physically, even though this winter hasn't been especially cold in terms of temperature. I don't know. I'm (generally speaking) content, I just really hate winter.
I work at a shoe store now. I lineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1091016082613110882004-07-28T21:59:00.000+10:002004-07-28T22:01:22.613+10:00Cat Lady
This being the blog for whiny over-dramaticness, this is going to be a whiny and over dramatic post.
I'm going to be a cat lady when I grow up. I'm going to save every last penny now so I can retire young, own my own home and fill it with cats named after the children I'll never have. There's going to be a little boy kitty called Caleb Zephir, and another called Lucien. And maybe somelineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1087829218169661182004-06-22T00:42:00.000+10:002004-06-22T00:46:58.170+10:00I've always been an evening person. This is getting ridiculous. The last time I remember having such an aversion to going to sleep at night was in year eleven. Under such totally different circumstances too.
Stupid brain.fnordlineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1086266486298601672004-06-03T22:37:00.000+10:002004-06-03T22:41:26.300+10:00Fuck you, immune system.My immune system hates me. It really fucking does. Last week it was a stomach bug that led to the pukin gup of several internal organs. This week, it's a headcold that has led to me sand-papering off most of the skin on my nose, and will probably lead to me coughing up the remainder of my internal organs. So, a brief message to my immune system: Fuck You.
That's all.fnordlineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1084891854603753732004-05-19T00:49:00.000+10:002004-05-19T00:50:54.603+10:00Quoth Mike: "Harsh!"I am, all in all, too harsh, and way too mean.
For example, I am HORRIBLE to Luke. Not in the same was as someone else in particular, being that I don't go out of my way to encourage then crush his hopes in the span of an evening. But still, I'm mean to the poor boy. In a joking manner, I say some pretty cruel shit. On friday night, Luke practically fucking beamed because I patted him on thelineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1084609335926037302004-05-15T17:40:00.000+10:002004-05-15T18:22:15.926+10:00A thousand words. Well, not really.Sometimes I open up the blogger editor when I have nothing to say. This is one of those times. So I'm just going to blather on. No-one's making you read.
I feel very distant from people at the moment, like I haven't spoken to them in ages. Which is true in some cases. Some of them I miss terribly. Some of them... well, I'm not quite so fussed. That sounds horrible, I know. But yeah...
I'velineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1083927311945580022004-05-07T20:55:00.000+10:002004-05-07T20:59:39.246+10:00In the movie Dogma, the character Bartelby, a fallen angel rants to his friend Loki, another fallen angel about their predicament.
He complains about the fact that God has "infinite fucking patience" for humans, and yet after one screw-up, was willing to toss the angels out of paradise. And then he bitched about the fact that humans treat God like shit.
And I had a point, really.
Yeah.fnordlineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1083925885751102132004-05-07T20:31:00.000+10:002004-05-07T20:35:53.356+10:00My back hurts. My neck is cramping. I have a headache. I'm not entirely sure whether I still have muscles below the knees.
Why?
I got a job. And they made me work twelve hours as my first shift, yesterday.
Bastards.
fnordlineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1083846901878737362004-05-06T22:35:00.000+10:002004-05-06T22:55:23.606+10:00Well, someone's totally missed the point. And for once it isn't Luke OR Mike.
You know what? I don't fucking care either. I don't care what it was that bothered you. It's in the past, like you said. I don't even care that you didn't tell me. But for a while, I actually cared that you had such a fucking low opinion of me. *shrugs* But, you know, stuff it. I'm way too tired for this shit.
lineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1083674327066376022004-05-04T22:38:00.000+10:002004-05-04T22:42:43.936+10:00I have a presentation due tomorrow. Well, due a week ago. But tomorrow.
I got a job. My manager is cool.
I am really really stressed at the moment, in a quiet, don't-piss-me-off-or-I'll-cry kinda way.
That's all.fnordlineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-108338875280402252004-05-01T15:19:00.000+10:002004-05-01T15:23:32.060+10:00"Hi, we're supposedly close but I don't trust you/ I think you're overly judgemental, but don't be hurt!"
Yeah. Right.fnordlineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1083338472124183772004-05-01T01:21:00.000+10:002004-05-01T01:25:30.543+10:00The Phantom Dot
Why, may I ask, is there a random fucking DOT in the top left hand corner of my page? And before any smartarses tell me if must be a fuck-up in the html, it isn't. Not that I can find at least. It just doesn't EXIST in the html coding. I'm issuing a challenge. Can anyone figure out why the fuck this random dot appears on my site? If you do, let me know, and I'll... um... makelineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1082720366130890772004-04-23T21:39:00.000+10:002004-04-23T21:43:34.606+10:00The city.
