merry xmas

awkward office

i dont like urinal conversation, i dont mind hand wash conversation

perfect weather for walking around the house naked

best back ground image ever

set as tiled.

parklife

i will not date personal outside of my weight division

if i had power:rules for festivals:
- people who take off their shirts in the dancing crowds should be escorted out of festivals and gigs, girls excepted
- glow sticks should be banned from festivals like they ban drugs
- if you dont know or love any bands going, dont go, your just a dick head wasting space

do storks get charge more to deliver fat babies?

and that's why I no longer go camping, that and a wolf tried to mount me

if your standing underneath a light and it goes out, does it mean your going to die? what if its a regular occurrence is that worse?
btw, im talking about walking underneath many fluorescent lights, you know the ones that last for aggges, and then as i walk past one goes out.
im pretty sure it goes back on after a while... when im gone of course.


death = nap + forever

i cant ride my bike with no handle bars.

i was thinking and i decided that most humans probably do have close to 9 lives, whether they know it or not
perhaps that time you just broke in time to avoid that fatal collision, if only you had of left the house 1 second earlier, or driven 3ks faster, who knows.
sometimes its less obvious and sometimes its more obvious
from day to day things like crossing the road, maybe 30seconds b4 you crossed a hoon came screaming around the corner and ran the red light, you nearly died and you'll never know, makes it hard to keep count of your nine lives

and ergo, you should not be afraid to die, you should live life to the fullest for you are not in control-
fate is, and fate will decide who exists at the same time as you, the people you meet, the people you fall in love with. fate is not set in 28 day concrete, fate presents us with opportunities and lets us decide which of those we chose to advance and embark on. you will never know how much the small decisions can change your life, there are many many things you will not know so relax and let fate guide you, like one of a billion stars in space

where do they get all the hospitals to film all the hundreds of hospital tv dramas. perhaps maybe is there a town somewhere that built too many hospitals due to a clerical/administrative error so now they lease them to hollywood. or does hwood just rent out a floor in a hospital somewhere, because its not like theres a bed shortage or a health crisis or anything

heres a list of a few shows which are still running.

# Scrubs (2001–present)# Doc (2001-2004) Nip/Tuck (2003–present)# Medical Investigation (2004–2005)# House, M.D. (2004–present)# Grey's Anatomy (2005–present)# Inconceivable (2005)# 3 lbs (2006)# Saved (2006)# Heartland (2007)# General Hospital: Night Shift (2007-present)# Private Practice (2007–present)# Mental (2009-present)# Royal Pains (2009-present)# HawthoRNe (2009-present)#All Saints (1998–present)

selflove

I had 10 minutes free before i was scheduled to go to bed and while i could have performed self love i instead chose to squeeze black heads on my body

eclipse

shadow on earth due to eclipse

things that induce tears of joy upon my person

- listening to daft punk alive album. and remembering being there

- pogo - digitalism - anywhere - anytime

- thinking of my beloved dog spike

- thinking of the one i love




in that order

i need parklife. one day of non stop dancing is definitely what i need.

music is my ecstasy.




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Inglorious Basterds

pretty fucking brilliant.
to the point that if you asked me to make a top 10 list of all time movies it would be number one, easy.

Quinton is a genius. He is easily my favourite director. so much so, that i dont even have a number two favourite.

brad pit was pretty cool too.




worst movie ever- War Games: The Death Code.

HOLY MACKEREL

last night i learnt what mackerel means/is, coutesy of the cat food stocked at my work. its an animal of some sought, edible. for humans, not sure.
so i didnt learn exactly what it was but i now know its something.

i lie to myself,
i trick myself into caring for other people,
i wonder if ill ever know what love is,
i thought i knew

beauty can have two sides

is false hope better then no hope?

i listen to dance music before i go to bed so i can dance all night in my dreams

oreos for lunch!

oreos - most addictive biscuit?

i never had oreos as a kid, my american friend used to always eat them.
i tried them a few times but never fell in love with them
i think my feelings for them got repressed and now im just about addicted
screw twisting it, liking it and whatever else your meant to do to eat it, i dont have time for that, it takes time to feed an addiction



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you know your hungry when dog food looks appetising

you know whats not good, cranberry juice. its like the black sheep of juice, noone likes it but it wont go away

my mom reads my facebook so i cant use it now. i dont have the heart to delete her. cant delete my mom.
luckily she dosnt have twitter, yet.



