So..
- Swoonboy is now safely and securely in the friend box (this time with added decision by me)
- I'm doing honours over 2 years so I don't go insane, and everyone agrees this is a great decision
- I'm only staying at my waitressing job because my holiday payout will be so amazing I'll cream myself
- AND I have to go away this weekend with next year's executive, and have a thing about poo. I can't poo anywhere but my house unless I'm really desperate. And especially not around people. Like, I don't like taking too long. It's not the smell. It's that I don't want people to think that I take AGES to poo. And I don't know the toilet. What if it has a really weak flush and I have to spend a year being the floater girl?
This is giving me more of an anxiety attack than christmas. Oh fuck.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
DRINKING
YAY DRINKING WITH MY GIRLIES
2 nights in a row. should be bad. But it's soooo much fun now that's I've bade farewell to my degree but don't have work tomorrow.
Updates later xxx
2 nights in a row. should be bad. But it's soooo much fun now that's I've bade farewell to my degree but don't have work tomorrow.
Updates later xxx
Sunday, November 8, 2009
..
"My great hope is that......women would remember that one of the gifts that they have is that they remained so very close to the personal life, and that the qualities that were discovered in the personal life, the value of human life, the value of tenderness, the attentiveness to others' moods, the need for compassion and pity and understanding, the things that women practice every day in their daily lives, in their small kingdoms, are enormously important."
--Anais Nin
--Anais Nin
Sunday
Well, it's official. I need a life, or something which resembles one. It is a BEAUTIFUL Sunday and I am:
a) not hungover
b) stuck at work trying to finish my monthly reports and bonus application
c) wondering when I became so boring
I actually considered last night giving up drinking because I still had a bit of fun. And it was free. And now today is productive. But I doubt it.
It'd be really cool if I could start feeling something other than apathy for everything. Except how I look. Then it's horror at how I've let myself go. I miss having self-control.
I also want to go back to enjoying more than like 7 people in the universe. That'd be cool. It's pretty sad, coz most of them are workmates.
a) not hungover
b) stuck at work trying to finish my monthly reports and bonus application
c) wondering when I became so boring
I actually considered last night giving up drinking because I still had a bit of fun. And it was free. And now today is productive. But I doubt it.
It'd be really cool if I could start feeling something other than apathy for everything. Except how I look. Then it's horror at how I've let myself go. I miss having self-control.
I also want to go back to enjoying more than like 7 people in the universe. That'd be cool. It's pretty sad, coz most of them are workmates.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Greetings
Hello 6th follower. This makes me happy.
I got told I wasn't needed at work tonight. Which is awesome. Like, way awesome. But what do people do when they don't work nights?
I know what I'm going to do.
IMA GET HIGH.
Oooooh shit son.
I got told I wasn't needed at work tonight. Which is awesome. Like, way awesome. But what do people do when they don't work nights?
I know what I'm going to do.
IMA GET HIGH.
Oooooh shit son.
Friday, November 6, 2009
HOLYFUCK
Holy fuck Caragh commented on here. holy fuck. It's like a fucking celebrity found my blog. This is going to be way lame if she sees this and realises that she made my day. FUCK I'M A LOSER
Self destruction
Sometimes, when I feel self destructive, I look at this and it gives me a little hope that one day soon I won't feel so insane all the time. Yes, it's what I quoted to swoonboy. Yes, it's another postsecret post card. No, I do not need help.
I just need time to lose my mind and then find it again.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
So long, dear friend
My darling,
We have spent an amazing 3 years closely entwined. You have been there for the dizzying highs and lowest of lows. You helped me realise my anxiety and taught me time management. Because of you, I have found sexual partners, best friends, and my calling in life. I have invested a lot of time and money into you, but don't worry, I ain't mad at chu. So many life lessons learnt, but I feel that it is time to part ways. I will always remember you for making me stay up way past my bed time, developing my addictions, and being the lovable bane of my existence.
But now it's over. I shall listen to sad old love songs and reminisce.
Goodbye, undergraduate degree. Goodbye.
SUCKA.
We have spent an amazing 3 years closely entwined. You have been there for the dizzying highs and lowest of lows. You helped me realise my anxiety and taught me time management. Because of you, I have found sexual partners, best friends, and my calling in life. I have invested a lot of time and money into you, but don't worry, I ain't mad at chu. So many life lessons learnt, but I feel that it is time to part ways. I will always remember you for making me stay up way past my bed time, developing my addictions, and being the lovable bane of my existence.
But now it's over. I shall listen to sad old love songs and reminisce.
Goodbye, undergraduate degree. Goodbye.
SUCKA.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Rationale
Given the chance to sleep with swoonboy, I didn't. Because of the setting, his mental health, and mine.
And now I'm fucking kicking myself.
Ok, ok, in the long run it was a smart decision, and he hasn't been ruled out of the future fuck pool, but DAMMIT.