I went into the city, which rocked, despite extreme lethargy. Jenny and I did all the city staples, such as shopping, tea and gallery. I got the niftiest handbag.
Question: Why is that I find public displays of affection gross when the couple is straight, but adorable when they're gay?
This is where I get stupid.
Okay, so I've always been stupid. It's nothing new. I'm just lineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1082517029789272532004-04-21T13:10:00.000+10:002004-04-21T13:14:35.326+10:00I know, it's been approximately forever since I last posted. I been immersed in other internet sub-cultures. I've been writing and posting a lot of fanfic, so that's taken up most of my typing energy.
Random things of questionable interest, in no particular order:
- I got a new phone. It has a camera, and it's all 'round pretty damn spiffy.
- I went up the beach with Mike, and we made a lewd lineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1080966619431296432004-04-03T14:30:00.000+10:002004-04-03T14:33:59.966+10:00 Quakin' in my boots
Now, I'm not going to play some kind of freedom-of-speech martyr or anything. It's hardly worth the effort. But still, I will say; a couple of empty threats voiced by some anonymous pre-pubescent sounding troglodyte are hardly going to stop me from writing whatever the fuck I want on my blog.
That's all.fnordlineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1080641408147211422004-03-30T20:10:00.000+10:002004-03-30T20:17:44.873+10:00 It's been a really really long time since I've blogged properly. So I'm attempting to do so tonight. I'm not promising anything though.
I don't have a lot to talk about though. I've dropped one of my uni subjects, because it was boring me shitless, so now I only have 3 hours a week of classes. I keep meaning to get a job, but so far I've been lazy/unsuccessful. I'll get one lineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1080447367957417402004-03-28T14:16:00.000+10:002004-03-28T14:26:41.326+10:00 Muse, Falling Away With You
I can't remember when it was good
moments of happiness elude
maybe I just misunderstood
all of the love we left behind
watching the flash backs intertwine
memories I will never find
so I'll love whatever you become
and forget the reckless things we've done
I think our lives have just begun
I think our lives have just begun
and I feel my world crumbling,
I feel my lineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1080004875305120782004-03-23T12:21:00.000+11:002004-03-23T12:24:40.700+11:00 I went to Placebo on friday night, and it kicked ass, but somehow I just didn't feel like blogging about it. I still don't. *shrugs* Don't ask me why, I honestly don't know.
I'm very much at a loose end at the moment. Both at this very second, and in general too. I blame uni. I think I'm going to drop one of my subjects. It really doesn't interest me. All in all, university is reminding lineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1079677079230216352004-03-19T17:17:00.000+11:002004-03-19T17:21:19.450+11:00You are the grammar Fuhrer. All bow to yourauthority. You will crush all the inferiorpeople under the soles of your jackboots, andany who question your motives will beeliminated. Your punishment is being the baneof every other person's existence, becauseyou're constantly contradicting stupidity.Everyone will be gunning for you. Your dreamsof a master race of spellers and grammariansfrighten the lineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1079676605027276192004-03-19T17:10:00.000+11:002004-03-19T17:13:25.390+11:00You are Schroeder!
Which Peanuts Character are You? brought to you by Quizilla
fnordlineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1079674932873105612004-03-19T16:42:00.000+11:002004-03-19T16:45:32.733+11:00Postatem obscuri lateris nescitis.
fnordlineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-107892522084208062004-03-11T00:27:00.000+11:002004-03-11T00:30:09.030+11:00What's wrong with me? (self indulgent whining. It's for MY benefit, not yours. Hence the "self indulgent" tag.)
I spent the past thirteen years of my life wishing I wasn't at school and now that I'm out, I miss it. I'm so disgusted with myself. I mean, I'm not so far removed from the situation that I've forgotten that school was largely hell for me, and that I totally hated it, I guess I just lineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1078740952377589222004-03-08T21:15:00.000+11:002004-03-08T21:18:57.856+11:00Noisy Minahs are the white-trash of the bird world.
