Friday, October 29, 2004
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Saturday, October 02, 2004
Dis be war, yarr.
monkey 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.
fnord
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.
fnord
Wednesday, August 18, 2004
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 actually enjoy it. Weird, I know. I'm trying to save money, but the shinies are so distracting.
Speaking of shinies, I'm just a little bit smitten with the geeky entity that is The EB Guy. *sighs* It's nice to be crushing on someone I don't really know. Makes a nice change.
And I've discovered that feeling used is particularly unpleasant.
That's all.
fnord
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 actually enjoy it. Weird, I know. I'm trying to save money, but the shinies are so distracting.
Speaking of shinies, I'm just a little bit smitten with the geeky entity that is The EB Guy. *sighs* It's nice to be crushing on someone I don't really know. Makes a nice change.
And I've discovered that feeling used is particularly unpleasant.
That's all.
fnord
Wednesday, July 28, 2004
Cat 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 some girl kitties. They'll sleep on my bed.
I'll scare the neighbourhood children, and they'll spread rumours about me being a witch. The 'respectable' adults will speak in hushed tones about the crazy lady on the corner, and condemn me or pity me. Maybe both. They'll make up delightful rumours about me too, about my life when I was younger. "They say she was once in love with a handsome young millionaire," says housewife Mary to her visiting sister. "He died in a freak accident, so very tragic. The moment she found out, her hair went white all over. She was never the same again." Visiting sister looks dutifully saddened, and then asks what's for lunch. "Sandwiches," replies housewife Mary.
The church-goers will occasionally drop off casseroles and such. I'll scowl at them, and they'll eventually stop with the food. To ease their consciences though, they'll pray for me occasionally, between praying for a new car and some nice weather for the church picnic on saturday.
But my cats will love me.
I guess it's not such a bad future.
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 some girl kitties. They'll sleep on my bed.
I'll scare the neighbourhood children, and they'll spread rumours about me being a witch. The 'respectable' adults will speak in hushed tones about the crazy lady on the corner, and condemn me or pity me. Maybe both. They'll make up delightful rumours about me too, about my life when I was younger. "They say she was once in love with a handsome young millionaire," says housewife Mary to her visiting sister. "He died in a freak accident, so very tragic. The moment she found out, her hair went white all over. She was never the same again." Visiting sister looks dutifully saddened, and then asks what's for lunch. "Sandwiches," replies housewife Mary.
The church-goers will occasionally drop off casseroles and such. I'll scowl at them, and they'll eventually stop with the food. To ease their consciences though, they'll pray for me occasionally, between praying for a new car and some nice weather for the church picnic on saturday.
But my cats will love me.
I guess it's not such a bad future.
Tuesday, June 22, 2004
I'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.fnord
Stupid brain.fnord
Thursday, June 03, 2004
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.fnord
That's all.fnord
Wednesday, May 19, 2004
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 the head when he did something right. I treated him like a freakin' DOG, and he was like, "that's awesome, it more than makes up for all the insults!" Sheesh.
I'm horrible to all my male friends. Not in a mean spirited way, I never mean the insults, they're just jokes, and I like to think people KNOW they're only jokes. But still. I'm mean. And I want people to know, if they already don't, that I am only joking. I heart you all, pretty much :P. And I'm truly sorry if my joking insults hurt anyone.
I'm not just harsh to my male friends though. I'm harsh in general. Especially about skanks. Most of the time, I don't feel bad about this, especially when said skanks hurt my friends. But sometimes, I'm just a little too harsh, which is at odds with my attempts at empathy. (I'm currently blaming history teacher parents for instilling aforementioned empathy, and cussing the director of Troy for wielding the empathy as a weapon against me.) Anyway, back to the main point. A girl who was in my music class in year ten got pregnant pretty soon after the hsc and now she's ending up marrying the guy who knocked her up. My first reaction was to blast the girl for being such a dumb skank. (Not to her face of course, I haven't seen her in years.) But after thinking about it for a while, I just feel sorry for her, for the guy, and for the baby. It's not her fault, really. She's not exactly the brightest spark, and things just happen sometimes. And it's going to be hard for them all, in years to come and shit. I laughed at this girl, because she fucked up, and I'm a dickhead, but now, I feel more like crying for her. But what do I know? Maybe all of the things that've happened will bring her peace and happiness. Stranger things have happened.
Really, what I'm doing in this post is substituting prayer. I still believe in a god, but I can't bring myself to pray anymore. I don't know why. So I guess I'm writing this atypically open post as a way of vaguely asking for absolution. I'm not sure who I'm asking though.fnord
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 the head when he did something right. I treated him like a freakin' DOG, and he was like, "that's awesome, it more than makes up for all the insults!" Sheesh.
I'm horrible to all my male friends. Not in a mean spirited way, I never mean the insults, they're just jokes, and I like to think people KNOW they're only jokes. But still. I'm mean. And I want people to know, if they already don't, that I am only joking. I heart you all, pretty much :P. And I'm truly sorry if my joking insults hurt anyone.
I'm not just harsh to my male friends though. I'm harsh in general. Especially about skanks. Most of the time, I don't feel bad about this, especially when said skanks hurt my friends. But sometimes, I'm just a little too harsh, which is at odds with my attempts at empathy. (I'm currently blaming history teacher parents for instilling aforementioned empathy, and cussing the director of Troy for wielding the empathy as a weapon against me.) Anyway, back to the main point. A girl who was in my music class in year ten got pregnant pretty soon after the hsc and now she's ending up marrying the guy who knocked her up. My first reaction was to blast the girl for being such a dumb skank. (Not to her face of course, I haven't seen her in years.) But after thinking about it for a while, I just feel sorry for her, for the guy, and for the baby. It's not her fault, really. She's not exactly the brightest spark, and things just happen sometimes. And it's going to be hard for them all, in years to come and shit. I laughed at this girl, because she fucked up, and I'm a dickhead, but now, I feel more like crying for her. But what do I know? Maybe all of the things that've happened will bring her peace and happiness. Stranger things have happened.
Really, what I'm doing in this post is substituting prayer. I still believe in a god, but I can't bring myself to pray anymore. I don't know why. So I guess I'm writing this atypically open post as a way of vaguely asking for absolution. I'm not sure who I'm asking though.fnord
Saturday, May 15, 2004
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've fallen back into my old habit of insulting people with a vengence. I'm not sure why I still do it. I mean, I know why it began, but everything's different now. I guess it's just habit. I'm trying to break it.
Random observation: Sometimes when I'm typing but not paying much attention, I'll write the word "just" instead of other words in sentences. And these are the only occasions where I don't mis-type it as "jsut". Weird.
I like to write lists, so I'm going to write one right now.
My current addictions
- Fanfic. Reading it, writing it.
- 2 minute noodles.
- Chai Tea Lattes
- Chinese takeaway
- Sleep. Always sleep.
fnord
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've fallen back into my old habit of insulting people with a vengence. I'm not sure why I still do it. I mean, I know why it began, but everything's different now. I guess it's just habit. I'm trying to break it.
Random observation: Sometimes when I'm typing but not paying much attention, I'll write the word "just" instead of other words in sentences. And these are the only occasions where I don't mis-type it as "jsut". Weird.
I like to write lists, so I'm going to write one right now.
My current addictions
- Fanfic. Reading it, writing it.
- 2 minute noodles.
- Chai Tea Lattes
- Chinese takeaway
- Sleep. Always sleep.
fnord
Friday, May 07, 2004
In 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.fnord
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.fnord