Incurable; I don't want an antidote.
I am so fucking mercurial.
I love my parents so damn much. They are amazing. I can't believe they've built such an amazing life for themselves and our family from nothing. And when I say 'nothing' I really mean nothing, I'm not exaggerating. I also love my brother. And my friends. And my extended family. I guess there's something you need to know about me. You can insult me or pay me out however much you want, in any way you want - I honestly don't care. I will either agree with you, or get annoyed if it hits too close to home (in a painful, I-don't-want-to-admit-it kind of way). Either way, I will ultimately get over it in about 15 seconds flat. I dare you to count the seconds. But. If you ever insult my family or my closest friends, I will: 1. be polite and tolerate your retardedness, but actually want to kill you, or 2. actually kill you. I can tolerate your insolence and complete backward-tardation, but there's a limit. And if you ever continually insult somebody I love - death come quickly to you because I will smash you up real bad (or I will secretly wish a million years of suckiness upon you). Dang! I'm gangsta.
So I am the biggest retard ever, and I can't believe how fucking gutless I was yesterday. I seriously want to slap myself. Who the hell says something like that via a text message? It's so high school, cowardly and utterly dumb. My gawd, I am so dysfunctionally foolish sometimes. PSH. *rolls-eyes*
I have been putting off writing about real world happenings, because it bothers me a lot. But I'm going to write about it now, because I've done enough self-indulgence to last a lifetime and I can't hold off writing this any longer. I couldn't eat dinner tonight because I was watching the coverage of the Victorian bushfires. It was so sobering. I wish there was something I could do to help, something more substantial than donating money. I wish I could lend a hand. I really, really want to. Did you hear about how the people of North QLD who were flooded-in and got government payouts have donated those payouts to the people caught in the bushfires? That's just amazing. Selfless ordinary citizens of the world, you rock.
Jendi sent me part of her novel to review. Wow. I can't believe she cares about my opinion. She was asking me for advice about writing/tenses/perspectives, etc. The plot of her story is very sci-fi, which sounds like her kind of thing. I can't wait to read the finished product. She said it was going to be a trilogy in four parts, which immediately reminded me of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (Douglas Adams) and she said she was, in fact, writing it in Douglas Adams-style.
Sam is cool. He doesn't sugarcoat anything and helps me overcome my retardation. Thank god for friends who are normal and not completely deranged. I don't have a good enough grasp on reality. I never did. But it's important that I do get some sort of understanding of how things outside my overactive imagination works.
Jane Pilkington just called me up and asked if I wanted to go dancing in Surfer's Paradise with her and her friend, Kayla! I had to decline, but I sort of really want to go. She loves dancing too, and I can totally see her breaking out some amazing moves and being a lot of fun to dance with. I need at least one or two drinks before I can dance though, and I'm not so keen on spending money at the moment. I'm being frugal so I can donate a larger amount to the bushfire appeal.
I was just reliving some of the funny stuff Tim and I said/did yesterday. He cracks me up. We totally should have played dress ups in the fitting rooms. I love doing that. I know it's such a pain when people try on stuff without the intention of buying, but I always hang the stuff I try on back on its hanger properly, and sometimes I even personally take it back to the rack it came frome.
Jess, from work, messaged me and said she wanted to have a work gathering with our other coworkers before I leave for Sydney. Aw, I feel so loved :) I need to ask Chris when he's coming up to Brisbane, so I can figure out which day/days I am going to be staying with him. Then I can make plans with other friends.
By the way, this song I'm listening to is ridiculously awesome.
Wanna dance? I do.
Another cool song: 3OH!3 - Don't Trust Me (link to the song)
Black dress with the tights underneath,
I got the breath of the last cigarette on my teeth,
And shes an actress (actress),
But she ain't got no need.
Shes got money from her parents in a trust fund back east.
T-t-t-tongues always pressed to your cheeks,
While my tongue is on the inside of some other girls teeth,
T-tell your boyfriend if he says hes got beef,
That I'm a vegetarian and I ain't fucking scared of him.
She wants to touch me (Woah),
She wants to love me (Woah),
She'll never leave me (Woah, woah, oh, oh),
Don't trust a ho,
Never trust a ho,
Won't trust a ho,
Won't trust me.
X's on the back of your hands,
Wash them in the bathroom to drink like the bands.
And your setlist (setlist),
You stole off the stage,
Had red and purple lipstick all over the page.
B-b-b-bruises cover your arms,
Shaking in the fingers with the bottle in your palm.
And the best is (best is),
No one knows who you are,
Just another girl alone at the bar.
She wants to touch me (Woah),
She wants to love me (Woah),
She'll never leave me (Woah, woah, oh, oh),
Don't trust a ho,
Never trust a ho,
Won't trust a ho,
Won't trust me.
Shush girl shut your lips,
Do the Hellen Keller and talk with your hips.
I said, Shush girl shut your lips,
Do the Hellen Keller and talk with your hips.
I said, Shush girl shut your lips,
Do the Hellen Keller and talk with your hips.
Woah, woah, woah...
She wants to touch me (Woah),
She wants to love me (Woah),
She'll never leave me (Woah, woah, oh, oh),
Don't trust a ho,
Never trust a ho,
Won't trust a ho,
Won't trust me
I love the chorus (well, how it's sung)
That's not the actual video clip, btw. I don't think it has a video clip. They're all fan-made.
Sam will not stop making penis jokes! OMFG, he was on the craziest penis-joke-roll today. A million thousand penis jokes. I had to excuse myself because I spat all over the keyboard and then I laughed so much I thought I was going to die. He is so hilarious. ARGH. Penis jokes, why?! WHY?! He said the purpose of his jokes was to give me nightmares. I don't know why I subject myself to this kind of torture? There's probably some Freudian explanation for it. Lovely.