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straws in nightclubs should be white.
or fluoro colour so that you can see them in your drink and they done poke you in the eye while you innocently try to take a drink. or so you dont spend time looking for it with your mouth like a fool

of course there is the argument that you would be able to see them on the floor of the nightclub, but that would look cooler then a black floor filled with unknown rubbish

$300 straighteners, my car isnt worth that

my mom still only buys me fruit loops when im on holidays, im 19

i dont get how to use those rough sponge things your meant to use with shower gell, if i wanted pain while showering id use sand paper

have you ever felt like you were born in the wrong place.
how your life would have turned out if you were born in a different country, even city.
would you dance the same, would you talk like you do.
have you ever wondered what type of girls you would go out with and who your friends would be, or what you would wear if only you had been lived in a different place.
maybe we could find out, maybe thats why people just pack up and leave, leave all their problems behind and start over new, somewhere else.

all we can do is turn up the volume, party, and find someone to love

where ever she may be

where was i?
lying in bed, very hungover




would we dance the same?

good girls bend at the knees. bad girls bend at the waste

uni from 10am till 4:30am. worth it? we'll see.



she said she missed me.

I've only ever been clothes lined once,
while playing rugby,
by a close line.

i never see model hot girls in wheel chairs.
why is that god?

amazing

can not harness the power

side note

do not like the new gossip songs.

do like aus band on modular label - canyons

do not like that i cant find them for dl :(

Got swine flu? Win a gift card

why are the pigs getting all the attention and blame.
swine flu is a combo of bird, human and pig flu.
give the pigs a break ppl.

so i am going to the cinema one day, meeting whoever im going with there so i drive, alone. get to cinema, decide ill try underground parking, there really is no need to park underground as it is night time but its just the closest parking to the cinema to the best of my memory.

after circling a few times with the other 13 cars also circling im getting frustrated, then as i pass the human entrance from the cinema to the car park i see a couple, quite young about 24. i decide i will play it safe and stalk them. i stalk them alllllll the way to their car, which you guessed it IS the furthest it could have been form the entrance and yes of course the cute fucking couple decide to walk nice and slow. alright ill wait, im a bit late for the movie but advertisements are quite long now a days, tho i do like to see the preview, oh well its a sacrifice i have to make.

so after their 60m walk which took 10 minutes which consisted of me crawling along struggling to keep the car from stalling, they make it to their car. HOORAY! im almost there, my patience has paid off.

they get in the car, all is looking good, THEN, to this day i am convinced it was done just to piss me off, the male leans over to kiss the female. alright i think, ive waited this long i can last another kiss. but no! not just a kiss but an extended make out session. why dont they just have sex while they're at it, at least then i get some entertainment to make up for the entertainment i have lost from the movie which im sure im going miss. they have to stop soon i keep assuring myself. im about to crack so i turn off the car and wait ever so patiently, trying to stop my self from just driving straight into them.

