Don't look like a lump of melted butter.
Oh man, I consider myself as having a strong stomach, so disgusting/gross things don’t make me feel ill (you could talk about shit while I’m eating and I’ll be cool with it…so long as it’s not to make a point of your obnoxiousness).
Anyhow, for the past few days I haven’t been feeling the greatness, somewhat nauseous in the mornings. It so happened that I was on a relatively empty train to uni yesterday and this (Asian…I’m not being racist if I’m bagging out my own racial group…but I thought that might put things into context) guy started to clip his nails. Mind you there were only two other people, including myself on the carriage…so there was silence & then there was the sound of furious nail clipping.
Then the sweeping off of nail from pants and I suspect that had I listened closely enough, I would’ve heard the sound of nail clippings falling to the ground.
I suppose one could say that I complain too much/am too difficult and who am I to say whether people are allowed to clip their nails on public transport, but I don’t keep this journal to be compliant.
Resistance people!
In other news…I almost fell into the trap of buying Communist newspaper pencils the other day. It’s awesome that the pencils were made out of recycled Chinese newspaper but after I saw that the newspaper ‘tin’ thing that was holding the 8 pencils had Mao Zedong pics all over some of them, I though otherwise.
Australia should sell newspaper pencils-they’re cool, except when they’ve got political propaganda all over them.
Novel ideas amuse me. Well, I suppose novel ideas amuse almost everyone…bar the people who are practical & see the flaws in the ideas straight away, thus deeming said idea as useless to humanity.
Useless to humanity…that’s what the ‘palmistry’ site said about people with very long hands. Palmistry: now there’s a novel idea. The ‘occult’ (i.e. star signs, online tarot readings…etc), take up a significant slice of my online time. I often spend my ‘free’ time roaming spyware laden websites looking for interesting ideas about the ambiguous factors governing my life, through my FREE AND PERSONALISED READING FROM A REAL PSYCHIC.
Well, my computer is real, therefore making the jumbled information in it real as well. I have a computer, so my computer has the potential to be a psychic. Awesome.
I’d like to participate in psychology trials to test the behaviour of humans, i.e. I’m the stimulus to people’s reactions. For example, pretending to be homeless, pretending to be pregnant, pretending to be dead, and pretending to be crazy.
Reactions fascinate me, especially reactions in response to the apparently ‘unexpected’-it reveals a lot about the way a person thinks. I think so anyway.
I speak of fellow human beings like I’m something else. Alien perhaps? I don’t want to be an alien. I want to be a person. I am a person.
It’s strange that insignificant things can bother you so much & even stranger when these insignificant things don’t even exist. Just a thought, not so much an experience.
I looked forward to hot weather but now I don’t like it anymore, I think I like the Autumn weather the best. I miss being able to have water fights…and to think it’s possible that they’ll never be legal again. Go overseas I suppose.
I like Marc Jacobs by Marc Jacobs…it has now become my favourite fragrance…when I have more money-I will buy…OR, I could wait till there are sales on.
My tutorial room had retarded air con today…it was blowing out hot air instead of cool. That was not awesome…but then my tute group got moved to a room with functioning air conditioning, so the integrity of my concentration was not totally damaged during that 2 hours but I am feeling somewhat slower than usual.
We were in the ‘Observation Room’. Yes, it’s what it sounds like it is…only I bet you weren’t imagining the one-way mirrors installed into one of the walls-it’s so they can watch us (well, not us…I think; only any group who volunteers to be watched from time to time). I’m not even sure who ‘they’ are, but that reminds me-there are an awful lot of windows in the med building. There are not only windows lining every exterior surface of the building, but also windows inside the building, in the staff rooms situated next to corridors, windows looking onto rooms with more windows.
I suspect that they’d put the numerous windows down to architecture and ‘creating space’/natural lighting, but I’ve seen my course coordinator standing in the numerous staff rooms watching us in the hub, while in our common room and when we’re in tutorials.
