I just keep coming back don't I?
I am surprised that I can actually type in a legable fashion, being that I am three sheets to the wind on rum at the moment. Not to mention a cowboy shot that tasted like shit and if I had any germs left from my flu then they are well and truly burnt away now...
Emma took me to Arvo's today, you see. It is a thing at the uni club where booze is cheaper than usual and so we split a jug of rum and coke and just chatted while getting fershickered(drunkish). Duck, a guy from college who has brain damage, offered to sing to me being that there is karaoke there. But he sings to every girl. He's a seranade slut.
Emma tried to convince me to invite Gaso to the club with me when she and I go back to the club later... Because there's nothng like having someone who smells like rum hit on you... I am so far thinking that it is not a good idea. We'll see if I stick to it... because there could be saki and vodka later. And that never ends well. Alcohol makes my decision making brain lobe thingy very dumb. Elvis could tell me which part I lose control over, but I never pay attention in class, so I'm fucked.
Well, I'm meeting Emma at 5:45 for dinner, and being that my motor skills are seriously impaired at this particular point in time, I should start getting ready now.

Lots of love
from your friendly neighbourhood drunk,
Sugarburn

Hey,
I know I've written already today, but my night was so interesting that I had to put it down before I went to bed.
First, I have a slight thing for this German guy on college and tonight he took my hand for no reason as he passed me in the dining hall... hmmm. Makes me wonder if Duchess told him I had a near carnal thing for him. God, I hope not. I'm not in a 'relationship' head space right now. And I don't do meaningless sex so there's really no point. But I can be a silly drooly teenager in the comfort of my own home right? One of my friends thinks I'm aiming too high liking Gaso, but screw her. I don't actually think I'm good enough for him, I just like looking. We have nothing in common, its just a fantasy... harmless. Right?
Well, I finished my assignment ahead of time so I was facing a boring night of Rainbow Six: Covert Ops, lemon fizzy drink and a Johnny Cash album. Then Bill asked me to come see Walace and Gromit at the movies. 'Elmo'(alias, as if you couldn't tell) was driving out already to go to a pub to listen to some bands so we caught a lift. The movies was fun(even if I got caught trying to steal a rabbit sticker for Bill...long story). He was fun to go to the movies with.
Now, we drove Elmo's car back home and said we'd come pick Elmo up when ever he texted Bill. Now in the meantime I borrowed the Dukes of Hazzard off of Bull again. But about half way through the movie(1:30am), Cat and her group came back from the club. Cat with blood gushing out of her head. Her friend had crash tackled her into a road. Go figure. Anyway, one of her friends, Beach, got me to try and comfort the Fullback chick who'd knocked her into the ground, who was now crying her innards out. So it was a hectic half hour until Bull drove them all off to the hospital.
Just as everything quieted down, Bill turned up to get me to go get Elmo... So I stole my handbag back from a drunk chick and off we went.
When we got to the pub, Elmo was smashed. I have never seen such an adorable drunk. He was just the cutest thing. And being that he has really long hair, a concert tee from some hard-core band and was smoking for the first time I've been around him, he had transformed into Rock God Elmo. And therefore God Of Sex Elmo... don't tell anyone but I swear he was just goddamn sexy. Drunk and smoking and wearing black studded wrist bands he was extraordinarily hot. I am a sick person. Now, he's cute normally. But he'd really let go and was totally loose and it was cool. He made Bill and I promise not to tell anyone he was drunk, he was so embarrased to be drunk. He gave both Bill and I a neck massage in the car and told us both that he loved us. I like happy drunks. Now my hair smells like ciggeratte smoke, but thats ok because I like the smell...
Well, thats my night.
I saw Elvis today for the last time for two weeks and I miss him already. Boo. I'm going to get him to make good on his promise to come with me to see Serenity when it hits the cinemas here after the holidays. He's going to think I'm really weird, when he sees me watching this movie... oh well, he thinks that already, being that I've punched him many times and I have a tendancy to point out random things in the manner of a five year old...

Ok, its late and I'm sleepy and I have a finished, if not very good, assignment to hand in tomorrow.
Wishing you guys all the very best for the next two weeks, if I don't see you before then!

Lime coloured kisses from
Sugarburn

P.S.
By the way, does anyone know why two car companies put track backs on my blogs? Help! Its weird!