Most evenings, my family eats dinner outside, in our backyard. We have a large jacaranda tree, which is a popular hang for the local birds. Tonight I witnessed an altercation between a noisy minah and a rainbow lorikeet that resembled an episode of Jerry Springer so much I could practically hear them yelling at eachother. "Yo bitch, you stole lineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1078482534866704292004-03-05T21:28:00.000+11:002004-03-05T21:31:55.996+11:00The world is topsy-turvy. I don't like it at all.
I miss.......... stuff. People. Things.
Pfft.fnordlineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1077953262651829882004-02-28T18:27:00.000+11:002004-02-28T18:30:35.466+11:00This post was written by Caroline's feet: victims of abuse. (Who coincedentally talk like Gollum.)
We hateses Caroline. Filthy whoreses. Makes us walk around the city, she does! All the way to fucking Oxford St, she does! Retail therapy she callses it. Not therapy for us, no. We hurts. We aches. Stupid tricksy Caroline. fnordlineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1077795909388117512004-02-26T22:45:00.000+11:002004-02-26T22:47:59.373+11:00So, as I've mentioned a zillion times to people in real life, I got two wisdom teeth out on saturday. You'd be amazed how many people get squicked when someone wails out "I've got stiches in my mouth!". Okay, maybe you wouldn't, but I was. A little. So I'm pretty much recovered now, s'long as I don't smile too much. Anyways, my speedy recovery has allowed me to have far more of a social lineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1077085743019125932004-02-18T17:29:00.000+11:002004-02-18T20:05:57.403+11:00Mike, you did actually start a meme of sorts, as much as I hate to admit it. Remember how you used to say; "all I heard was 'blah blah blah I'm a dirty bitch'"? Well, that started me saying "blah blah blah penis", which led to Jenny saying it. So if you want to lay claim to a meme, that's as close as you're going to get. Don't go scabbing Carson from Queer Eye's memes.
Anyway, in an attempt to lineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1076997802747989662004-02-17T17:03:00.000+11:002004-02-17T17:06:00.623+11:00Last night was interesting.
Interesting is definately a word for it. I'm going to be all cryptic about it, I'm sorry to all of you who suffer from chronic curiosity. I share your pain, honest! I just can't go into details.
I had a conversation, it was strange, cathartic even. And it made me miss Queer as Folk. Now you KNOW it was a big deal.
*sighs*
So little freedom left. Only a few days lineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1076911667187491322004-02-16T17:07:00.000+11:002004-02-16T17:10:23.640+11:00Mike told me I had to blog, and I thought I'd take a page from his book and bow to peer pressure :P
I'm not sure what to blog about though. I've actually done more than usual this week though, so perhaps I'll give y'all a recount. Don't you feel special?
On Wednesday night I went up the beach with my brother, which was cool, but not highly eventful. I came back by train on friday so I could go lineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1076235087181909602004-02-08T21:11:00.000+11:002004-02-08T21:13:52.733+11:00Normally, I'm all like, "yay! angst!" but now it seems to be less shiny.fnordlineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1076160291615894482004-02-08T00:24:00.000+11:002004-02-08T00:27:15.860+11:00This week has been ANGST WEEK.
Not that I've been angsty, well no more than usual at least. No, inanimate objects have been exuding more angst than Heath would if he were gay. (And that's a lot of angst)
My computer has been angsty. It randomly committed suicide earlier in the week, dragging my files into the depths of hell with it. Bastard. It managed to climb out of hell, but decided not to lineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1075514978172995082004-01-31T13:09:00.000+11:002004-01-31T13:11:52.280+11:00Adventures in Campbeltown
Yesterday was fun. Em and I went to visit Jenny. We made a one and a half hour trip last four hours. We were so proud. We wasted lots of time at random shopping centres, and Emily's big 4 wheel Drive got attacked by a rabid dog. Honest! And then after that we attracted lots of stares in McDonalds by laughing (loudly) at the strange, lewd and random messages sent to me bylineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1074997279178362182004-01-25T13:21:00.000+11:002004-01-31T13:25:15.716+11:00Just a short post to say that Deon's party ROCKED. But I'm too tired to be bothered to write anything more. *shrugs*. maybe later.fnordlineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1074266681781745372004-01-17T02:24:00.000+11:002004-01-31T13:26:33.576+11:00I'm sure I've posted these lyrics before. But oh well. You can read them again.
