I JUST SAW GARY ALLEN IN CONCERT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now, about 95% of the people who read this statement will go ‘huh’? But the other 5% will be ecstatic. Gary Allen is one of my favourite country music singers. He is FREAKING AWESOME!!!! And that’s just on CD. In person he is so incredible that I thought I was going to hyperventilate for the first half hour of the concert. I have never screamed that hard in my life, and being that my normal scream is infamous that’s a hell of a thing...
I took 21 pictures!! At first I said to myself that I would only take one when he played one of my favourite songs. But that was every song, so when that went out the window I just snapped away basically whenever he moved to a new part of the stage... I am such a freak. But wait, there’s more: I bought a Gary Allen tee-shirt and a key ring. Oh the shame... but I love my tee shirt and I have taken several pictures of it too. And my Gary Allen key ring. And my ticket.
And Jake Kelly tipped his hat and winked at me!!!!! Jake Kelly is Gary Allen’s acoustic guitarist. By the time I finish with this story it will have become passionate sex and a marriage proposal, but I preserve the truth for my blog community! I could never lie to you...
I had the best time ever! The absolute best night of my entire life!!!! I clapped and shouted and we all sang happy birthday to Gary’s lead guitarist Dave and I can’t stop saying it: I SAW GARY ALLEN LIVE IN CONCERT!!!!!!!
I did feel out of place though, in a crowd of women who wear western boots and Wrangler’s, and men who’s idea of dressing up is a clean pair of jeans and a puffy shirt that Garth Brooks would be too embarrassed to wear. I looked semi-Goth in a burgundy silk shirt, black pants, black boots, black eye make-up and a long grey jacket. But I felt good, so stuff anyone who thought I should be at a heavy metal concert. At least I didn’t rock up to the theatre in a Ford Ute with ten antennas on the bonnet and a set of spotlights for pig shooting that could light up a Black Hole...
I met a lovely lady named Margaret and we had a few drinks before the show. We were both drinking Malibu and coke(I was by no means drunk, I had two just to chill out and have something a little special) and we loved all the same singers. She has seen everyone in concert who I would give both my kidneys to see. We even shared a cab home. It was nice to make a friend.
Well, its late and I am hungry! Thanks for listening, I really needed to get it all down so I could sleep... or otherwise I’d still be up three hours from now going I SAW GARY ALLEN LIVE IN CONCERT!!!!!!! No, seriously...
Not sure when I’ll get to post this but y’all have a great night just the same, and I hope that your first concert is/was/or will be as awesome and perfect as mine.
Big hugs of joy and country music!
Sugarburn

Lets talk about sex.
Ok, maybe not too in-depth, but in sufficient depth as to eventually get around to saying something I want to say.
When I was a kid I started thinking about sex rather early... I was twelve when I had my first sexual fantasy. It involved two characters (me in the role of the girl) from this western show I loved called The Young Riders. They had this really cute relationship and I knew that they had, you know, done it, even though I didn’t really know what it was. I wanted that. I was twelve and already I was dreaming about heroic, slightly stoic manly men taking me to bed. Very sad. So I have been fantasizing in the recesses and not so background parts of my brain for about seven years. Its gotten me through high school, so I’m happy. Not all of them were sexual fantasies, a lot were about me joining the military, or the CIA, the FBI, being a superstar or the new vampire slayer... never mind.
Skip ahead to the beginning of this year and you’ll find me and all my happy bunnies and flowers thoughts about sex kind of squished. But I was and still am an avid fantasizer (if there is such a word and Microsoft Word says there isn’t). Of course, the fantasy sex is destroyed forever by the actual sex you’ve had... Dammit.
I am bringing up the subject of fantasy sex because Emma did. She and I were talking about it for a while. Apparently she was dying for some really good sex. Now, most people would laugh because she’s a virgin, but I’m here to tell you that that means shit. And I was laughing at her, possibly not the best idea, because she had my twelve year old ideal of sex with the cotton sheets and the special, gentle guy who loves you very much, and the really good sex. Yeah, right. Anyway, we were talking about sex in fan fiction and she told me about the term citrus. Citrus is sex fiction on fan fiction sites. There are limes and lemons, apparently(aren’t the god given names of things good enough for the fiction nerds?). Lime stories are basically big teases: they get hot an heavy and drop it right before the good stuff. Lemon stories, however, are like Smirnoff vodka: straight and pure; no holds barred, explicit.
I am going to start a new blog. This one isn’t going to be about my so-called life, or a fictional Weasel with a ego problem. It will be about sex. Fictional sex. It will be simply called ‘Citrus’. I intend to write lemon stories about relationships and sex and love and all that jazz. But not realistic, vanilla, sex like everyone on the planet is getting, except for perhaps Angelina Jolie. Not about the love you hear from guys who want to get you into bed, or relationships that end in one or both of the participants wanting to either strangle the other or to slash their own wrists out of the sheer pain of being burnt so bad. It’ll be my imaginations version of sex and love. And my imagination has had a long vacation so bear with it.

Hullo!