P.P.S
Cat just came back from hospital. She's drugged and stitched up but she's ok. Just wanted to tell you incase you were worried...

Hello everyone!!!
This blog is coming to you from my three dollar an hour computer at the uni plaza. I bought some internet time to come down here and procrastinate a little more. You see, I have an assignment due on friday and its rutting boring so I have been stalling finishing it. So far I've gotten my hair cut, watched NCIS, had numerous showers and searched for people to show my photo's of Emma's birthday to. Now I am writing this.

Well, in my new tradition of being kidnapped, Elvis and two of his friends(very cool people) woke me up on tuesday morning and whisked me away to McDonalds. This was very cool, because not only was it another way to avoid doing my assignment but it was really sweet of them to come get me. Meaghen(not sure on the spelling,I'm sure theres a 'u' and 'p' in there somewhere) wanted some 'human' contact apparently. She was getting tired of Elvis and Nathon... I like her, she's crazy and fun. After McDonalds, Meaghen decided she wanted to do something fun so we all went to the cinema, she and I played a shooting game and then we all saw 'Charlie and the Chocolate factory' or 'Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory', or whatever they call it. I've already seen it(hooray for DVD piracy), but somehow it seemed less like shit seeing it with them. Then we headed home, almost. Meaghen still wanted fun so we went on a wild hunt for a park she and Nathon knew of. Once we found it it was carnage all round, as evryone was falling off the park things or flying into them. But it was fun and no-one died, so its all good.

For all those Buffy fans out there, you'll be interested to know that I saw Joss Weadon on TV the other night. He was really cool, except that I lost so much respect for him when he said he liked 'Dude, Wheres My Car?'. Emma said she would like to marry his brain. I said 'He's kinda cute himself' and she said 'Eww, no way, he's all nerdy'. Now, I like nerds, we've been over this before. She called herself shallow because she wanted some guy akin to half the cast members of Manpower, while I'd rather have a guy who can recite half the cast list for Star Trek: The Next generation. I had to beat up Bull cause he agreed with her. Just because she said it doesn't mean he's allowed to agree. Plus, I don't like hyim so hurting him makes me happy.

I found twenty dollars in the uni plaze car park!!! It was very exciting! I am a uni student, so money is possobly my favourite thing, only a little ahead of food because without money you can't get food.... I feel kinda bad, but if I handed it in somewhere that somewhere would only keep it for itself so I voted in favour of donating it to me.

Oh, I have a new blog friend!! Her name is Rayne and she is really awesome. Shes new and she's cool so please go check out her blog "The Way Of Rayne". Ok? Ok.

This might be the last time I blog for a few weeks. I'm going home to my folks and we don't have internet. Its going to be incredibly boring at home, plus I always end up feeling really crappy. Sigh. But mum and I have plans to shop and to go see the Dukes of Hazzard. Should be cool. I get to see Jessica Simpson(dumbass skank that she is) do her "I think somethin bounced up into my undercarage" line. Its so hilarious.

Well, as my good friend Cespenar would say,'all good things must come to an end'. And this includes my procrastination... I hope.
Until next time, whenever that may be, please remember:
If you have the choice: always go see an action movie. Thats all.

Coin and ale from
Sugarburn

Since I am bored and scared at the same time(damn insomnia and Bull making me watch Dawn Of The Dead...)I am going to write The Incredible List Of Best And Worst Ever Movie Scenes. Geeky and useless it may be, but I'm terrorfied of zombies right now and anything is a welcome distraction...
And yes, they are all labelled number 1 on purpose... deal with it.

BEST & WORST SEX SCENE
Ok, now I'm a repressed teenager with over due hormones, so choosing any sex scene for the Worst tag was hard(no pun intended, I swear).

Best
1. Mr And Mrs Smith
Viloent as hell. Who hit their lover in the face with a roundhouse right in the middle of nookie? Who cares? It was excellent. Read: sexy as hell.

Worst
1.
The Sweetest Thing
Ok, now sex with a guy in a fluffy animal costume is just weird...

BEST & WORST FIGHT SCENE

Best
1. Mr and Mrs Smith
Sorry. But you had to see this coming... I loved those two beating eachother purple...

Worst
1. Cradle 2 The Grave
I love Jet Li, don't get me wrong. But that movie was shit and the final scene where they shove a toxic thingy down that guys throat was just silly. The whole scene was silly. He can do so much better than that.