I should also mention he’s always smiling…and that he has Santa’s body and Happy’s face (i.e. from Walt Disney’s Snow White).
Anyhow, for the past few days I haven’t been feeling the greatness, somewhat nauseous in the mornings. It so happened that I was on a relatively empty train to uni yesterday and this (Asian…I’m not being racist if I’m bagging out my own racial group…but I thought that might put things into context) guy started to clip his nails. Mind you there were only two other people, including myself on the carriage…so there was silence & then there was the sound of furious nail clipping.
Then the sweeping off of nail from pants and I suspect that had I listened closely enough, I would’ve heard the sound of nail clippings falling to the ground.
I suppose one could say that I complain too much/am too difficult and who am I to say whether people are allowed to clip their nails on public transport, but I don’t keep this journal to be compliant.
Resistance people!
In other news…I almost fell into the trap of buying Communist newspaper pencils the other day. It’s awesome that the pencils were made out of recycled Chinese newspaper but after I saw that the newspaper ‘tin’ thing that was holding the 8 pencils had Mao Zedong pics all over some of them, I though otherwise.
Australia should sell newspaper pencils-they’re cool, except when they’ve got political propaganda all over them.
Novel ideas amuse me. Well, I suppose novel ideas amuse almost everyone…bar the people who are practical & see the flaws in the ideas straight away, thus deeming said idea as useless to humanity.
Useless to humanity…that’s what the ‘palmistry’ site said about people with very long hands. Palmistry: now there’s a novel idea. The ‘occult’ (i.e. star signs, online tarot readings…etc), take up a significant slice of my online time. I often spend my ‘free’ time roaming spyware laden websites looking for interesting ideas about the ambiguous factors governing my life, through my FREE AND PERSONALISED READING FROM A REAL PSYCHIC.
Well, my computer is real, therefore making the jumbled information in it real as well. I have a computer, so my computer has the potential to be a psychic. Awesome.
I’d like to participate in psychology trials to test the behaviour of humans, i.e. I’m the stimulus to people’s reactions. For example, pretending to be homeless, pretending to be pregnant, pretending to be dead, and pretending to be crazy.
Reactions fascinate me, especially reactions in response to the apparently ‘unexpected’-it reveals a lot about the way a person thinks. I think so anyway.
I speak of fellow human beings like I’m something else. Alien perhaps? I don’t want to be an alien. I want to be a person. I am a person.
It’s strange that insignificant things can bother you so much & even stranger when these insignificant things don’t even exist. Just a thought, not so much an experience.
I looked forward to hot weather but now I don’t like it anymore, I think I like the Autumn weather the best. I miss being able to have water fights…and to think it’s possible that they’ll never be legal again. Go overseas I suppose.
I like Marc Jacobs by Marc Jacobs…it has now become my favourite fragrance…when I have more money-I will buy…OR, I could wait till there are sales on.
My tutorial room had retarded air con today…it was blowing out hot air instead of cool. That was not awesome…but then my tute group got moved to a room with functioning air conditioning, so the integrity of my concentration was not totally damaged during that 2 hours but I am feeling somewhat slower than usual.
We were in the ‘Observation Room’. Yes, it’s what it sounds like it is…only I bet you weren’t imagining the one-way mirrors installed into one of the walls-it’s so they can watch us (well, not us…I think; only any group who volunteers to be watched from time to time). I’m not even sure who ‘they’ are, but that reminds me-there are an awful lot of windows in the med building. There are not only windows lining every exterior surface of the building, but also windows inside the building, in the staff rooms situated next to corridors, windows looking onto rooms with more windows.
I suspect that they’d put the numerous windows down to architecture and ‘creating space’/natural lighting, but I’ve seen my course coordinator standing in the numerous staff rooms watching us in the hub, while in our common room and when we’re in tutorials.
I should also mention he’s always smiling…and that he has Santa’s body and Happy’s face (i.e. from Walt Disney’s Snow White).