When I tell you about my wednesday night you are so going to dob me into alcoholics anonomys(spelling? meh). Every second blog I write these days has the word 'drunk' in it, it seems, and this one is no different. My friend Megz invited me on a girls night out on wednesday. We got all dressed up and got really drunk before we left for the uni club. It was fun just having a girly chat with her, talking and drinking and laughing and being silly. Elvis got several really stupid messages from my alter-ego 'Retard Chick',which he will hold against me until I die.
Then we went to the club. Now, I hate the club, lets get this straight. Its crowded, the lights make me dizzy(after a lot vodka, dizzier...), there are tons of weird people and I usually end up doing something stupid... In fact, about 50 to 60 % of all the stupid things I have every done have been done or started at that club. So it was no great surprise to me that when Megz dared me to kiss this guy named Brad sitting next to me who was hitting on me, I did so. Twice. The second time I did it because I felt bad that I had started it as a joke. I felt like I was obligated... go figure my psychological problems because I can't(which is disturbing being that this is what someone will hopfully be paying me for in the future). But Megz eventually helped me get rid of him, with a little hel from... gasp! Jay. Eeek. I think I said I forgave him that night... Dammit. I still want to be angry. Anyway, Brad came back one more time and asked me to dance, but I said no I couldn't, because I didn't want to. Then I said shoo. Megz said it was kinda cold, but hell, I didn't know him and I was three sheets to the wind and in no need of a third round of tonsil hockey with some guy who wears a baseball cap inside a dark nightclub...(Megz kept saying she wished she'd gotten kissed and I eventually almost yelled at her that tomorrow I would feel dirty and empty and I would hate myself far beyond reason, and she said she would too but she really wanted to hook up with someone anyway...)
Anywhoo. Then I spent the rest of the night consoling Megz because she didn't get hit on. Now, what is more disturbing than an absolutly hot girl like her feeling that her self worth is somehow linked to the number of guys who say to her 'Nice shoes, want a shag?' or oggle her boobs(impressive though they are) is that we are both nearly identical in this respect. Sigh. I am getting better at this, though. Ok, not really, but I'm trying. She and I both need attention to feel validated as human beings. Makes you wanna throw up, doesn't it? Actually, in more ways than one are we very similar. We have the same birth date, which means the same star sign and we are too alike for it to be healthy. Except she does not like to be looked at. Strange for a girl who craves attention, but hey, I can't talk, I have my own problems... The only thing I don't understand is this: why didn't she get hit on? (Except by this guy named John, who I slapped upside the head for calling me names. Don't ask.) As she so bluntly pointed out many many times, I was getting far more attention than her. Which frys my brain because she is gorgeous. She has the most perfect eyes, great body, very large boobies. And she was dressed up way sexier than me. I was just dressy, not sexy and I was wearing my army jacket which screams fuck off... SO WHY IN SAMHELL WAS SHE HAVING SUCH A PROBLEM? I'm not that good... contrary to what I said during my drunken formal blog, all of which I ferverently take back as vodka induced drivel. I'm ok, but not stunning. She's a 10, I'm a five. So what was it? I think its time for an option list!

1. My theory is right and I just look really dumb...
2. My mother is right and its only my personality that is attractive.
3. Megz' personality is really unattractive. No likly, she is cool and fun.
4. We stumbled through a rip in the space time continueum and landed in a Bizzaro world where people like big asses and small boobs, not the other way around...

I'm gonna go with number 4...
I never intend to be as drunk again as I was that night. I could hardly dance because my legs were not responding in their normal fashion... I made peace with that jackass of a person and spent about $50 on alcohol... Bad bad night. Eeek. And to cap it all off I was hungover the next day, Megz said Elvis was pissed off about the kissing thing and I now have a data anlaysis assignment that is way overdue. Can I please die now? Please? I'll do it quietly, I swear...?

Elvis invited me to go to Brisbane with him! I have never been there before, except once when I was tweleve but only to the airport... I was really excited until realized that the weekend he wanted to go was the weekend I had a ticket to see one of my favourite singers in concert. There was very nearly crying. But he swears we can organise to go another time soon and I'm static because he's fun and we're probably going to Dreamworld or Movie World (Stow it Elvis, a movie ticket does not trade for Dreamworld, and don't you start with me! I am strong, I am solvent, I am woman, etc.) I can't wait!

Exams are nearing and I know I will fail Data for sure... I will probably pass Psych, and maybe Asia but I am in doubt with English lit because I haven't read even half of the readings. Ooops... For class participation my English tutor gave me 2.6/10. Bastard. Just because I didn't want to argue about homosexuality or browbeat the working man (my dad was one and so is my brother, so are most of my likeable family. Just because you are in university doesn't mean you are better than anyone else, and by the way, how many working class parents work hard to send those little interllectual uni brats to the stupid uni? Damn straight!) Never mind... failing isn't the worst thing that could happen. And if I do fail Data then I will tell my mum that it is a second data course, not redoing the same one... Sneaky!

