HELLO!!!!!!
What have I been up to of interest since I got home?
Let's see... Well, Elvis and Meg and I went and saw Date Movie
today. It was very very wrong...
there was a hair ball and mayonnaise... urg
. But we had a great day and we watched Serenity and ate cheesels(for non-cheesel countries, they are like rings that are cheesy...
). Then we talked to some random people. One was a girl who is dating my friend Ed. She doesn't deserve him, she is a brainless twit
. Meg and Elvis teased me about her and I flirting, but I reserve my flirting for women who come up to my standards for dating Ed... Does a short, tubby ditzy blonde woman who drinks beer and says Ed's not funny reach the high benchmark I have for Ed? NO!
Not my Ed... Who taught me to be funny, and who dressed up like Robin Hood and spoke ye old for the semi-formal, who calls me sweetheart and says I look like Xena, who starred in an awesome tile ad and who was the only one of my friends(and not even a close one at that) who consoled me when I was crying in the dinner line at the dining hall. I still firmly believe he and Leisel(absolutly lovely lady who is a gift to the world
) were meant to be together. They should have married and had many fat children and an Alsatian...
Sigh. But she went away and broke his heart and left him to the mercy of Jen, a vapid, saccarine waste of time... Anyway...
Then we talked to this overbearing, bitch girl from my English lit class last year
. Yuck. Then we went and bought $52 worth of Jim Beam for a gloriously late alcoholics meeting in my common room... but Meg pulled out until Wednesday. I will hurt her with my pliers if she does it again tomorrow...
I have given Tom's Kawasaki bike the finger three times tonight(its parked outside my building now... yuck
). He's such a dick! I reiterate firmly how much I hate him... He enjoys being mean and narky and condescending to me at all given opportunities. But my revenge(here you go, Elvis, since you were dying to know...hehe) is that he has my old room... and my old bed... in which he embarrassed himself horrendously trying to de-flower me, and in which I broke up with him spectacularly, and in which I have fooled around with at least four guys, one of whom was his friend... So although it may make me a tramp, it warms my heart on cold, bitter nights to think that he has to sleep there for at least a year... hehe
At this point it is half past five in the morning... I was up till 4am with Armyguy, chatting and marveling at this new friend I made on OkCupid who is actually really cool and funny
. I have to go to Centerlink(welfare place)tomorrow really early(ok, ok, eight-am-ish
) and the bus that will get me there in time leaves at 7:30am... and to catch that and be dressed and awake, I'd have to get up at 6am. So since I am already only an hour away from the time I have to get up... well, why bother going to bed at all?
I promised Armyguy that I would sleep, but there seems to be no point. Plus, if I go to bed now, I'll sleep to 4 in the afternoon... and I've promised Elvis and my friend Monique to go to the 'free crap day' at 9am-ish where the uni gives you lots of stuff to corrupt your brain and flogg off dodgy products and clubs... So you see how it seems best to keep truckin'? I'm a little tired, but not in a blearily, 'Oh god, I'm going to pass out and die' kind of way, so it'll be ok... I'll sleep after lunch... What is really sad is that Bull, a confirmed, dedicated, dyed in the wool insomniac, went to bed at like 11pm... lol
It may be my imagination, but I think this cute punk kid in my block thinks I'm hot...
When I walked in to the common room for the first block meeting he looked me up and down and said 'Wow' loud enough for me to hear on the other side of the room. Hehe. I guess all my running and walking is paying off...(insert girlish giggle here, if you wish) And he comes from a place only a half hour away from where my folks live... What makes me feel bad is this:
a) Remember his face and his cool wrist band, can't for the life of me rember his name. Think it starts with a 'D'...
b) He's like, probably seventeen or something and therefore I am a dirty dirty peadophile...
c) I need a guy like I need a hole in the head made by a blunt hand drill. I just think he's cute and I like the way he stared at my ass... lol (help me, I'm such a loser...
)
Wow... sunrise is actually kinda pretty.:D And there are a lot of birds too. Which is kind of cool... Everything is really quiet apart from their incesant squeaking. Holy cow, one just flew past the window! Ok, now I know I'm tired because I am dribbling inaine crap and I can't spell inaine... (Hey, no teasing about my spelling, I can spell schizophrenia and peadophile without a dictionary so I feel special and highly intelligent).
Hmmm... what else can I say until 6am?!?!?!?!? Oh, yeah! Everyone keeps asking me what I want for my birthday... And, even if I had any idea, I still couldn't say because gifts to me are like the world sitting on that poor Atlas dude... I hate people spending money on me and I hate wondering for the next three days after I get it if I said thank you enough, or too much, or if I expressed how excited I was enough, or too much...
or if I opened the card first and looked like I didn't care about the gift, or if I opened the card last and looked like I was a gift whore... ARG!
Maybe people have that kind of fear when giving me something... but to that I say, well, the last birthday present I got from someone outside my fmaily was 'Enough Rope With Andrew Denton - The transcribed interviews'. Yawn... So if you gave me a paper plane you made on the bus on your way to see me, I'd be wrapped... Actually, that sounds kind of cool...
My birthday this year should be more fun than my last one... Back then we(old group, not new group) went to an Asian place for dinner, where Little Doug threw up at least five times, Big Doug took 'All you can eat' to mean 'Eat it all' and angered the pretty Asian lady who owned the resturaunt, and Tom spent the entire time looking all hang dog because he went there with his ex once... Fun factor? Zero... But if Meg and I can get along (and not be narky at each other) and if Elvis and Armyguy can get along too (their current funk being my fault... they are side-stepping each other like they are made of kryptonite, and it bites because it all stared because of me... neither wants to talk to the other, which is so manly and dumb, and which means they will never sort it out and we will live in the land of uncomfortable-ness forever and it makes me really sad), then it should be really good. Of course, if none of this happens, it'll be fucking awkward and a further reason to wish I was never born... Sorry, guys, not a guilt trip, just the truth.
Well, this blog is really, really, really long so I best be off... Its 6:17am so I suppose I should decide what to wear and stuff... And possibly wear it, since its cold at 6am and I'm in my bathrobe... brrrrr! May not help that my window's open. Hmmm...
Anyway, until the next time I write to you all(presumably this will be after I awaken from my all-nighter coma three years from now...), please remember:
Michael was rowing the boat ashore becuase of the Loch Nes Monster. Write that down...
Lots of love and appreciation to all, especially my new friend tadpole(because I think he's way too cool for me) and to Ang because she said she missed me... (Thank you! I missed you too!)
Donkey puppets and snow shoes from
*Burn
P.S.
I'm sure everyone knows about this 'loves geckos' tagging thing... A friend tagged me with it so I wouldn't feel left out. But I removed it because I don't feel that I deserve it, or that I fit the general pattern for gecko loving-ness. My blog is not an awesome statement, or a intellectual rant. Its not even funny or well written... I am just a silly girl who likes to write about her boring little life because she has little else to do at 6am... All the loves geckos folk are very cool indeed and I bow to their greatness in all situations. My friend's sentiment was appreciated but I think I will leave loving geckos to the more merritous(actual spelling? meh) bloggers...