And he's such a good kisser.
IN other news:
I have an exam tomorrow for which I've done fuck all study. Eep.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Waking up with an anxiety attack is not the best way to wake after maybe 2 hours of sleep. Especially when it's caused by a dream about fighting a zombie ogre thing.
I almost shat my pants. I need to figure out why I've been having such scary dreams. The night before, I dreamt that I just didn't go to my exam and failed, and woke up in pretty much the same state.
Also, major huge swoon. More on that later.
I almost shat my pants. I need to figure out why I've been having such scary dreams. The night before, I dreamt that I just didn't go to my exam and failed, and woke up in pretty much the same state.
Also, major huge swoon. More on that later.
I should be studying again
But instead, I found this. Rape culture can often be a difficult, abstract concept to explain to people. This explanation is probably the most comprehensive, easy to understand explanation I've found: http://shakespearessister.blogspot.com/2009/10/rape-culture-101.html
"Rape culture is rape being used as a weapon, a tool of war and genocide and oppression. Rape culture is rape being used as a corrective to "cure" queer women. Rape culture is a militarized culture and "the natural product of all wars, everywhere, at all times, in all forms." "
"Rape culture is boys under 10 years old knowing how to rape."
"Rape culture is the narrative that sex workers can't be raped. Rape culture is the assertion that wives can't be raped. Rape culture is the contention that only nice girls can be raped."
And she goes on and on with examples like this.
Wow.
"Rape culture is rape being used as a weapon, a tool of war and genocide and oppression. Rape culture is rape being used as a corrective to "cure" queer women. Rape culture is a militarized culture and "the natural product of all wars, everywhere, at all times, in all forms." "
"Rape culture is boys under 10 years old knowing how to rape."
"Rape culture is the narrative that sex workers can't be raped. Rape culture is the assertion that wives can't be raped. Rape culture is the contention that only nice girls can be raped."
And she goes on and on with examples like this.
Wow.
Monday, November 2, 2009
OHHAI CARAGH KEEPIN' IT REALZ
"I stayed up all night last night studying for a huge test and only slept from 6 until 7 AM.
When I walked in the guy I once described as “un.bel.ieve.ab.ly attractive” said good morning and asked how I was. I replied in a friendly way, but silently cursed the fact that I had been running late, and in my haste forgot to grab my make-up, didn’t do anything more than clip my (soaking wet) bangs over to the side, and… well, yes, I will admit it — forgot to put on deodorant. I was in no condition to be seen by anyone, much less some dude who is still attractive despite the fact he’s neither Jewish nor rich.
During the first break he turned around and started to quiz me on the upcoming test. My armpits immediately began to sweat. Because his attractiveness was too overwhelming. And also I wasn’t wearing deodorant.
Suddenly, I realized he had asked me a question. I had been too busy thinking how ridiculous it was that my under arms were actually perspiring with nerves. I didn’t know that really happened.
“Um, repeat that?”
And as he repeated the question, I stared at his face. His face that was 12 inches from mine. That totally babe-like face.
Silence.
I had missed the question again. I pretended to think hard. “One more time?”
Why is he so attractive? Why is his face so attr — GODDAMMIT. I stared at him, horrified by myself. “GOLGI APPARATUS.” It was, miraculously, correct.
More talking and he reveals that he once took a child growth and development class (HE’S SENSITIVE) and he’s a nursing student (SENSITIVE CARETAKER) and watched Jon & Kate Plus 8 before Jon was a douchebag (SENSITIVE CARETAKER WHO KNOWS WHO AADEN GOSSELIN IS) and the more stories he’s telling the more I’m totally mystified that this type of guy actually exists in this godforsaken world and —
GAY. GAY. GAY. COCK IN MOUTH. He’s probably gay. That’s the only explanation I can think of. I don’t think he’s ACTUALLY gay, but he might as well be to me.
“Good as gay”: the new term for someone way out of your league."
---ILOVETHISBLOGSOMUCHITMAYASWELLBEMEFUCK
As I read this entry from http://www.whydoihaveablog.tumblr.com/ (formerly http://www.caragh.tumblr.com/) I almost cried at how unfair it is that me and this girl aren't the same person. Coz I hard wanna be her friend. Is it sad that I've twittered her twice and have received no reply? Probably. But she once twittered Snoop and he tweeted her back. C'mon Caragh, I'm cooler than Snoop. More real.
And fuck, I sound like a crazy obsessed fan.
When I walked in the guy I once described as “un.bel.ieve.ab.ly attractive” said good morning and asked how I was. I replied in a friendly way, but silently cursed the fact that I had been running late, and in my haste forgot to grab my make-up, didn’t do anything more than clip my (soaking wet) bangs over to the side, and… well, yes, I will admit it — forgot to put on deodorant. I was in no condition to be seen by anyone, much less some dude who is still attractive despite the fact he’s neither Jewish nor rich.