Oh, hey, the cops finally talked to Oliver. He is in Melbourne and the nice policeman said he scared the shit out of Oliver about what he did, gave him a serve about the 'bloodly language he used', and told him to stay the hell away from me, on and off the phone. He said Oliver nearly cried, but I don't buy that, because thats what he always does when he isn't getting his own way. Little fink. I am now just scared about Oliver's friends who are in this state and are only a few hours away. It'll be ok. I think...

I had a good day today. Slept in, went to town and handed in my very overdue books, then went to McDonalds and had a frozen coke and a cookie in this little corner booth under a tree and read my new book. It was very nice and peaceful being that I have had company all week. I love hanging with my friends, they rock, I love them to bits, but sometimes being on your own is good too. I couldn't really spare the time, but what the hey! It was nice. Plus I need to get a birthday card for my brother who is turning 40 this Tuesday! I got a card that says 'You're HOW OLD?' with a shocked looking bear on it. I even wrote him a poem:
Roses are red
Violets are blue
this birthday rhyme is just for you
Although your older you shouldn't care
Because you still have all yourr hair
But if this birthday makes you blue
Just remember I love you

Dodgy, I know. I'm pretty sure I was still hung over at the time of this poetic masterpiece. Or at least that's my story if anyone asks...
And I got him a coaster that says "Share your feelings with a Jehova's witness: Bugger off or I will shoot you." Anyway, I liked it, no offence meant to the JW's, I just like the 'Bugger off or I will shoot you' part...

Oh well, back to my life, or what passes for my life.
Have a great weekend my special blog people!
A big shout out to all my friends (I have EIGHT now, how cool am I?lol): Cespenar, Rayne, Bogie, Ang, Ianthorpe, HB, Swillw and Hotwire. MWA!!

See ya round, but until then, remember: Vodka is the devil. Or maybe Malibu... or when you mix drinks... ug
Love always
Sugarburn

Hello!!!!

I had a great day on Saturday! Bill, Erin, Andrea, Emma and I went to the zoo for Bill’s post-birthday... it rained muchly and it was a little disappointing animal-wise but we all sang Firefly songs during the car ride(while Emma listened to her I-Pod, as usual...) and we went to a park later and had a picnic and played at the playground. Then we came home, and Emma got me to read her fan fiction. Then we all went out and got pizza and DVD’s and had a great time getting very tipsy watching the Buffy movie...

Before we went out for pizza I found I had a message on my home phone from the police where they think Oliver is and I called the policeman back and he said he is going to go talk to him on Tuesday. So I’m going to be on high alert Tuesday night, maybe get some of my Firefly buddies to hang with me. Because the police man I talked to said I will get a call from him, and possibly Oliver if he has my home phone. Bright side? If I get one more threatening phone call from Oliver it’s classified as stalking and we can do something serious-er! As it is he’s gonna get sent to court; if he takes the not guilty line I have to appear in court and give testimony. If he’s in Melbourne(in the state of Victoria) then they’re going to issue an arrest warrant and if he comes back to Queensland then he will be arrested. The policeman and I are both concerned that Oliver may come after me once he knows I involved the police. The police man was lovely though. Neither he or the police men who handled my case when it was here in my town made me feel bad or like it was my fault. They were very nice and I am very grateful...

Today being Sunday I did absolutly nothing!!(Mine is an evil laugh...) Last night made us all tired, and Bill exremely hungover(who wouldn't be when they've had a glass of wine, two bottles of Canadian club, a shot of sake, and four shots of liquer...yikes) But we had a good time last night, drinking and eating and laughing and it felt really good. I have learnt however to never let Bill get to the stuffed toys when he's drunk... its just disturbing... Today we just watched TV and that was about all. Fun, though.

Duchess didn't have a good birthday, apparently. I gave her a pretty candle and a card I made today and she was all cuggy because she was feeling bad. She didn't say much when I asked her how her party went. Maybe she didn't want to be too excited since I was un-invited or maybe something is really wrong. I hope she's ok.

I got this weird comment on one of my blogs saying 'eww all fat people' from some 13 year old in the US... Just at the point where I am feeling uber-fat. Thanks a bunch love, but stow it, ok? If you meant something else I'm sorry, but no-one needs to be informed they are fat over the pacific, ok? On the subject of fat, my mums started with the 'Hows your weight going?' thing again. And I haven't been working on it lately. She doesn't understand what I have to do to lose weight. I basically stop eating. Two tiny meals a day, and that's mostly watermelon for dinner. I am trying to get back to that but its hard and I had McDonalds two days in row and I am so fat and this is not a healthy sentance length... Bah. I am proud of me because I haven't eaten anything since dinner! Woo! SO uncool that I get shamed into hating myself by a woman who gets to eat chocolate all the time and has three normal meals a day. I'm having fear that she'll come to pick me up after exams and get all disgusted with my weight again. So out of fear of my mother's ever-so subtle barbing I will strive to eat salad sandwiches when I have lunch at uni, stop buying peanut M&Ms when I got to the movies and eat less at dinner. Cold weather makes me hungry though and its freakin cold here!! Oh well, will power will save me! Hold on, what is that again???