Selfless, Cold and Composed
I
said what you wanted to hear
and what I
wanted to say
so, I
will take it back
are all of the dishes in tact?
let them be
broken
broken
it's easy to be
easy and free
when it doesn't mean anything
you remain
selfless, cold
and composed
you've done me no
favor to call andlineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1074158647192024522004-01-15T20:24:00.000+11:002004-01-31T13:27:44.186+11:00
Stupid impacted wisdom tooth. If it's so fucking wise, how come it can't grow straight? *grumbles* So like, now I have to go an have surgery to pull the stupid piece 'o crap out. Wisdom teeth my ass.fnordlineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1073822062681071972004-01-11T22:54:00.000+11:002004-01-31T13:31:27.903+11:00Avoid & Conquer.Avoid & Conquer.
It's a strategy. Avoid stuff for long enough and it goes away. Right?
I felt sick yesterday, so I went back to bed, hoping it would go away. And it did. Which means that it must be a valid strategy. (Never mind that the sickness came back later)
Following the results of my highly scientific research, I've decided to apply this tactic in other areas. Avoid problem = it goes away?
lineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1073650226718717672004-01-09T23:10:00.000+11:002004-01-31T13:32:04.623+11:00Don't keep all your hobbits in one basket.Don't keep all your hobbits in one basket.
Kath and I have drawn up an agreement.
Every saturday, until Kath reaches the age of 18, I have custody of Orlando Bloom. After that, I get him every second saturday. To make up for this, I get Sean Bean, Sir Ian McKellan, Billy Boyd and John Rhys-Davies. The pick of the crop. Kath SO got gypped. Ha Ha! Although she has informed me of plans to keep lineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1073045049125605982004-01-02T23:04:00.000+11:002004-01-31T13:38:40.640+11:00I was bored, and I felt like playing with some code, so I present to you my special edition negative blog. I told you I was bored. It probably only looks decent in ie (whatever I have) so if it looks crap, it's not my fault. Honest.
Anyway, I fulfilled a New Year's resolution! Aren't you all proud of me? Ok, so it's not that big a deal. It's just that I've never fulfilled one before. Go me. I lineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1072952981479919622004-01-01T21:29:00.000+11:002004-01-01T21:29:59.286+11:00You're Skittles!!! You have a very interestingpersonality, you're so unique. You're the kindof person who always thinks outside of the box.You're also a very accepting individual, andbelieve in inner beauty.
Which kind of candy are you? brought to you by Quizilla
fnordlineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1072915931506885542004-01-01T11:12:00.000+11:002004-01-01T11:12:29.496+11:00Ah, a new year dawns. How exciting. *cough* This is where I might be tempted write a long, introspective post about the year that is passed, and the year that lies ahead. Fuck that for a joke. I am WAY too lazy. Last year was ok. Hop ethis year's better. That's more than enough.
So, happy new year and all that.fnordlineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1071987651014864582003-12-21T17:20:00.000+11:002003-12-21T17:21:06.143+11:00Glass jars are a conspiracy.
Really, they are! I made pasta last night, and as I wandered in to the computer to get my dad to open the jar of spinach and ricotta sauce, it hit me. Glass jars perpetuate the patriarchy! Think about it. Those damn lids are screwed on so fucking hard, it's impossible for females to open them. Not that I'm belitteling female strength, but it's a well-known fact that lineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1071932461857119752003-12-21T02:01:00.000+11:002003-12-21T02:04:58.193+11:00
Two of my sisters, my mother and I went looking at Hanukka lights tonight. It was lots of fun. That's all I think.fnordlineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1071900344993026882003-12-20T17:05:00.000+11:002003-12-20T17:08:16.400+11:00Yesterday (at least, I think it was yesterday) I watched an episode of Recess. It's a kid's cartoon that's centred on a group of fourth grade misfits who like to make assorted mayehm during recess. Basically. Anyway, in yesterdays episode, the 'cool" group decided to give every single kid on the playground a ranking out of ten. T.J., the main character, tries to convince his friends that the lineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1071719511179802642003-12-18T14:51:00.000+11:002003-12-18T14:52:05.796+11:00She's blogging. Don't die of shock y'all.
Let's start with saturday. Saturday was... interesting. I went to Jenny's house. The evening was so promising to begin with. And I'm sure it would've been a fantastic evening, had I been with MY friends. Jenny's friends aren't horrible or anything, but I'm not entirely comfortable around strangers. Getting pizza, driving around somewhat aimlessly and lineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1071230781515275132003-12-12T23:06:00.000+11:002003-12-12T23:06:34.440+11:00What Famous Leader Are You?
fnordlineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1071223382533885992003-12-12T21:03:00.000+11:002003-12-12T21:03:15.473+11:00How abundantly crap.