During the first break he turned around and started to quiz me on the upcoming test. My armpits immediately began to sweat. Because his attractiveness was too overwhelming. And also I wasn’t wearing deodorant.
Suddenly, I realized he had asked me a question. I had been too busy thinking how ridiculous it was that my under arms were actually perspiring with nerves. I didn’t know that really happened.
“Um, repeat that?”
And as he repeated the question, I stared at his face. His face that was 12 inches from mine. That totally babe-like face.
Silence.
I had missed the question again. I pretended to think hard. “One more time?”
Why is he so attractive? Why is his face so attr — GODDAMMIT. I stared at him, horrified by myself. “GOLGI APPARATUS.” It was, miraculously, correct.
More talking and he reveals that he once took a child growth and development class (HE’S SENSITIVE) and he’s a nursing student (SENSITIVE CARETAKER) and watched Jon & Kate Plus 8 before Jon was a douchebag (SENSITIVE CARETAKER WHO KNOWS WHO AADEN GOSSELIN IS) and the more stories he’s telling the more I’m totally mystified that this type of guy actually exists in this godforsaken world and —
GAY. GAY. GAY. COCK IN MOUTH. He’s probably gay. That’s the only explanation I can think of. I don’t think he’s ACTUALLY gay, but he might as well be to me.
“Good as gay”: the new term for someone way out of your league."
---ILOVETHISBLOGSOMUCHITMAYASWELLBEMEFUCK
As I read this entry from http://www.whydoihaveablog.tumblr.com/ (formerly http://www.caragh.tumblr.com/) I almost cried at how unfair it is that me and this girl aren't the same person. Coz I hard wanna be her friend. Is it sad that I've twittered her twice and have received no reply? Probably. But she once twittered Snoop and he tweeted her back. C'mon Caragh, I'm cooler than Snoop. More real.
And fuck, I sound like a crazy obsessed fan.
Ok I lied
ZOMGPINKBLOG
I think I just DIED
It's so UGLY
But so FABULOUS
OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG
Ok, spazz finished.
I think I just DIED
It's so UGLY
But so FABULOUS
OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG
Ok, spazz finished.
Sigh.
I sent this to swoonboy with a message which said "People are only crazy from the outside, but from the inside, it's really quite a beautiful thing".I know he's probably bad for me, and I know I'm probably being way naive here, but I'm entering into whatever this may turn out to be with trepidation. Because it could be fun.
OHHAI POETRY WRITTEN BY MY DAD
Allow me the pleasure of speaking
A symphony of words
To smile and to kiss you
Allow me the pleasure of hearing
A symphony of sound
To listen and to understand you
Allow me the pleasure of vision
A symphony of light
To see and to imagine you
Allow me the pleasure of touch
A symphony of sensation
To caress and to hold you
Allow me the pleasure of the senses
An orchestra of expression
To love you forever.
A symphony of words
To smile and to kiss you
Allow me the pleasure of hearing
A symphony of sound
To listen and to understand you
Allow me the pleasure of vision
A symphony of light
To see and to imagine you
Allow me the pleasure of touch
A symphony of sensation
To caress and to hold you
Allow me the pleasure of the senses
An orchestra of expression
To love you forever.
I'm on blogging fire
"Do you remember
the first act? -
how the floor
hooked this world together
and after -
you had eyes, that said:
'yes. The empty home I left
won't see me again'
.
always, - we went
together."
My ex boyf wrote this about me. He studied poetry and wrote a few poems about me. It was kinda sweet, though I don't think I fully appreciated it. It was a little gross. I'm not really a poetry kinda gal, I get all awkward. But I really like this one.
the first act? -
how the floor
hooked this world together
and after -
you had eyes, that said:
'yes. The empty home I left
won't see me again'
.
always, - we went
together."
My ex boyf wrote this about me. He studied poetry and wrote a few poems about me. It was kinda sweet, though I don't think I fully appreciated it. It was a little gross. I'm not really a poetry kinda gal, I get all awkward. But I really like this one.
Look what I found...
I was cleaning (HA!) and picked up a notebook, and this fell out. I think it's been there, undisturbed for 4 years. Awesome. I'm such a sloth.
"There they were, seemingly lifeless, made only of black and white, but out of them, out of their own being, came love and pity and pain and wonder and all the othr vague abstractions that make out ephemeral lives dangerous, great, and bearable."
--Dylan Thomas, on words.
We had to study him in 7th form and I think his was the first poetry which really spoke to me. Around that time, my stepdad was getting sick and we thought it was Motor-neuron and that he had about 2 years - so when we studied "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night", I was all "D-Thom, you ma boiii and I fells ya, hard."
This is it:
"Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
Especially the last stanza. Wowza.
"There they were, seemingly lifeless, made only of black and white, but out of them, out of their own being, came love and pity and pain and wonder and all the othr vague abstractions that make out ephemeral lives dangerous, great, and bearable."
