the debonaires
good evening, world. it's been a while, lots to talk about!
before i begin, let me just preface this entry by saying i'm really not sure why i keep this journal anymore. i mean, there was the novelty factor to begin with, but now my readership is steadily in decline and i'm becoming increasingly aware of the triviality of the whole thing. all it's really good for is a respite from boredom, usually in the early hours of the morning when i should be doing numerous other things, not the least of which is sleeping.
stop me if i'm wrong, but i think i can write reasonably well (at least, much better than i can speak), and i don't think my ideas and perspectives are too off-the-wall to just be considered the musings of some disgruntled teenager (scarily enough, i'm not gonna be a teenager for much longer...eep). what i'm saying is, if anybody can think of a more worthwhile place where i can publish my writing, or even just suggest a topic that i should pursue more seriously (obviously, something i wouldn't normally write about at uni), then please let me know. i'm not just a pretty face. i'm thinking...oh i don't know, chief middle eastern correspondent for time magazine or something?
as some of you may already know, i used to write for breaking custom, and quite a few of my reviews are still up there, and i'm not afraid to say that i think they are miles better than the other shit they publish on that site. the reason i quit that, though, is cause the editor was only giving me the lame shit that he didn't want to review, and then gettin' all up in my grill when i didn't submit it on time. this was all voluntary, by the way. so yeah, if anyone knows any webzines or news portals or ANYTHING that needs someone to do some research/writing, drop me a line. i'm keen as mustard to get back into it. anyway, on with the show.
so the australian open is over again. in case you thought i was being too harsh on justine henin in my last post, consider the following: 1) i have had a long-standing vendetta against this androgynous incarnation since like 2003; 2) if you care to read your newspapers from yesterday (monday), you will see that the media, along with basically every other tennis commentator, share my sentiments; and finally 3) even though this is the case, nobody really has the balls to call the bitch out on this shit. somebody's gotta do it, i'm just giving the public what they need.
in brighter news, marcos bagdhatis is probably the most awesome dude ever. if you care about tennis or sport in general you will already be aware of this fact, so i won't waste superlatives on explaining it for you. he's just the man, end of story.
so does anyone remember what happened at northland shopping centre a couple of weeks ago? those two brothers with muscular dystrophy being made to crawl to their cars because the security wouldn't let them leave with the wheelchairs they provided? it took all the strength i had not to break down and cry when i saw that report on the news. what kind of power trip are these people on? that is actually like taking candy from a baby. those two brothers are braver than you or i or just about anybody else could ever hope to be, and the fact that they have no choice but to take this kind of thing in their stride just makes them even more amazing. i don't want anyone to think i'm taking pity on them because of their disability, but i mean, they were fucking crying on the news. congratulations, meathead security guard; you managed to reduce disabled men to tears. believe it or not, they are human too, and yes, they also have feelings. i honestly can't put into words the way this kind of thing makes me feel. sadly, behaviour like this is not uncommon around these parts.
scarlett johansson is the new face of l'oreal. not that i am in the market for blemish control, or trying to minimise my stretch marks. i think it's cool, for two reasons. firstly, that people are actually paying attention to a good actress with a good work ethic and a healthy image who's not a complete moron, and secondly, now we'll all be able to see more scarlett, more often! she has those big pretty eyes and that smile and just...swoon. ahem.
i watched requiem for a dream again before, and really appreciated it more than the first couple of times i saw it. not sure what was different about it this time. when i figure it out i'll let you know. and it's not nearly as confronting after you get past the initial shock factor and start paying more attention to the characters. not that i didn't the first time, just...shut up. i also finally watched the cup, and yes, it's every bit as inspirational and beautiful as i thought it would be. all this has been made possible by virtue of me purchasing that dendy collection that i've had my eye on for like a year. i figured it was the same price as a big night out, and wouldn't leave me feeling used and discarded. so far i've been right, and i'm not missing the hangover that i otherwise would have had. having said that, going out this summer has been first-degree fun. but you don't want to hear about any of that!
you know what? i think i'm actually out of things to say. ummm. i'm looking forwards to uni starting, not least because i know i only have a year to go. home stretch. clear skies.
if any girls want a casual hospitality job in a really really good atmosphere that pays well, holla. sorry guys, it's just that it's starting to seem like a bad day at xavier/scotch what with all the female staff up and leaving on exchange and so forth. anyway so hospitality work is the best kind of work for uni students because it doesn't clash with classes, there are no inherent RSI's, you're not slumped over a desk all day, you get to eat/drink as much as you like during your shift, and suffice it to say, working 21st birthday parties isn't exactly a chore. i worked a four hour shift on friday without serving a single person. i passed the time by listening to cds, talking on the phone and watching tv. if that doesn't sound like a sweet deal then you've got a dysfunctional life. i will warn all potential applicants, though; we recently acquired a new supervisor, who is a total fucking idiot. but she's pretty much only around for weddings. i won't waste any more characters on her.