BEST & WORST VILLIAN

Best
1. Sherif of Nottingham(Robin Hood: Prince of Theives)
"I going to cut your heart out with a spoon!"
"Why a spoon, cousin, why not an axe, or..."
"Because it'll hurt more you idiot!"

Worst
1. Willem Dafoe(Speed 2: Cruise Control)
God, how lame was this guy? Not only was he surviving off being sucked on by leeches but he was foiled by flipping Jason Patric, not even Keanu Reeves! Has Jason Patric got a Hawian name and a trilogy? No. Wanker. Plus, his master plan of running a big frickin' ship into land was just kinda childish. Whatever happened to stealing a submarine when your all pissed off?

BEST & WORST DEATH SCENE

Best
1. Sherif of Nottingham(Robin Hood: Prince of Theives)
Still the best after all these years... expressive without being over done, painful without being gross, plus we really hated him and he fell out a window. What more can a person ask?

Worst
1. Resident Evil
Ok, not being cut up by lasers is not only gross, but its tacky and its been done. Enough already.

BEST & WORST CAR(or other vehical) CHASE

Best
We have a tie!
1. The Italian Job and The Dukes of Hazzard
I loved every car chase in Dukes(plus they say yee haw a lot), but there was a boat chase in the Italian Job where they ran over a gondola... argg!

Worst
1. The Island
Why didn't the truck just stop? Your getting shot at and rammed into, why don't you pull the hell over? Oh well, I guess it was in the script...

BEST & WORST POINTLESS EXPLOSIONS

Best
1. Mr And Mrs Smith
They blew up the entire house with a grenade and a fuel drum(why was there a fuel drum in their basement? who knows, who cares, it looked cool.)

Worst
1.Any James Bond movie where somewhere decides to self-destruct
Well.. come on. Its pointless. All it does is give James an excuse to need to work calmly to save the chick before they become toasty and he never gets to bang her...

BEST & WORST BITCH SLAPS

Best
1. Pirates Of The Carribbean
Guy gets bitch slapped that many times, and has a definite idea about his innocence... and guilt, plus he looks like Captain Jack Sparrow. Perfect.

Worst
1. Hitch
I'm pretty sure someone got bitch slapped in Hitch. It must of been pretty bad. Because I can't be sure. So there.

BEST & WORST MONTAGE

Best
1. Dawn of the Dead
I hated this movie because its horror and its scary and gross, but there was a frickin' good montage where the survivors of the zombie outbreak are living happily in a shopping mall, and Ving Rhames is playing long distance chess with Andy on the roof via two white boards and some bonoculars...

Worst
1. Dawn of the Dead
Again. This one was at the beggining. It was creepy and gross and scary and they ruined Johnny Cash by playing him over the montage. Bah. No-one messes with the Man In Black.

BEST & WORST DANCE SCENE

Best
1. The final dance scene in Dirty Dancing
Of course. Its a classic. Nobody puts baby in a corner and Patrick Swazey was hot back then... sexy and sweet at the same time. Bravo for the 80's.

Worst
1. Starsky and Hutch
One of them got hyped on cocain and had a dance off. Need I say more?

and finally...

BEST & WORST KISS

Best
1. The Notebook
"It wasn't over. It still isn't over." Insert passionate grabbing and kissing here. I loved that kiss, just surprising enough. It was perfect, take you breath away stuff. Sigh.

Worst
1. Spiderman
The upside down one. It just made me think "All that water is running into his nose..."

Hey everyone!
Well, I was happily kidnapped on friday by my brother's girlfriend with an hours notice, to go to her birthday party... The evening went a little something like this:
-Stacey and I go shopping for party food and I find it a lot of fun.
-I worry about my general lack of social skills while relating to my brother's and Stacey's friends.
-I stay in the lounge room in the semi dark watching King Arthur because I am shit scared of being considered dumb and because I also feel like I am intruding, never mind that Stacey invited me.
-Trevor(my excellent brother) drags me out to the party 'for a while, then you can come back and watch movies'. I think he understood that I was scared. He notices more than his man's man exterior lets on... He told me to just be myself, and you never tell anyone that unless you like their self. I think he really likes me. Finally: a sibling I like and who likes me.
-I made fast friends with Trev's boss and his wife, a lesbian couple, and all the girls in the house under 12.
-Trev and I bond over cooking party foods, half of which we could not identify. If it isn't sold at a servo we think it stinks. I love my brother. We are so similar in so many ways that have nothing to do with oven bake pies.
-Stacey makes margeritas, which got progressivly stronger and which made my stomach burn but tasted nice... Stacey ended up a little smashed, dancing in the lounge room with the German Shepard. It was so cute. I love her, she's the best.
-Trev and I bond again as we clean up and throw out all the weird and stinky foods Stacey had for the party that we didn't like.
-Trev and I bond over Rambo:First Blood. We are fans of the violent, firey action movie. I loved it. I love my brother so much.
-I stay up until 4:30am watching DVD's...