--Dylan Thomas, on words.
We had to study him in 7th form and I think his was the first poetry which really spoke to me. Around that time, my stepdad was getting sick and we thought it was Motor-neuron and that he had about 2 years - so when we studied "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night", I was all "D-Thom, you ma boiii and I fells ya, hard."
This is it:
"Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
Especially the last stanza. Wowza.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Life
I believe I own the title of 'negligent blogger' so I thought I should update. Since my last post, I have:
- Had my election invalidated, only to win the general election and be reinstated at Women's Rights Officer
- Organised my first (very successful) gig
- Evened up my face by smacking my eyebrow on another door
- Joined a band
This last one is interesting. I have NO musical talent to speak of, I fail at playing the triangle. But last night, Rochelle and another friend Lars had band practise, dragged me along, and now we have 3 songs. All done on drum machine. If you ever go to see Dorothy and the Dentatas, I'm the one standing in the back singing like a spazz.
I've been kicked out of home. And by kicked out, I mean it was strongly suggested that I fins a new place to live. Let's review: I got kicked out of home by my family. But then the little bro got kicked out coz Dad saw an MSN conversation, went "OHAIMSNCONVERSATION" and read all about how he got SOOOOOOO GREENED OUT and puked. LOLZ. Silly muffin.
I have met a boy who lists Spiderman as his favourite superhero (but not in the movies). If he weren't so fucked up, I'd be in love. FUCK HE MAKES ME SWOON.
Over summer (so after next week when I don't have an exam to not study for), I shall post interesting things. Like poems I found by my dad. Who knew he who made me from his loins was so talented. I shuddered as I wrote that line. Gross, Papa's loins.
- Had my election invalidated, only to win the general election and be reinstated at Women's Rights Officer
- Organised my first (very successful) gig
- Evened up my face by smacking my eyebrow on another door
- Joined a band
This last one is interesting. I have NO musical talent to speak of, I fail at playing the triangle. But last night, Rochelle and another friend Lars had band practise, dragged me along, and now we have 3 songs. All done on drum machine. If you ever go to see Dorothy and the Dentatas, I'm the one standing in the back singing like a spazz.
I've been kicked out of home. And by kicked out, I mean it was strongly suggested that I fins a new place to live. Let's review: I got kicked out of home by my family. But then the little bro got kicked out coz Dad saw an MSN conversation, went "OHAIMSNCONVERSATION" and read all about how he got SOOOOOOO GREENED OUT and puked. LOLZ. Silly muffin.
I have met a boy who lists Spiderman as his favourite superhero (but not in the movies). If he weren't so fucked up, I'd be in love. FUCK HE MAKES ME SWOON.
Over summer (so after next week when I don't have an exam to not study for), I shall post interesting things. Like poems I found by my dad. Who knew he who made me from his loins was so talented. I shuddered as I wrote that line. Gross, Papa's loins.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Last night, she said...
So out last night, I was having fun, having a few drinks etc when my friend Chelsea called over another friend David. After having a seemingly cool, kinda hilarious conversation, she all of a sudden asked if he was asexual. When he replied no, she told him that in that case he should have sex with me because obviously we both want it.
Now, I'm not denying that he's cute but surely I should have some say over who I try and sleep with. I hardly see David in a sexual manner and he's very little (the last 2 guys I regularly slept with were bigger than me). So I'm kinda embarrassed because it was in front of EVERYONE, and kinda angry because she just assumed that I wanted to sleep with him and that he wanted to sleep with me and then obviously it would just work. I do't work like that. There's way not enough awkward in that situation for it to work for me. And now I'm dreading seeing anyone from the radio station because he works there and I work across the way in the Student's Association and FUCK.
Something else which annoyed me last nigth was that my girl friends kept kissing me. Like, full on pashing. I'm completely ok with girls kissing and I like kissing girls, but there is a time and a place and on the balcony at a bar is totally not it.
On a different note, I totally had group sex 3 weeks ago with 3 girls and a guy. Well, 2 other girls. And it was my first lesbian experience. I'm unsure as to whether I'll go back. I don't really think it was my thing, and everyone is making out like it's such a big deal.
God, I'm such a hot mess right now. I have to write an essay and I just can't. Women's Rights is taking over my life. And I realy love it but it's just so much. And I NEED to pass.
Now, I'm not denying that he's cute but surely I should have some say over who I try and sleep with. I hardly see David in a sexual manner and he's very little (the last 2 guys I regularly slept with were bigger than me). So I'm kinda embarrassed because it was in front of EVERYONE, and kinda angry because she just assumed that I wanted to sleep with him and that he wanted to sleep with me and then obviously it would just work. I do't work like that. There's way not enough awkward in that situation for it to work for me. And now I'm dreading seeing anyone from the radio station because he works there and I work across the way in the Student's Association and FUCK.