THEN, success! they start the car, and begin to reverse out, taking their time i might add. which is understandable considering they are both probably very wet. and wanting to go to the nearest park and make love. they depart, i turn on my car. finally finally i can get them out of my life. i begin to drive up and what happens, ANOTHER CAR COMES FROM THE OTHER DIRECTION AND PARKS. no. this can not be real, this can not be happening after all ive endured, the stalking, watching them make out like a seedy old man. i hold down my horn for a fairly long length of time. tow fucking male dickheads get out the car and the drive shrugs as if to say 'im a dickhead please run me over' i hold back from running him over as i do not want to have to wipe off blood stains off my car. instead i accelerate holding in my clutch for longer then normal then accelerate harder still holding in the clutch to ensure i make a screeching noise as i go around the corner loud enof for the dickheads to think im coming for their blood.

at this point i am pissed. key car their door, slash their tires, rock through the windscreen, yell at them as i drive by? hmm, but unfortunately there is no time for any of these. i drive out of the underground car park and go away from the cinema direction, and whats this! i find a ton of car parks, empty behind the underground. this calms me down as now i can laugh at all the losers driving around the underground car park missing their movies while there are a ton of car parks 10 metres away. i should tell them, but theres no fun in that.

i meet the person i am meeting and blurt out what just happened, they understand nothing of what i said and once ive calmed down i explain what happened.

turns out didnt miss any of the movie.

[describe how they are in corner and im directly behind them][describe the cars theyre in]

HOME: 7:12PM
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TIME: 2:36AM

wtf is wrong with me.

i hate those convos that i get into when one of moms friends comes over but has to talk to me for 2 minutes while mom finishes getting ready for whatever and they ask stupid questions to which they dont care the answer and as soon as mom walks into the room they stop talking to me - sometimes mid sentence - and begin talking to mother. im not saying they should keep talking to me, but they shouldnt start it in the first place. everyone wins that way.

Haircut time

HAIRCUT TIME

I left university early, 5:53 pm and we finished at 3, so not early but we stayed back to finish and assignment. We were stuck on calculating the deflection for our 8.4 by 8.4 metre concrete slab indented for a multistorey car park. I left early in order to get my haircut. It was no coincidence that Thursday is late night shopping and today was Thursday; I had planed to get my haircut on this day since earlier this week.

I arrived at the bus stop, rode bike from bus stop to shops, they told me to come back at 7, I rode home, ate, and drove back in mom’s car.

I arrived back at the hairdressers close to exactly 7 pm, waited at counter while the hairdresser man finished drying a woman’s hair. He finished, moved to the counter and started playing with his computer; he glanced up and told me to take a seat, looking at the men’s side of the hairdresser saloon. It was the men’s side because there were only three chairs as appose to the several that were on the woman’s side, there were male models with funny hair, as appose to the female models on the other side. I sat down and starting thinking, to occupy myself and to justify the fact that I was not intending on talking to the blonde hairdresser.

She asks me if I'm going out this weekend. I respond. The conversation continues for a minute and she learns where I go to uni and what I do. I nearly asked her what she does, as an automated response to whenever people ask me what I do. We chat for a minute. It’s nice that she tries to make the effort but I'm not interested, I just want less hair.

$32.95 for 75mls of wax?! That’s more then a bottle of Ouzo! I notice the price tag on some wax containers sitting on the counter in front of me enticing me to purchase with new haircut in order to improve my new look. Pity I don’t care that much, have plenty at home and am not doing anything drastically new with my hair, unlucky advertiser man. I concentrate hard on the price tag for a few minutes just to make sure it does say 32.95 not 22.95, also a good waste of time. Not that it makes much of a difference anyway, just that 22.95 is more like a bottle of good wine, or ok port. I'm no alcoholic; I'm simply converting the price so that the youth of all countries will understand the absurd price of the wax.

I believe that fly on the mirror is bopping with impeccable timing to the music. A dancing fly who enjoys 92.9? Well it was the only fly in there and the only one I've seen all day. Perhaps it’s a rare dancing bread of fly that hairdressers have created, Frankenstein style, so that people such as myself can watch the fly bop in the mirror rather then make pointless conversation with the 18yo hair dresser.

Those promotional posters advertising men’s hair products should be inverted similar to the way that ambulances do so. That way customers can read them whilst getting their haircut, though then again I do like to keep up my practise in reading inversely. They could at least have girls on them.