I got some shirts to draw the logo on for the girls. I painted mine already and it looks awesome. I haven't started working on the others yet, but it should be fun.

In a fit of attitude I went to my favourite Army diposal shop and bough a 'US NAVY' patch for my army jacket. It looks awesome and I feel very cool. Which just shows how far my mental state has deteriorated.

Well, I better go, got class tomorrow...
Until next time remember: Its all in your mind!!! Or else evil human-squishing alien doughnuts ARE real and then we are so screwed...
Love and bushells of apples!
Sugarburn

Hey y'all!!!
Wow, having no internet blows. And sucks. Simaltaniously. I've missed you guys. Stupid uni. They only give me 15MB and I spent a lot of it looking on Yahoo at Firefly merchandise. So sad. Know what's sadder? I am making my own shirt with a logo on it from the show. Sadder still? All my friends saw what I was doing(how did they find out dammit? Was it the "Hey! Look what I'm doing!" that tipped them off? Hmmm) and now they all want one too! I am a production line. Yeee! So happy. I am a big nerd. But so are all my friends so its all great and wonderful. I will walk around campus in my shirt and all the nerds will go 'Hey! Wow! Hehe." and everyone else will have not clue. I find this kind of sneakily hilarous. Like a little secret I will have. *insert evil laughter here*

Well, what can I bitch about this week? Um, school sucks, apart from when I hang with Elvis. I had to sit next to Duchess in psych class and felt horrendiously guilty the whole time for saying I was prettier than her in my Drunken Formal Blog. Also a little silly, because she was wearing an extraordinarily short skirt and she looked very fine indeed. I could take it back, but I won't. Because I am prettier. And I'm saying this sober. She's sexier though, I'll give her that. Dammit. And she has great legs, not matter what Erin says.

I was non-seriously mad at Elvis for not showing up in class this morning. It was our Asia lecture and I was sitting with some friends, waiting for him to show up. Then this weird guy who likes me even though he texts me all the flaming time and I never text back and still doesn't get that I don't like him, came and sat next to me (Elvis and I call him Muse Guy because he asked me once to be his muse for photography. I don't know what kind of photos he had in mind but I can guess. Because every time we talk he basiclly asks me to sleep with him).Then he proceeded to give me a very un-subtle, slow look over and said "You're looking good lately". Yuk. And worse "So..are you still single?" I was in the middle of sending Elvis a hate message when Megz rang me. I crept out the back of the lecture theatre and Elvis and Megz and I skipped class and went out for the day. We had McDonalds and saw that Russian movie 'Nightwatch'. It was cool and everything, but it was freaked out in a major way. It was a great day! Next time we're going bowling! I am excited.

I emotionally blackmailed my Asia and the Pacific tutor into giving me an extension for an oral presentation. I feel bad, what with the shaking and the crying and the distraughtness I nearly faked with her and how nice she was to me. But I now have some extra time which is great. So the end justifies the means as long as I knock that bloody Jimmini cricket off my shoulder... little bastard.

Well, I'm sure I'll have more stuff to say later:D. Until then, remember:
When you can't run anymore, you crawl. And when you can't crawl, you find some to carry you...

Love and bushels of tea from
Sugarburn
xox

Heyo,
Well, tonight I am sober and happy and completely over whatever bugs I had up my ass last night. Whoopie!!!! Which is great, because I get petty when I'm drunk and I would hate it to cross over into the sober zone.
I was not hung over, which is excellent and I even managed to study a little(very little) for my oral but promptly quit when I remembered that it was due on wednesday, not monday. HOORAY!!!
Spent most of my waking day(all hours after 12 midday) watching Firefly and The Fifth Element with Erin and Emma. So much fun.

I tried to pay Erin back for the drinks she bought me last night ($5.50, to be exact, she is so sweet to me, I love her personality so much and not because she bought me stuff, but because of the way she did it and why and how she dealt with it after. She is the sweetest thing), but all I succeeded in doing was have a big show for the patrons of McDonalds... there was a lot of giggling and wrestling. Oooh, and some guy gave Erin the twice-over. Then we watched some more Firefly. Big surprise, and decided to see the movie again tomorrow night. This does not, however, get Elvis off the hook. He is seeing it if I have to drag him in to the cinema by his hair... And that is a threat. Elvis, we all know about my threat motto "Don't say it if you don't mean to do it. If you don't follow through it means nothing." And I only backhanded you across the arm. Sissy. Speaking of hitting, Erin hits me all the time now for saying sorry, and Bill dobs on me to her when I say it and she's not around. We even recreated that scene from the Dukes of Hazzard with the phone book... OW!!! But funny as hell, given our somewhat shaky interpretation with Erin and I as the Duke boys and a heavy text book standing in as the Atlanta phone book...

I have to have a blood test tomorrow morning at 8:30. I hate needles but I hate earliness more. Bah.

I was worried that Bill was mad at me. I'm still not convinced he isn't but he says he isn't and I just probably have 'loosing friends paranoia' with which I am constantly plagued constantly.