And that was the party. I had a great time once I got over my inferiority fear...
Trev burnt me Mr and Mrs Smith and Constantine and when I got home I watched them with Bill in the common room.
Sigh. Home again, home again, jiggetty jig. Back to work. I have an assignment due that I have to get on really soon. It was nice to dissappear for the weekend. Pretend my assignment doesn't exist. Today I sat with my bro and Stacey while they had a midday snooze, and just read my favourite book and listened to music, ate KFC. My kind of holiday.
Well, that's all that's really happened lately. Except I got my first comment on my Ninja Weasle blog and I am over the moon! SOMEONE READ IT!! I am so happy!

Tonight I'm ending on a quote from the book I was reading today:
A man talking sense to himself is no madder than a man talking nonsense not to himself.
Or just as mad.

Fruitloops and milk,
from Sugarburn

Hi all,

Well, after a week of being sick as a dog(or maybe two dogs...) I am finally NOT GETTING ANY BETTER!!! Ok, angry voice not needed. Sorry. But I'm tired of the shivering and the fever, the headaches and the coughing and nausea... and this bloody virus thingy is making my arms dizzy. No, I didn't just lose 40 points off my IQ, this virus is effecting my balance and therefor the feeling in my arms... or at least thats what Bull said and although I am loath to agree with anything he says he does make sense... bah.

I have an assignment the is now four days overdue because I've been sick. And before you say anything about me blogging instead of working, I worked on it all afternoon and am now somewhere near halfway though. Yippee!!!

I got hit on by some guy today. This is not that weird, except he's a member of the Faculty! I'm not sure, but isn't that frowned on?!?! I mean, he isn't from my facutly, he's from the enginering faculty, but thats still part of the uni and I'm still a student... And can I just ask what it is with forign men and the fact that they'll argue with you about why you're not willing to just go anywhere with some stranger? They always want to take you far far away... alone... and I say "I barly know you". Then they always argue that "How do you get to know someone?" Weird.

Elvis and I were scoping on people in the refect the other day. We were picking out likely looking people for eachother. Word to the men out there: don't try this at home. Most girls only play that game if they want you to say something like "They all pale in comparison to you". Its a trap. I am weird and therefor I find it fun and interesting. Most girls are likly to beat you with something heavy. I'm just saying... be carful and keep your perving for when your out with the lads.Anyway. While Elvis found some girls he liked, I found less than 0% of the dudes in the refect (what's that word they use now? Oh, yeah...) 'talented'. Which lead me to wonder if I'm too picky? Having looked back on my past choices I decided against this. But, on second thoughts, did this pickiness happen after those guys? I mean, I find that I like someone, then I decide nope for some reason. I used to love the game now I couldn't really care less... This is disturbing, not to mention kind of surprising. Since there is little chance that I am growing up(trust me,I'm still the biggest flirt I know, I just lack the follow through), should I blame my new gothic coat for this sense of apathy? Cause I'm coming up all 'square one' otherwise... Oh well. My consolation for this weird affliction is that at least there is no chance of getting myself in another dud relationship just yet. Which is nice...

Can I just say that the turnout to my new blog "The Ninja Weasle and the Blanket of Infinite Doom" has been pitiful... I know that the sarcastic and half-crazed ramblings of an inanimate object and an overgrown rodent aren't everyones cup of tea, but humour me... I'm sick. Feel guilty yet? No? Ok...