Something else which annoyed me last nigth was that my girl friends kept kissing me. Like, full on pashing. I'm completely ok with girls kissing and I like kissing girls, but there is a time and a place and on the balcony at a bar is totally not it.
On a different note, I totally had group sex 3 weeks ago with 3 girls and a guy. Well, 2 other girls. And it was my first lesbian experience. I'm unsure as to whether I'll go back. I don't really think it was my thing, and everyone is making out like it's such a big deal.
God, I'm such a hot mess right now. I have to write an essay and I just can't. Women's Rights is taking over my life. And I realy love it but it's just so much. And I NEED to pass.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Defending the rightzzz of bitchezzz for just over a week now.
Oooh sheit son, I won my election and am officially Women's Rights Officer. And in the little over a week I've been in, I've helped saveda girl from an eating disorder and I've started a beautifully amazing and amazingly beautiful project to promote healthy body image. It makes me happy. In fact when I get down, I think of all the people I'll change with it. More on that once I actually get right started on it.
The following is why I love www.caragh.tumblr.com. I've been following the aftermath for a day or two now and I think all I've learnt is that people are stupid. Really really stupid. Stupider than people who think Student's Associations should be abolished. Background: Apparently she has really long hair and said she might donate it to the cancerous children of the world (I'm paraphrasing here).
I mean, fuck the cancer kids.
Listen, if you fucking need MY hair to feel good about yourselves, you leukemia lemmings, then maybe you need to work on your SELF-ESTEEM.
I NEED MY HAIR. MY HAIR. BACK OFF. MAYBE YOU SHOULD’VE TAKEN CARE OF YOUR OWN HAIR BETTER.
I mean, FUCK. When I donate my hair, I’m probably just going to donate it to myself. It will go in my ‘just in case I get cancer” safety deposit box, along with several thousand dollars cash and some stem cells from someone’s latest abortion.
(Edit: Becca, I’m counting on you to tell me when my hair is getting obnoxiously long. As a friend you need to be straight with me when the time comes. You know how much I care about what others think of me. Is it there yet? I think it’s almost there. You know what I mean by obnoxiously long. Like, “that chick needs some scissors because there’s some mad Yeti shit going on with her head.”)
Caragh, you win. At life. And if you ever come to the world's arsehole (New Zealand, apparently it's beautiful) I think we should hang out. We could get high and laugh at people. Because I do that anyway and I think company would be nice.
Aaaannnyyyyyyway, tonight I'm going to a Might Boosh themed 21st. I'm not dressing up but I'm pretty sure it'll be a pretty epic night with pretty people and pretty music. And lots of pretty booze coz I'm aiming to get there early to take full advantage of the bar tab. And if I get drunk enough, I'll probably just show my vagina so I don't have to worry about the mad growth on my chin from my uterus.
Deal. Yo.
The following is why I love www.caragh.tumblr.com. I've been following the aftermath for a day or two now and I think all I've learnt is that people are stupid. Really really stupid. Stupider than people who think Student's Associations should be abolished. Background: Apparently she has really long hair and said she might donate it to the cancerous children of the world (I'm paraphrasing here).
I mean, fuck the cancer kids.
Listen, if you fucking need MY hair to feel good about yourselves, you leukemia lemmings, then maybe you need to work on your SELF-ESTEEM.
I NEED MY HAIR. MY HAIR. BACK OFF. MAYBE YOU SHOULD’VE TAKEN CARE OF YOUR OWN HAIR BETTER.
I mean, FUCK. When I donate my hair, I’m probably just going to donate it to myself. It will go in my ‘just in case I get cancer” safety deposit box, along with several thousand dollars cash and some stem cells from someone’s latest abortion.
(Edit: Becca, I’m counting on you to tell me when my hair is getting obnoxiously long. As a friend you need to be straight with me when the time comes. You know how much I care about what others think of me. Is it there yet? I think it’s almost there. You know what I mean by obnoxiously long. Like, “that chick needs some scissors because there’s some mad Yeti shit going on with her head.”)
Caragh, you win. At life. And if you ever come to the world's arsehole (New Zealand, apparently it's beautiful) I think we should hang out. We could get high and laugh at people. Because I do that anyway and I think company would be nice.
Aaaannnyyyyyyway, tonight I'm going to a Might Boosh themed 21st. I'm not dressing up but I'm pretty sure it'll be a pretty epic night with pretty people and pretty music. And lots of pretty booze coz I'm aiming to get there early to take full advantage of the bar tab. And if I get drunk enough, I'll probably just show my vagina so I don't have to worry about the mad growth on my chin from my uterus.
Deal. Yo.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
I'm beginning to think that I'm not functional enough to make it work with a tortured artist. Coz I just kinda stop.
There's nothing like listening to your music and smoking endless cigarettes to make a girl swoon over you.