I am going to try and use my role of film up quick so I can see my formal photos. WEEE!! YAH!!! I turn out bad in photos but I don't care this time, I have good friends in them and that makes everything better.:D

Well, apart from begging you all to read Cespenar's latest blog(so funny I woke my room mate with the laughing; it is fantastic, as always) I have nothing else to say right now. So see ya all later and please remember:
Never gun HOE-tze bee DIO-se. Translatation? Engage in a feces hurling contest with a monkey.

Love always and forever, until one of us dies, or gets bored with blogging...
Sugarburn

Hey,
I am drunk.
Which meant there were terrible spelling errors in my messgae to Cespenar(please send all your best happy vibes to my friend who is suffering the loss of man's best friend. Poor sweet boy.)until I re-read it and through my drunk haze realized that it was totally innept. Bright side: can still remember the word innept. Spelling of the word innept: not so good. I think.

Well, formal was awesome. I got more than one "Oh...wow!" in my sequiny black dress. Which pleased me no end. The food was good, Mitch and Nash sang queer excellent songs about a gay eskimo, TV being crap and they even sang a song about tattoos. It was so very cool. I had a blast and I looked, sorry to be so narrcissistic(spelling? who cares... I'm trashed) absolutly bloody fantastic. Like a gothic princess of the Mob in the 40's. I was hot. The only reason I am being so bombastic is that i am really smashed.
The after party was really cool. Except I found out for sure that Duchess and Gasho are an item (I balls out asked her),then I threw my "I wont be drinking much" idea out the window, downed the rest of my little bottle of vodka in two seconds, danced like I was about to be killed by aliens and would never dance again, had two cowboy shots concurrently and generally felt like crap and getting very wasted. Not really because I liked him muchly, but because I have to wonder "Why?". For many reasons.
1. I am prettier than her. Just because she gives a good blow job and I hate the idea and the act even worse doesn't change that I am prettier. And nicer. and not so mean. And I know he thinks I'm hot. Its obvious. so she may have him but she has him in secret and he still perves on other girls. haha.
2. Mhy didn't she tell me? she said it was because she knew I liked him, but by not telling me I only looked more like a complete dick head. bloody stupid too. It would have been much kinder to have told me. But I was nice and happy for her even if I was angry at her for keeping it secret. She loves him, she said, and thats more than I ever wanted so its best she has him ....... but I still got drunk out of my skull to ease my embarrasment. I got a little revenge by tellingher her precious friend Oliver was my creepy caller. ha. She said way back when it happened "No, it wouldn't be him. I know him better than you and he'sd never do soemthing like that." Ha, say I.

And I also dragged Bull out onto the dance floor. Angainst his wiill, vut he was drunk too so it was relitivly easy. But he wouldn't, said he couldn't, dance. Then he said "A) I don't dance... and b) I don't dance with you." I gave it careful consideration as he talked about C) then I slapped him. But he continued like I'd never done it. bah. I shouldn't have held back so much. This little battle of the alamo reinactment didn't stop him staring at me in a man way on the dance floor when I danced with Erin, Bill, Bill's friend, Andrea(so lovely and cool and a Firefly fan by my conversion) and Erin's friend Bobbie(girl). I have never danced to 'Welcome to my life' by Simple Plan before but I did so in an angsty, sexy, and slight tipsy manner... which caused the DJ to make eyes at my ass for a half hour. Yuk. Old and bald and soooo soooo veyr creepy. Sorry for the spelling. I know I'm not veyr good at it right now, If ever.
Well, then we all came home and watched Firefly and I had two more glasses of vodka and not too much diet coke. Then we called it a night and I came home and talked to myself for a while. I talked about being vastly embarrassed, and completely unnattractive to the male species. I talked about feeing stupid, and drunk, and tired, and maybe a little gay since when Erin asked my to massage her head I kept smelling her hair. oops. Well, if I can't attract a guy(being unnattractive to two guys in one night is my worst nightmare, since I can usually get anyone I want...dammit.) then I may as well take up lesbianism with Erin, who sends out signals like crazy. At least I can pull chicks, including Bill's friend Claire apparently. I have never had a woman gyrate against me on a dance floor before but there she was, doing it. and checking me out quite a bit. She may just have beening looking at my pretty dress but it didn't feel or look like it. By the way, whats wrong with me? Am I just repulsive? Am I that annoying, that fat, that stupid? That these guys ignored me in favour of other people?
Fuck it. ANyway. Everyone loved my dress. I felt very womanly and pretty and quite hot in the temperature sense since it was really hot here today and I had to be dressed by 4pm.

Ok, bright side now. I took lots of cool pictures of everyone and everything and I was very excited and I ahd a great time. My mask was a bat mask and I love it because its gothic and sequiny and it matched my dress. Oh, and the scene Nash shot with me and Bill in it was in the video at the formal. Eek! I sounded funny and I had pigtails in!! Bad, veyr bad. But I can't have annoeyed Nash too much with my foul mood during the filming of it because he got his picture taken with me on his request at formal. Which was nice and made me feel all acccepted because NAsh is like one of my favourite people on college. Not in like like way, just that he is nice and talented and funny.