For this very reason I would prefer to sit on the female’s side of the hairdresser – so long as there are no mommas gossiping like they do in movies – as their posters have attractive women on them. By the way now would be a good time to tell you that I am 19 years of age, not some 50 year old horny old bastard who used up his internet quota downloading porn and now he, or she, has to get happy by looking at the posters in hairdresser saloons and walking around shopping centres perving on young girls who are dressed inappropriately for their age because they watch too much television and because their mothers think its 'cute' that they are growing up or what ever who cares the fly is back.

No, now he’s gone flying again – he because he was on the male side of the hairdresser saloon. I followed him flying behind my using the mirror, but he is too quick and I loose him.

Man its hot, I should have taken off my windproof, very warm jacket that I wore to uni today only because I have to ride my bike to the bus stop because my car is currently incapable of being driven due to an accident which I will not recite.

She notices me investigating what she has just done to my hair and asks me a question; do you want the sides in? I'm not too sure what I if I do, I'm not too sure what I want, or if I understand what she is asking so I just nod and shrug, as if to say HURRY THE FUCK UP, I DONT GIVE A SHIT. I add a smile laugh so she won’t suspect that I just yelled at her in my head.

I dunno if the back is short enough, just cut it I don’t care.

24 dollars 50!? For a uni student who just crashed his car! I bet they will claim the increase is due to the current world financial economic crisis (it’s not officially a recession, although it is immanent). I decide not to ask and tell her ‘you to’ in response to her telling me to have a good night.

I come home; eat the other half of my Anzac buskit, that’s how funny countries like New Zealand pronounce it, and then I walk into the room in which my mother is situated. She briefly examines my hair and doesn’t change her facial expression as if to say, its ok, nothing great. I inform her that I didn’t know what to tell the hairdresser and that’s why it turned out how it did. She says mmm, it looks a bit funny. I agree but don’t care, in a week I will have forgotten about it. Mom advises me to take a picture next time. good idea expect that I never get a good haircut and by the time it looks ok, I've forgotten about the fact that I never know what to tell the hairdresser what to do with my hair, and forget to take it. Any other photos of me with semi decent hair are on my computer. It is a laptop but as if I'm going to bring that just to show the hairdresser, they would think I'm more insane then I am. I tell mom that I've seen this episode of 2.5 men, explain what happens then leave. I didn’t wreck anything, it was near the end.






longest post yet, i apologise to future me who may go back and read this. anyone else reading is stupid.

Memories

dunkaroos
poptops
rollups
s&v noodles
dirt

Addicted to Yeah Yeah Yeahs

and i will have will no credit tomorrow



Been addicted for since she played its blitz in her car.

Kiss Kiss

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Is it me?

Whenever people offer me mints or yewing gum i normally say yes, even tho i do not normally consume such products, cos i never know whether they are offering it as a kind gesture or because i have bad breathe.

Move over google...

...hello http://www.scirus.com/

a search engine for scientific information only!




goodbye saturday night...

adam hill

there once was an inflatable boy who went to an inflatable school with inflatable desks and chairs and inflatable teachers. and one day he got in trouble for bringing a pin to school and the principal called him into his office and the principal said youve let me down youve let yourself down and youve left the entire school down.

Jobs for retired Superman -

postman

a recent survey showed 5 people like their porridge warm, 4 people like their porridge cold, but none like it in the pot nine days old

sesame street is a pretty good show. maybe its just cos im hung over from long island ice teas but never the less it beats studying

postman pat has a helicopter, WHAT!? AND a hands free mobile phone for his red truck, evolution at its finest

pelican eats pigeon

i the detest those pieces of fruit in yoghurt. who are they trying to delude, we all know its fake, and even if its not it tastes like its pretty close.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PO5ifLzLYiU

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7fTbFS4eIps&feature=related crazycrazy

not as you know to

in hindsight crunchy caramelo ice cream for breakfast was not a good idea

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