life, as i know it.
well apparently its been seven weeks since i updated.
lets see, ive run out of money, commited myself to bachelorism having decided that i dislike one night stands but also make a shit boyfriend. i hate that everyone is going overseas and im not, i hate fucking rmb music when im tripping. i hate the star bar. i like getting pissed stoned and otherwise innebriated. i dislike going to bars where the alcohol, any alcohol, not just the beer is over 3.50 a schooner. i have also decided that i am going to move out of home which has ironically co-incided with my distinct lack of money. i have decided i need a new bed. i have decided that i need to find a career, not just a fucking job. i am considering moving to melbourne because the people are much better there. apparently there's less money, but at long as i can meek out an existence it doesnt matter to me. i ahte how pills can be duds. they can make something that will screw with your head, but they also make it such a confusing experience. i have found that time heals wounds. even those that are in your foot. yes my friends, you can get wounds in your foot. i should know. the inside of my right foot is continually getting fucked over. much like me.
i have decied that the white stripes are shit live because you cant understand him. at least in a big arena, i think they are much more of a closed roof arena type band.
big day out was great. speeed is a very useful drug.
what else is there? what can i say? my life is shit. on all major scales of measuring the quality of ones life i think i score pretty lowely. my home life is shit. my love life is shit. my friends are becoming my family in the sense that i enjoy their company and yet i still dont open up to them.
people are starting to annoy me. im going to be such an old cranky man. an old cranky scream at you from the bus stop type man.
i have a love hate relationship with women. they intimidate me, but i have such close relationships with more women then i do men. why cant i be comfortable around strangers? im so comfortable talking to strange men. maybe i just have more in common. am i that uptight in my young age? sigh. i hope i dont turn into a capitalist. i think i worry to much. scratch that, i think to much.
anything else to think about? im thinking about doing history honours. and talking about how gough whitlams dismissal changed the psychological dimensions of australia. i think thatd be interesting. im also thinkign about doing something on how land shapes national consciousness. like the scg being linked with cricket. something liekt hat.
im annoyed that ive screwed up my degree by doing to many juniour units. sigh. im such a dickhead.
its it a crime to like not being able to focus?
i hate life. at least at the moment. and at least when im away from friends or the beach.
i need a haircut.
im going now. i liked this. its been therapuetic. i think i spelled that wrong
im so fucking 'self policing' thankyou foucaldt.
lets see, ive run out of money, commited myself to bachelorism having decided that i dislike one night stands but also make a shit boyfriend. i hate that everyone is going overseas and im not, i hate fucking rmb music when im tripping. i hate the star bar. i like getting pissed stoned and otherwise innebriated. i dislike going to bars where the alcohol, any alcohol, not just the beer is over 3.50 a schooner. i have also decided that i am going to move out of home which has ironically co-incided with my distinct lack of money. i have decided i need a new bed. i have decided that i need to find a career, not just a fucking job. i am considering moving to melbourne because the people are much better there. apparently there's less money, but at long as i can meek out an existence it doesnt matter to me. i ahte how pills can be duds. they can make something that will screw with your head, but they also make it such a confusing experience. i have found that time heals wounds. even those that are in your foot. yes my friends, you can get wounds in your foot. i should know. the inside of my right foot is continually getting fucked over. much like me.
i have decied that the white stripes are shit live because you cant understand him. at least in a big arena, i think they are much more of a closed roof arena type band.
big day out was great. speeed is a very useful drug.
what else is there? what can i say? my life is shit. on all major scales of measuring the quality of ones life i think i score pretty lowely. my home life is shit. my love life is shit. my friends are becoming my family in the sense that i enjoy their company and yet i still dont open up to them.
people are starting to annoy me. im going to be such an old cranky man. an old cranky scream at you from the bus stop type man.
i have a love hate relationship with women. they intimidate me, but i have such close relationships with more women then i do men. why cant i be comfortable around strangers? im so comfortable talking to strange men. maybe i just have more in common. am i that uptight in my young age? sigh. i hope i dont turn into a capitalist. i think i worry to much. scratch that, i think to much.
anything else to think about? im thinking about doing history honours. and talking about how gough whitlams dismissal changed the psychological dimensions of australia. i think thatd be interesting. im also thinkign about doing something on how land shapes national consciousness. like the scg being linked with cricket. something liekt hat.
im annoyed that ive screwed up my degree by doing to many juniour units. sigh. im such a dickhead.
its it a crime to like not being able to focus?
i hate life. at least at the moment. and at least when im away from friends or the beach.
i need a haircut.
im going now. i liked this. its been therapuetic. i think i spelled that wrong
im so fucking 'self policing' thankyou foucaldt.