I think I better go to bed now because I just had a sudden urge to curl up under my desk. Weird.

Oh, and an appology to the guy who commented tat my blog had so many smilies that it made his computer crash. In the words of my Elvis 'Meh..' and in my own wors 'Do I care? Am I supposed to care about this?' Sorry for the apathy but I li8ke having emoticons to liven it up. So bite me. But if any true harm was caused to your computer, I am actually sorry and I really do feel bad. Drunk and insolent or not I apologise.

Ok, nighty night. Biggest wishes of nice pretty things for everyone,
Sugarburn

Heylo!
Well, I finished my essay. It took me till 4am but I finished it and handed it it at 9:30 am. So I got a total of about 4 hours sleep all told. I have also discovered the 9 stages of late-night essay writing: Boredom, Concentration, Yawning, Headache, Double vision, Exhaustion, Hunger, followed by Delirous happiness to have finished it, Seeing things, Stomach cramps, and finally,Insomnia caused by being overly tired.
But still I managed to get up at 9am, hand in my essay, go shopping with Emma, watch Serenity(awesome awesome awesome: Elvis you are soooooo coming to see it with me. And no, it can't be that bad), be funny, according to Emma charm the KFC guy into giving me the nicest chicken(what the...? Don't think I'm one of those people, I just smiled and was polite, plus I was nice to him when he screwed up my order on his first day way back last semester) and generally function properly.

Serenity was the best. But people die who shouldn't die and I won't give it away for any Serenity fans who haven't seen it yet but Emma and I both cried. It was a great movie though: just as witty and exciting as always. My only gripe is that they dumbed the characters back a lot from the TV show. Bah. Still, it was the most awesomest thing ever. If you like FIrefly then you wont be dissapointed.
Emma and I had a great day. I haven't been shopping with another girl since Duchess, who used to tell me all the clothes I liked were crap. So Emma helping me pick stuff out was a real shock and it was fun having a girly day for once. And I have a new coat. I know, I know, its summer and I don't need it but its so cool and its army style and I love it like mad. When my 'Cereal Killer' badge arrives from ebay thats where its going. Probably. Or maybe I'll get some military transfers from the army disposal and put on it. Hmmmm....

I met up with my group(aka a base guitarist named Wez)for study for my oral presentation tonight, but he only came to help me, and since he wasn't actually going to attend our oral presentation I decided to let him go home and just do it myself on Sunday. I have formal tomorrow on Saturday so I'll be busy with girly shit with Emma and Erin. I'll try and get some study about Buddhism in tomorrow but I doubt it. I still have to dye my hair balck again, its brownish and I want it black as sin for my formal. I have camera film to take lots of cool pcitures of us all. Emma kept trying to get me to do something with my hair but down looks great with the dress, plus I don't have that much to do something with...

Tonight for Bull's drinking session(he was drinking fire engines, how un-manly is that?) I lent him a glass. I demanded he give it back to me after he'd finished and he made a big trumpet and whoopie about not doing it, but when I came home from meeting Wez I found my glass washed and home and everything. Either threats actually work or he just can't stand to steal things or be unfair when someone lends him something. Either way I felt priviliged to be on the receiveing end of human decency from the man.

Well, I have to go paint my nails now... I got nail polish for a dollar today which was cool and its this light shimmery color that isn't really a colour so it'll blend with my outfit.

Wishing you all the best for your weekend! may it be full of fun and laughter and chocolate!

Until we talk again, remember you have the right to live and kill folks who try and kill you... someone tries to kill you, you go and try and kill them right back. (adjusted Firefly quote, sorry)

Love and bunnies with bells on,:p
Sugarburn

Hey y'all!

I am supposed to be writing an overdue assay for Australia, Asia and the Pacific, but I've been working on it for the past(I suck at time, give me a second...) SIX HOURS! holy crap! I had no idea it was that long! Hell, I deserve a break.

Now lets see...
Emma and I are going to see Serenity (for non geeks, this is the movie extension of the TV series Firefly by Joss Weadon) on Friday. I can’t wait. I’ve been waiting forever. We’re also going to go to a fancy dress shop and get a mask each for the formal as it is masquerade . All mystery and ‘Ooooh, ahhhh’, right? Bill might be coming too which would be cool, except he might bitch about futuristic inaccuracies the whole movie. But he’s fun at the movies so I wouldn’t mind.:D