Well, I'm gonna go write a quiz about which of Buffy's relationships you are most suited to or will get stuck with... I know it 12:30am but if I go to bed now I'll only lay there and feel sick so I might as well do something and feel sick...
Until I return again, remember:
Sunshine, lollypops, rainbows everything thats wonderful when we're together... fuck that. Please, I know you two might be addicted to eachother, but when you're shopping in the supermarket, holding hands while pushing the trolly just looks co-dependant and silly... At least it does to me until I have someone to do it with. Yeah, I'm jealous and hypocrytical. Deal with it.

Wishes of butterflies and can openers that work from
Sugarburn

Yo, homies!!
How is everyone?(answering this question is optional... as long as you opt to answer it).
I'm ok. My best friend hates me(for good reason), I've been really sick all day today and tomorrow I have to climb a mountian. Its been an interesting week.
My aunt and uncle came through town today and we had morning tea. I didn't take off my badges(and since they say, respectively, 'Bite Me', 'Shit Happens' and 'I'm not weird, I'm Gifted', this is a bad thing.) I was having a "I'm going to be me and screw you all" moment. They seemed to understand my small rebellion even if they didn't agree.
I found my dad his father's day gift. Teflon egg rings. Which was actually his idea. Slightly more imaginative than socks, I guess... But this whole foray into town and the buying and sending of presents (plus McDonalds and groceries) has left me considerably broke until next thursday. I think. It might be the thursday after that... Oh bugger. I have a sum total in my bank of $5.40. Woo and hoo. I have some change in my wallet but definatly not enough to go to Paraguay on. Or even to go to the vending machine on. My fault and I must live with it. Humph.
I took a bus into town this morning and the driver couldn't cash my ten dollar note. All I had in change was 60 cents, so he said to give him that and pay him the missing twenty cents another time. Which I did, much to his surprise, an hour and a half later. It was fun seeing the expression on his face. I was given a Christian mint at the bus stop by a nice lady, but I had this sudden erratic thought that eating it would make me suddenly Christian... I think a lot of people on the buses I took today thought I was weird because I was listening to music on my CD player and mouthing the words. And occasionally doing some hand gestures... What can I say?
Its so uncool when married guys stare at me when they're with their wives. Some guy was doing it over his wifes shoulder in the food court at the shopping centre. And I'm not being up myself. He was doing it quite overtly and he watched me leave too. Eeek. Mum would say, he's old and married but he isn't dead, but its like a small betrayal if you ask me. And I know all about betrayal.
I saw Jay on Wednesday. My not-really-a-friend Mel told me he was all upset and wanted to talk to me so I sent him a text message saying "Mel said you wanted to talk to me. What?" The coldest message ever written. Probably. Anyway. I was in the quad with Duchess and Elvis and he just turned up suddenly and stood there, not saying anything... Creepy. After a bit of standing he asked to talk to me in private. So we stood over under a small tree and he told me how sorry he was, how he didn't know why he did it, how he thought he was past that kind of thing, blah blah, etc. etc. And he said how all this had made him off kilter with school. I said "I'm sorry", to which he said, "No, its not your fault" and I replied "Jay? Sarcasam?" Jay: "Oh...Right." Then he said he was all torn up and stuff and that he wanted to make it right an dI said"I'm not sure I really care." Then he went about just assuming that I'd want to be friends again: "I know its going to take a lot of faith on your part, and your going to have to be the bigger person." Fuck that. I am SO not being the bigger person. Been there, done that most of my life. Sick to death of it. So he said he'd leave it all up to me, that he wouldn't contact me unless I cantacted him. And I didn't answer, I just said "Have a good day" and left. Elvis said he'd never seen colder body language than mine during that conversation. Yay for me.
I have to get a referal from my doctor so I can go to the plastic surgeon guy. I called his office and asked about the consultation and the operation. This cutting with sharp knives business is expensive!! I am so doing the wrong subject! I should be studying to be a cosmetic surgeon. Except that I couldn't bare hurting people with sharp sharp knives, touching gross things people want cut off, and I swear I couldn't help laughing when chicks come in and ask me for new boobs...
Anyway,I still have to write to my internet pal Musicisgood tonight, who will be irate and thinking I am ignoring him if I am any later with the e-mailing. So I better get going. Plus I feel really really sick, to the point of diziness and nausea and a bitch of a fever... blah.
Until I return,remember that money doesn't make you happy. But it seems to bring a cheerful kind of misery...

Wishes of puffins and free food from
Sugarburn