And I think that for a brief moment, I did almost fall in love with you, because there was no point in not.
But now you're not talking to me and so whatever.
Whatever.
There's nothing like listening to your music and smoking endless cigarettes to make a girl swoon over you.
And I think that for a brief moment, I did almost fall in love with you, because there was no point in not.
But now you're not talking to me and so whatever.
Whatever.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Phhwwwoooooaaaaaaarrr
Wowzer last night was fantastic in an oh fuck who the fuck gave me tequila kinda way.
The Rundown...
-It involved partying with the French rugby team. A workmate walked past me in the club and said "I love you, and now I'm going to take this French boy home. At least I think he's French..."
-I decided very early on that I could be Superman because I ran home from work, got changed, walked in absurd shoes to the bar I was meeting boy at in less than 10 minutes.
-Sorted stuff out with boy. The convo went
him: "So... are you interested in this going further?"
me: "Uh... no. I tried, but I don't see you in that way. But you're really nice"
him: "Yeah, I just wanted to set things straight. Let's still spoon."
So yays it worked.
-Requesting Dizzee Rascal 4 times before the DJ told me to stop requesting.
-Singing along almost word for word to Drop it like it's Hot. They played a lot of Snoop.
-Going to the farewell party of a Scottish lesbian I met the night I took e
-Watching boy restrain Rochelle as she tried to jump into the bucket fountain.
And today, I finished my slides. And I'm only moderately hungover.
Also, my scarf is longer than my legs now. While this isn't really hard, it's still exciting. I wish people would read this so I'd feel like it was less pointless. I also wish I had a sandwich.
The Rundown...
-It involved partying with the French rugby team. A workmate walked past me in the club and said "I love you, and now I'm going to take this French boy home. At least I think he's French..."
-I decided very early on that I could be Superman because I ran home from work, got changed, walked in absurd shoes to the bar I was meeting boy at in less than 10 minutes.
-Sorted stuff out with boy. The convo went
him: "So... are you interested in this going further?"
me: "Uh... no. I tried, but I don't see you in that way. But you're really nice"
him: "Yeah, I just wanted to set things straight. Let's still spoon."
So yays it worked.
-Requesting Dizzee Rascal 4 times before the DJ told me to stop requesting.
-Singing along almost word for word to Drop it like it's Hot. They played a lot of Snoop.
-Going to the farewell party of a Scottish lesbian I met the night I took e
-Watching boy restrain Rochelle as she tried to jump into the bucket fountain.
And today, I finished my slides. And I'm only moderately hungover.
Also, my scarf is longer than my legs now. While this isn't really hard, it's still exciting. I wish people would read this so I'd feel like it was less pointless. I also wish I had a sandwich.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
What I should be doing...
...is studying. I've made lots of powerpoint presentations containing Roman art. That counts, right? Right? Even though I don't know what they are or when they're from or how important they are, right? Right? Oh god help me.
On a fun note, I got my hair cut. And now it does more than just hangs off my head limply. Boni. At times like this, my inner latin geek emerges and I say things like boni, and wonder if it should have 2 i's.
Oh, I haven't figured out how to tell the boy I fucked that I can't see him in a sexy way, only a wow, you're still Rochelle's flatmate kinda way. But we hung out today and he gave me music so I suppose I'm placated a wee bit. Maybe, just maybe, if I don't kiss him or fuck him BUT keep hanging round with him anyway, he'll get it? Yeah? Yeah, na. Waddashame.
Props to Karen who handed in her take home essays today! You get to help me on Friday with my flash cards, you poor poor soul.
On a fun note, I got my hair cut. And now it does more than just hangs off my head limply. Boni. At times like this, my inner latin geek emerges and I say things like boni, and wonder if it should have 2 i's.
Oh, I haven't figured out how to tell the boy I fucked that I can't see him in a sexy way, only a wow, you're still Rochelle's flatmate kinda way. But we hung out today and he gave me music so I suppose I'm placated a wee bit. Maybe, just maybe, if I don't kiss him or fuck him BUT keep hanging round with him anyway, he'll get it? Yeah? Yeah, na. Waddashame.
Props to Karen who handed in her take home essays today! You get to help me on Friday with my flash cards, you poor poor soul.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Technical impairment
It posted twice and I don't know how to delete it.
So you get this. I hope your day is richer for it.
So you get this. I hope your day is richer for it.
This probably doesn't interest you
This guy I fucked gave me a cold. Thoroughly unimpressed.
After a year of celibacy, this is what I get? It wasn't even good sex. And now I have to avoid Rochelle's coz ha it was her flatmate. Gross.
In better news, it's study week. Which means it's fat week. My favourite time of the trimester. Where I lounge in my track pants and the jersey A left and only leave my house for work and food. Ahhhhhhhhh.
After a year of celibacy, this is what I get? It wasn't even good sex. And now I have to avoid Rochelle's coz ha it was her flatmate. Gross.