Elvis and I spent the last three days just hanging around uni, chatting and poking fun at people. Its awesome except that I get no work done. Lol Who cares? I’m tired of using my brain (not to any great effect, but using it none the less).
I don’t know how in the hell I don’t embarrass him past the point of no return. Yesterday I wore a piratey head scarf(looking, according to some friends, like a biker pirate...hmmm, how’m I gonna get the Harley onto the Black Pearl? Maybe a winch....), climbed a tree in public, kept waving to him for no reason every half hour, and bugged him by saying 'why' constantly like a 4 year old. A very patient man. Today I stubbornly insisted that these little bumps near my left eye are a tumour. Which annoyed the hell out of him until the doctor said they might be tumours. Then he was worried and annoyed. Poor lamb. But I told him that if I die he can have my lava lamp. Fair trade if you ask me.
It is really cool that we’re such good friends. I actually thought he didn’t like me for
about a semester. I was convinced he found me a dumb person who talked to him all the time and sat with him every class to the point of being annoying. But he promises he always liked me. Which is really cool. Its like the coolest compliment ever to be liked by Elvis.
Today he made us sit right next to the nerd table in the refect. I hope I am not infected by the Nerd Disease. Now, I like some nerds(Star Trek nerds especially), but those guys take it to the limit and leave it there covered in anime and bad retro music. Yeeek. We named them all silly yet shockingly appropriate names on Tuesday. It was hilarious because Elvis has the best imagination and sense of humour ever. We are so going to Buddhist Hell....

Now, we all know that I have a follow through problem at the moment with guys, right? Well, the other night at dinner I saw Gaso not only sit next to Duchess, but put his elbow on the back of her chair, which is classically private space. I bitched to my mum that Duchess stole one of my crushes. My mum said “Well, once you got him you wouldn’t want him anyway.” I tried to argue, but I couldn’t. Its true. All I really want is to win, rather than keep. I wouldn’t want him or anyone around all the time, annoying me. I may be turning into a sociopath. This isn’t good. But I enjoy hanging around with Elvis so I can’t be completely psycho yet. I have no concrete evidence about Duchess and Gaso, but if its true then I’ll quit my bitching because she deserves to be happy, plus they’re both from Europe and that’s nice. I just hate to lose, I guess. I am weird. For sure.

I saw Jay today who is, as always, having a terrible semester. He was sulking and having those fake stomach craps again. Call me cynical but I think he only played the ‘poor me’ card to make me talk to him. Which I did out of sympathy(dammit) and those manners my mum insisted on teaching me when I was a kid. Curse her. Then he wouldn’t let me go. It was like trying to peel yourself away from Velcro when your.... another piece of Velcro(fuck it, I’ve been writing about tourism in Asia for 6 hours straight so I have no humour left). Thank the lord that I had a doctors appointment and Elvis was with me(he came with me again, which prompted mum and I to have a whole discussion about how sweet he is:D), or I may still be there, having a small guy in black cry on my shoulder about his stoner friends and his latest failing grade for media production.

Ohhh! I got out a book for my Asian essay that I leant Elvis and found he’d written me a poem about the class its for! It is HILARIOUS!!! I love it. And he wrote it with a knee injury at midnight too! Poor baby! I would publish it here if I didn’t think he’d hunt me down for sport if I did. But its truly awesome and I am keeping it forever. I feel all special because I have a poem about Asian studies all of my own written by one of my very best friends! Today is a good day.

Well, I just got roped into my friend Nash’s formal video to make dumb, cave-man grunt comments about how great the local pub is to a puppet. The puppet was Mitch, my RA, so it was fun but I am on the verge of begging Nash to delete that scene simply because I hate myself on film and I think I sounded dumb. Oh well, at least it was a distraction from my essay for a few minutes. Which is only 993 words at the moment and needs to be at least 1700. Sigh.

I better get back to it, essays don't write themselves(mores the pity).

Until we meet again, remember:
Your nobody till somebody makes fun of you.
Or something like that.

All my very best wishes and dinner plates,
Sugarburn
xox

Hey all.
I'm having a problem. I'm terrorfied . Yes, I know Oliver is supposed to be 17 hours south of my current position but the police said he was still registered as being on the Gold Coast. Which is much closer to me. If the police find him he has to make a court appearence. On one hand that would make me ecstaticlly happy, I might even do a little dance, but the other personality in my head is fucking terrorfied that he'll be pissed off that I sent the cops after him and he'll make good on his threats. It felt better for a while knowing who it was, but now I don't know where he is. Is he in Melbourne? Is he on the Gold Coast? Is he hiding in my bathroom waiting to rape me and slice my throat open? I even had a nightmare about him coming for me. And I never have nightmares.
I spent an hour just now trying to find him in Google, the White Pages and a few tracing sights that said they found a few matches to his name in various catagories such as SEX OFFENDERS but for just $29.95 a month I could find out more. But I couldn't find the little fucker. I even tried to find a reverse directory but that didn't work either. I can find most people on the internet SOMEWHERE.
The last thing I need is to be paranoid. But I wouldn't put anything past him.

Well, on the good side of my life, Elvis dropped by to say hi and that was cool, I missed him. Irritatingly the little scamp can blow up balloons with a superior technique that made me very homicidal. But I swear it was a balloon malfunction that made me make nearly ten attempts at my own balloon before I blew it up. One headache later.
Bill liked his cake(better than the one his brother made him was the verdict), but we scared him half to death calling it "the Ruderbager" in code. He even tried to look it up. Funny.

Well, I better go. Its late again and I have to work tomorrow.