In a tribute to General Maths, I present to you a selection of highly accurate probabilities.
The not-crush
Probability that he likes someone else: 94/100
Probability that he likes no-one: 4/100
Probability that he's in love with himself: 1/100
Probability that he likes me: 0.00000003/100
Probability that I'm pathetic as all fuck: 1
The future
Probability that I'll end uplineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1070625144860995662003-12-05T22:52:00.000+11:002003-12-05T22:52:36.116+11:00The grasshopper came back. Three nights in a row. I'm going to have to train the cat to hunt it down and kill it. I like my sleep too much to put up with some chirruping ugly brown thing residing in my room.
I feel like bitching, but no, I don't do that anymore. *giggles* Never. I never bitch. *falls down laughing* I'm ok.
I ate so much pizza tonight. I ate SO much pizza. I ate copius amounts lineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1070430114097220852003-12-03T16:41:00.000+11:002003-12-03T16:42:22.986+11:00 It was two-thirty in the morning. I had just dragged myself upstairs to go to bed after a long and tiring day of doing absolutely nothing. I was lying on my bed, trying to organise my limbs in a manner that would mean as few springs as possible poked into me. The stereo was on, I was listening to Les Miserables through earphones. And then I heard it.
I didn't really notice it at first, but whenlineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1070071379899692162003-11-29T13:02:00.000+11:002003-11-29T13:04:26.123+11:00I've an entire meal's worth of food scraps trapped under my acrylic nails. That is all.fnordlineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1069844667623230832003-11-26T22:04:00.000+11:002003-11-26T22:04:36.403+11:00 I've always thought schoolies should be about friendship. Having never been the type who enjoyed getting wasted and getting onto people, I always wanted my schoolies to be a time spent with my friends, enjoying their company for a final time before everything changed. I guess this was what my schoolies was. It was all about friendship. Gaining it, strengthening it, losing it. Schoolies really lineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1069579600429360052003-11-23T20:26:00.000+11:002003-11-23T20:26:48.153+11:00*staggers in, blinks a few times and falls asleep*
So. Schoolies. What to say?
It was good, overall. Assorted bits were... crap, but the majority was fan-fucking-tastic.
But I'm very tired, so all I have to say is MANJUBBLIES!fnordlineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1068787262044572212003-11-14T16:21:00.000+11:002003-11-14T16:22:36.263+11:00and now, a message from everyone's favourite cuban revolutionary:fnordlineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1068785676679921282003-11-13T15:54:00.000+11:002003-11-14T16:23:10.373+11:00
fnordlineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1068549483819795622003-11-11T22:18:00.000+11:002003-11-11T22:18:58.230+11:00I'm very bored.
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*sighs* I wish I had something interesting to say.fnordlineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1068345453744753392003-11-09T13:37:00.000+11:002003-11-09T13:37:37.610+11:00I haven't blogged in a while, but it's not my fault, honest. I've been planning every minute detail of schoolies. Well, maybe not every detail, but I've done a fair bit. I know, I'm not being terribly modest, but I don't care. I figure I'm allowed to crap on about how much work I've done, because by having schoolies at my place I'm saving people a few hundred dollars each.
Anyway, my brother lineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1068029371744328232003-11-05T21:49:00.000+11:002003-11-05T21:49:34.543+11:00Everyone is so bored and boring lately. Including me, I'll admit it. The HSC has made us all social retards or something. I'm pining for decent conversation. Anyway, I'm going inot the city tomorrow, so at least that should rock.
*sighs* I'm uninspired.fnordlineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1067863833410450422003-11-03T23:50:00.000+11:002003-11-03T23:52:46.630+11:00Monday night is queer night. Queer Eye, which I watch occasionally, and Queer as Folk, which I watch religiously.
This brings me to point #1.
Straight guys are boring. No really, they are. No offence or anything, but generally speaking, most straight guys are so uptight and emotionally retarded they can barely breathe. It gets tedious after a while.
Ultra-cool famous guys with gay/bi tendancieslineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022764.post-1067769412517458172003-11-02T21:36:00.000+11:002003-11-02T21:36:54.823+11:00*sighs*
welcome to the new, fifth and final monkey with a typewriter. Blogger has fucked me over, yet again.
Stupid tricksy blogger.lineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03518371874159802927noreply@blogger.com0