In better news, it's study week. Which means it's fat week. My favourite time of the trimester. Where I lounge in my track pants and the jersey A left and only leave my house for work and food. Ahhhhhhhhh.
Friday, June 5, 2009
See then there's you
So I don't know what it is about me at the moment but it would seem that boys can't get enough of me. Rochelle's flatmate told her he wanted to pash me on Wednesday night, so after thinking about it, I decided why not.
I n t e r e s t i n g night...
Went to friend's show. Very VERY good.
Went for quiet beer afterwards to celebrate.
Went to goth gig with Rochelle coz, well, we could.
Snorted e in the bathrooms with a hooker.
Yeah, I had my Kate Moss moment.
I probably shouldn't have stayed out til 5 30, btu I totally cleaned my house today and it's amazing.
Rochelle's flatmate walked me most of the way home, before I pointed out to him that it would take longer for him to get home if he kept walking my way. So I gave him a quick kiss on the lips and hugged him, then he said; "That was shitty, let's try again." So we did. And he said; "That was nice." And it was.
And we totally have almost the same taste in music. So we spent most of the night smoking and talking about music and stuff.
I n t e r e s t i n g night...
Went to friend's show. Very VERY good.
Went for quiet beer afterwards to celebrate.
Went to goth gig with Rochelle coz, well, we could.
Snorted e in the bathrooms with a hooker.
Yeah, I had my Kate Moss moment.
I probably shouldn't have stayed out til 5 30, btu I totally cleaned my house today and it's amazing.
Rochelle's flatmate walked me most of the way home, before I pointed out to him that it would take longer for him to get home if he kept walking my way. So I gave him a quick kiss on the lips and hugged him, then he said; "That was shitty, let's try again." So we did. And he said; "That was nice." And it was.
And we totally have almost the same taste in music. So we spent most of the night smoking and talking about music and stuff.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Abandonment
Thank god for Queen's Birthday weekend. No parents, no shitty little bro, just lots of booze and mayhem.
Thinking I'd get sleep on Friday night was a dumb idea. I got dragged to town (which was fair enough, it was A's last night in the country and I did promise that as his best girl friend I'd party). I got pulled into a club by the cafe boy I screamed at (mentioned in earlier posts). After talking about that incident for like an hour, and telling me I needed a nice boy my own age (HA!), he made me an offer I couldn't, but had to, refuse. "Only for tonight, come back to my house and fuck my brains out. Or else we just stay friends." His english isn't great. I made some lame excuse about not wanting to screw up our friendship now that we've just fixed it. But we pashed, which was like my goal with him.
THEN, he left, and who should walk in but Z. Last time I met Z, he said he'd give me his necklace (it was a sweet ass TV) if I gave him my underwear. Like, got undressed at the bar, gave him my panties, got re-dressed. I didn't because we were at work, but we partied and pashed a bit.
So I almost cried when he walked in. Then stayed at my house. In my bed. I haven't had dick for over a year. And in one night, I had more offers than I have had in 6 months.
Thank you, vagina. I love how you choose to bleed at the most inappropriate times.
I'm pretty sure my hormones are making me insane. I watched P.S. I love you and within 10 minutes was crying and didn't stop til 20 minutes after.
Not only did I not get laid all weekend, I cried like a baby and told myself off, out loud, in the middle of my empty house.
Thinking I'd get sleep on Friday night was a dumb idea. I got dragged to town (which was fair enough, it was A's last night in the country and I did promise that as his best girl friend I'd party). I got pulled into a club by the cafe boy I screamed at (mentioned in earlier posts). After talking about that incident for like an hour, and telling me I needed a nice boy my own age (HA!), he made me an offer I couldn't, but had to, refuse. "Only for tonight, come back to my house and fuck my brains out. Or else we just stay friends." His english isn't great. I made some lame excuse about not wanting to screw up our friendship now that we've just fixed it. But we pashed, which was like my goal with him.
THEN, he left, and who should walk in but Z. Last time I met Z, he said he'd give me his necklace (it was a sweet ass TV) if I gave him my underwear. Like, got undressed at the bar, gave him my panties, got re-dressed. I didn't because we were at work, but we partied and pashed a bit.
So I almost cried when he walked in. Then stayed at my house. In my bed. I haven't had dick for over a year. And in one night, I had more offers than I have had in 6 months.
Thank you, vagina. I love how you choose to bleed at the most inappropriate times.
I'm pretty sure my hormones are making me insane. I watched P.S. I love you and within 10 minutes was crying and didn't stop til 20 minutes after.
Not only did I not get laid all weekend, I cried like a baby and told myself off, out loud, in the middle of my empty house.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
I wish it were 4:31am
But it's not. It's 11:40 pm.
I'm not hard core enough to stay up that late. Gosh.
I'm not hard core enough to stay up that late. Gosh.