now i'm definitely out of things to say. peace out.
before i begin, let me just preface this entry by saying i'm really not sure why i keep this journal anymore. i mean, there was the novelty factor to begin with, but now my readership is steadily in decline and i'm becoming increasingly aware of the triviality of the whole thing. all it's really good for is a respite from boredom, usually in the early hours of the morning when i should be doing numerous other things, not the least of which is sleeping.
stop me if i'm wrong, but i think i can write reasonably well (at least, much better than i can speak), and i don't think my ideas and perspectives are too off-the-wall to just be considered the musings of some disgruntled teenager (scarily enough, i'm not gonna be a teenager for much longer...eep). what i'm saying is, if anybody can think of a more worthwhile place where i can publish my writing, or even just suggest a topic that i should pursue more seriously (obviously, something i wouldn't normally write about at uni), then please let me know. i'm not just a pretty face. i'm thinking...oh i don't know, chief middle eastern correspondent for time magazine or something?
as some of you may already know, i used to write for breaking custom, and quite a few of my reviews are still up there, and i'm not afraid to say that i think they are miles better than the other shit they publish on that site. the reason i quit that, though, is cause the editor was only giving me the lame shit that he didn't want to review, and then gettin' all up in my grill when i didn't submit it on time. this was all voluntary, by the way. so yeah, if anyone knows any webzines or news portals or ANYTHING that needs someone to do some research/writing, drop me a line. i'm keen as mustard to get back into it. anyway, on with the show.
so the australian open is over again. in case you thought i was being too harsh on justine henin in my last post, consider the following: 1) i have had a long-standing vendetta against this androgynous incarnation since like 2003; 2) if you care to read your newspapers from yesterday (monday), you will see that the media, along with basically every other tennis commentator, share my sentiments; and finally 3) even though this is the case, nobody really has the balls to call the bitch out on this shit. somebody's gotta do it, i'm just giving the public what they need.
in brighter news, marcos bagdhatis is probably the most awesome dude ever. if you care about tennis or sport in general you will already be aware of this fact, so i won't waste superlatives on explaining it for you. he's just the man, end of story.
so does anyone remember what happened at northland shopping centre a couple of weeks ago? those two brothers with muscular dystrophy being made to crawl to their cars because the security wouldn't let them leave with the wheelchairs they provided? it took all the strength i had not to break down and cry when i saw that report on the news. what kind of power trip are these people on? that is actually like taking candy from a baby. those two brothers are braver than you or i or just about anybody else could ever hope to be, and the fact that they have no choice but to take this kind of thing in their stride just makes them even more amazing. i don't want anyone to think i'm taking pity on them because of their disability, but i mean, they were fucking crying on the news. congratulations, meathead security guard; you managed to reduce disabled men to tears. believe it or not, they are human too, and yes, they also have feelings. i honestly can't put into words the way this kind of thing makes me feel. sadly, behaviour like this is not uncommon around these parts.
scarlett johansson is the new face of l'oreal. not that i am in the market for blemish control, or trying to minimise my stretch marks. i think it's cool, for two reasons. firstly, that people are actually paying attention to a good actress with a good work ethic and a healthy image who's not a complete moron, and secondly, now we'll all be able to see more scarlett, more often! she has those big pretty eyes and that smile and just...swoon. ahem.
i watched requiem for a dream again before, and really appreciated it more than the first couple of times i saw it. not sure what was different about it this time. when i figure it out i'll let you know. and it's not nearly as confronting after you get past the initial shock factor and start paying more attention to the characters. not that i didn't the first time, just...shut up. i also finally watched the cup, and yes, it's every bit as inspirational and beautiful as i thought it would be. all this has been made possible by virtue of me purchasing that dendy collection that i've had my eye on for like a year. i figured it was the same price as a big night out, and wouldn't leave me feeling used and discarded. so far i've been right, and i'm not missing the hangover that i otherwise would have had. having said that, going out this summer has been first-degree fun. but you don't want to hear about any of that!
you know what? i think i'm actually out of things to say. ummm. i'm looking forwards to uni starting, not least because i know i only have a year to go. home stretch. clear skies.
if any girls want a casual hospitality job in a really really good atmosphere that pays well, holla. sorry guys, it's just that it's starting to seem like a bad day at xavier/scotch what with all the female staff up and leaving on exchange and so forth. anyway so hospitality work is the best kind of work for uni students because it doesn't clash with classes, there are no inherent RSI's, you're not slumped over a desk all day, you get to eat/drink as much as you like during your shift, and suffice it to say, working 21st birthday parties isn't exactly a chore. i worked a four hour shift on friday without serving a single person. i passed the time by listening to cds, talking on the phone and watching tv. if that doesn't sound like a sweet deal then you've got a dysfunctional life. i will warn all potential applicants, though; we recently acquired a new supervisor, who is a total fucking idiot. but she's pretty much only around for weddings. i won't waste any more characters on her.
now i'm definitely out of things to say. peace out.