I love my parents so damn much. They are amazing. I can't believe they've built such an amazing life for themselves and our family from nothing. And when I say 'nothing' I really mean nothing, I'm not exaggerating. I also love my brother. And my friends. And my extended family. I guess there's something you need to know about me. You can insult me or pay me out however much you want, in any way you want - I honestly don't care. I will either agree with you, or get annoyed if it hits too close to home (in a painful, I-don't-want-to-admit-it kind of way). Either way, I will ultimately get over it in about 15 seconds flat. I dare you to count the seconds. But. If you ever insult my family or my closest friends, I will: 1. be polite and tolerate your retardedness, but actually want to kill you, or 2. actually kill you. I can tolerate your insolence and complete backward-tardation, but there's a limit. And if you ever continually insult somebody I love - death come quickly to you because I will smash you up real bad (or I will secretly wish a million years of suckiness upon you). Dang! I'm gangsta.
So I am the biggest retard ever, and I can't believe how fucking gutless I was yesterday. I seriously want to slap myself. Who the hell says something like that via a text message? It's so high school, cowardly and utterly dumb. My gawd, I am so dysfunctionally foolish sometimes. PSH. *rolls-eyes*
I have been putting off writing about real world happenings, because it bothers me a lot. But I'm going to write about it now, because I've done enough self-indulgence to last a lifetime and I can't hold off writing this any longer. I couldn't eat dinner tonight because I was watching the coverage of the Victorian bushfires. It was so sobering. I wish there was something I could do to help, something more substantial than donating money. I wish I could lend a hand. I really, really want to. Did you hear about how the people of North QLD who were flooded-in and got government payouts have donated those payouts to the people caught in the bushfires? That's just amazing. Selfless ordinary citizens of the world, you rock.
Jendi sent me part of her novel to review. Wow. I can't believe she cares about my opinion. She was asking me for advice about writing/tenses/perspectives, etc. The plot of her story is very sci-fi, which sounds like her kind of thing. I can't wait to read the finished product. She said it was going to be a trilogy in four parts, which immediately reminded me of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (Douglas Adams) and she said she was, in fact, writing it in Douglas Adams-style.
Sam is cool. He doesn't sugarcoat anything and helps me overcome my retardation. Thank god for friends who are normal and not completely deranged. I don't have a good enough grasp on reality. I never did. But it's important that I do get some sort of understanding of how things outside my overactive imagination works.
Jane Pilkington just called me up and asked if I wanted to go dancing in Surfer's Paradise with her and her friend, Kayla! I had to decline, but I sort of really want to go. She loves dancing too, and I can totally see her breaking out some amazing moves and being a lot of fun to dance with. I need at least one or two drinks before I can dance though, and I'm not so keen on spending money at the moment. I'm being frugal so I can donate a larger amount to the bushfire appeal.
I was just reliving some of the funny stuff Tim and I said/did yesterday. He cracks me up. We totally should have played dress ups in the fitting rooms. I love doing that. I know it's such a pain when people try on stuff without the intention of buying, but I always hang the stuff I try on back on its hanger properly, and sometimes I even personally take it back to the rack it came frome.
Jess, from work, messaged me and said she wanted to have a work gathering with our other coworkers before I leave for Sydney. Aw, I feel so loved :) I need to ask Chris when he's coming up to Brisbane, so I can figure out which day/days I am going to be staying with him. Then I can make plans with other friends.
By the way, this song I'm listening to is ridiculously awesome.
Wanna dance? I do.
Another cool song: 3OH!3 - Don't Trust Me (link to the song)
Black dress with the tights underneath,
I got the breath of the last cigarette on my teeth,
And shes an actress (actress),
But she ain't got no need.
Shes got money from her parents in a trust fund back east.
T-t-t-tongues always pressed to your cheeks,
While my tongue is on the inside of some other girls teeth,
T-tell your boyfriend if he says hes got beef,
That I'm a vegetarian and I ain't fucking scared of him.
She wants to touch me (Woah),
She wants to love me (Woah),
She'll never leave me (Woah, woah, oh, oh),
Don't trust a ho,
Never trust a ho,
Won't trust a ho,
Won't trust me.
X's on the back of your hands,
Wash them in the bathroom to drink like the bands.
And your setlist (setlist),
You stole off the stage,
Had red and purple lipstick all over the page.
B-b-b-bruises cover your arms,
Shaking in the fingers with the bottle in your palm.
And the best is (best is),
No one knows who you are,
Just another girl alone at the bar.
She wants to touch me (Woah),
She wants to love me (Woah),
She'll never leave me (Woah, woah, oh, oh),
Don't trust a ho,
Never trust a ho,
Won't trust a ho,
Won't trust me.
Shush girl shut your lips,
Do the Hellen Keller and talk with your hips.
I said, Shush girl shut your lips,
Do the Hellen Keller and talk with your hips.
I said, Shush girl shut your lips,
Do the Hellen Keller and talk with your hips.
Woah, woah, woah...
She wants to touch me (Woah),
She wants to love me (Woah),
She'll never leave me (Woah, woah, oh, oh),
Don't trust a ho,
Never trust a ho,
Won't trust a ho,
Won't trust me
I love the chorus (well, how it's sung)
That's not the actual video clip, btw. I don't think it has a video clip. They're all fan-made.
Sam will not stop making penis jokes! OMFG, he was on the craziest penis-joke-roll today. A million thousand penis jokes. I had to excuse myself because I spat all over the keyboard and then I laughed so much I thought I was going to die. He is so hilarious. ARGH. Penis jokes, why?! WHY?! He said the purpose of his jokes was to give me nightmares. I don't know why I subject myself to this kind of torture? There's probably some Freudian explanation for it. Lovely.