Sugar and spice and everything nice from
Sugarburn
xox

P.S.
To illustrate how scared I am, I just smelled cigarette smoke. Oliver smokes. I totally had panic, nearly killed myself getting to my door to lock it even though the outer door is locked, and then hid and peeked out my curtain. And it doesn't even smell like his brand. This has to stop.

Heres a photo I took of myself when I first got my new short black hair. Its scanned so its not perfect but I like this photo of me, which is unusual because I take a hideous photo. So I am spreading the joy of having one ok photo of me by making you endure it... mwahahaha(evil laugh)

Hey all!
Today I did bugger all. Nothing. Unless you count watching TV with Erin, buying vodka, playing on the internet, pretending to work for about 15 minutes and then taking a nap until tea. All in all a nice day but unproductive, and probably suicidal given that I have an essay due on monday and one on tuesday. But I'll get them done, even if it has to be done all on the morning of. Sigh. My own fault.

It was Bill's birthday while we were all on holidays and so I got him a Wallace and Gromit sticker book (to make up for the one I couldn't nick from the cinema) and I made him a cake. And a damn fine cake if I do say so myself. If I flunk out of uni then I can do a TAFE course in Cake Decorating. Gotta have something to fall back on. We are going to have a party/picnic at the zoo soon. I hope soon because otherwise the cakes gonna go dry.

Tonight Erin and I got a little wasted watching football(ok, she watched football loudly while I did a crossword puzzle) and then Angel. Fun but again unproductive.

Isn't it always the way? Just when you decide to lay off the food, to be really good, you instantly feel hungry. But the college formal is next saturday and I don't want to look like a hippo in my dress so I'm going to have to learn to shut my mouth again. And I brought my weights home with me so now I have no excuse but to seriously try not to be so fat. Sigh. Life sucks. Why couldn't I have been born with the skinny gene?

Ok, well, its late again and I have to sleep so I can actually work tomorrow... hopefully. But I have to go to english lit class tomorrow too. Bah, humbug.
See you on the flip side homie! Or, in english, I'll catch you later.

Bye bye!
Sugarburn
xox

Hello all!!!

Well, I'm back from my holidays and ready to blog.
Perhaps I should start by finishing what happened during my drunken night with Emma...

Well, yes, there was vodka and sake. Four glasses of vodka and lemon fizzy drink and four shots of sake to be exact. Happily I am a friendly, slightly sleepy drunk therefor I didn't really do any damage, except to Bull who I think I scared a little... he he. Always good to be creepy. All this drinking occured in the common room with some other chicks and Vic's(a girl on my block) friend Ash. Who invited me to an army party on Sunday to be picked up by army men... Now, even if I hadn't been going home on Saturday, this invite did not appeal to me. It sounded like a ticket for a lot of trouble. (Unfortunatly I decided in my drunkeness to text Elvis and tell him that some one wanted me to got to an army party to be picked up by soldiers and he apparently sent me text messages the next day, tried to call and sent me an email because he was worried about me. He's the sweetest. But my mobile phone has no reception at home and my folks have to internet. Ooops. I take this moment to apologise for making him worry unnescessarily until Thursday but I thank him for caring because it means a lot to me.)

Ok. Well, Bill dropped by to talk with us as we drank, let me half fall asleep on his shoulder and to call me 'indefinable'. Direct quote. Maybe he was joking, maybe he meant it in a bad way or maybe he was being sincere and wanted to tell me when I was smashed in a hope I might not remember... Hmmm. Maybe I'm reading too much into this...
Well, with Bill's help (hands off help, except for helping me with doublesided tape for my sluttish EXTREMLY low cut top)Emma and I got all dressed up, make-up and jewellry and all(being that we were drunk this was arduous). I even wore earings for the first time since my formal. Then in all our finery we walked to the uni club again at about 11... I think. Time is not my best quality even when I'm sober. Emma spilled a guys drink and I had to give her money for a new one, which she spat in before handing it over (Nicly done Emma, who is heaps of fun when she's drunk) and I got hit on by a bouncer and a group of African students. Emma and I danced(alone, thank god) for about fifteen minutes, bot bored and went home. She dragged me to Gaso's room to do... somthing, god only knows what and thank god he was gone. Men are annoying and I don't want one(Elvis, you are excluded from this statement). So we ended the night watching Charmed on DVD and we were in bed by 12am. Except that I was also wide awake and still high as a kite... oh well. No hang-over, so that was good being that my folks picked me up the next morning.

My holidays were ok. My folks and I went to see Dukes of Hazzard which was fun. Dad of course had nothing kind to say at all, thinking the whole movie was silly, but any movie where stuff blows up is a hit with my mum so she loved it.
For the first week things were cool. But the second week mum and I started to bicker. It was also the point at which the weight comments really set in and where half a snickers bar is going to make me ugly and fat. Sigh. Even though I'd lost weight since she'd seen me last its just never good enough. Whatever.

I also bumped into a guy I used to do karate with and, shocking my silly, he hit on me . Now, when I was at home and still having