Sleep is for the uneducated
So I'm at it again. Leaving my essay til the last minute then staying up all night writing frantically, getting distracted, and blogging.
FUN FACTS:
-We will never be rid of a patriarchal society because men control women's biology. Yup, you read me. You, with the silly dangly thing between you legs, are in charge of my biology. Fuck you.
-There is nothing in classical literature or art which alludes to the Amazons' height. In fact, they're all portrayed as normal height with TWO breasts, although at least literature back up the one breast thing.
-Greek society was afraid of the Amazons and their morals, which is why they always lost their battles. Just like modern society is afraid of feminists. Because they challenge the status quo.
That's pretty much my whole essay. I have 1485 words. I need 515. But maybe more coz I don't kow if quotes are counted. I'm rapidly running out of material.
I went for an amazing dinner with Karen tonight. SO MUCH FOOD. Then got home and realised that my brother had ransacked my room, pulling everything off the walls and hiding my bedding because I took his VGA cable. Because he insisted on plugging his xbox into the computer screen and not removing it once he was done. I'm pretty sure that I can't deal with him right now so I may have to pretend he doesn't exist. Which may be easier than it sounds.
---I keep getting caught making sex eyes at a boy in my art class. I've only been staring at him for almost a year now. He's kinda intimidating. I may have mentioned him before. But he has a girlfriend and he's intimidating coz he's so put together. I want to have a torrid affair with him which fucks me up for a bit and makes me seem all tragic, but in secret.
Because that is probably my greatest goal in life.
FUN FACTS:
-We will never be rid of a patriarchal society because men control women's biology. Yup, you read me. You, with the silly dangly thing between you legs, are in charge of my biology. Fuck you.
-There is nothing in classical literature or art which alludes to the Amazons' height. In fact, they're all portrayed as normal height with TWO breasts, although at least literature back up the one breast thing.
-Greek society was afraid of the Amazons and their morals, which is why they always lost their battles. Just like modern society is afraid of feminists. Because they challenge the status quo.
That's pretty much my whole essay. I have 1485 words. I need 515. But maybe more coz I don't kow if quotes are counted. I'm rapidly running out of material.
I went for an amazing dinner with Karen tonight. SO MUCH FOOD. Then got home and realised that my brother had ransacked my room, pulling everything off the walls and hiding my bedding because I took his VGA cable. Because he insisted on plugging his xbox into the computer screen and not removing it once he was done. I'm pretty sure that I can't deal with him right now so I may have to pretend he doesn't exist. Which may be easier than it sounds.
---I keep getting caught making sex eyes at a boy in my art class. I've only been staring at him for almost a year now. He's kinda intimidating. I may have mentioned him before. But he has a girlfriend and he's intimidating coz he's so put together. I want to have a torrid affair with him which fucks me up for a bit and makes me seem all tragic, but in secret.
Because that is probably my greatest goal in life.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Why...
do boys seem to have moral dilemmas when I kiss them?
I mean, I love the whole play hard-to-get-and-fuck-with-my-head. I like that. But don't pull me into an alcove to just stare into my eyes. Gross.
Sigh.
I mean, I love the whole play hard-to-get-and-fuck-with-my-head. I like that. But don't pull me into an alcove to just stare into my eyes. Gross.
Sigh.
Friday, May 15, 2009
Life
What we have here:A ball of wool which will eventually resemble a bright yellow scarf
An orange earring, to go woth my orange scarf, orange singlet, and orange cardigan
I decided that now that I have handed in all but 1 essay, I should do something calming. So I decided I wanted a bright yellow scarf, couldn't find one, and decided to knit on. What you see took me 2 days (about 5hours). I know I'm going to feel a sense of achievement here.
The orange. Well, being the secretary for the gays I have to help at the Traffic light party. And if I go as green I'll get all the lesbians hitting on me. Also, I like the orange.
Other than that, my life has been more drinking and working and studying.
Other than that, my life has been more drinking and working and studying.
I did meet a guy on Wednesday night who got really drunk a few weekends ago and woke up with 'RUCKUS' tatooed on his inner ankle. I then asked if he had ever been in a knife fight. What? Don't look at me with those judging eyes. I like the danger.
Annnyyyyyywwwwaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyy.
Gotta go get some serious couch time before the par-tay.
Friday, May 8, 2009
This will have the wrong timestamp
Hello my pretties.
I am rather busy right now, after getting kicked out of home for blaming the last ten years of my life on my father and having essay due and whatnot.
But don't think I've forgotten you!! I have not had any funny thoughts, weird revelations, or anything remotely interesting recently so I am just waiting, biding my time until something really exciting happens to me.
Bring it on life, I'm ready for the mayhem.
I am rather busy right now, after getting kicked out of home for blaming the last ten years of my life on my father and having essay due and whatnot.
But don't think I've forgotten you!! I have not had any funny thoughts, weird revelations, or anything remotely interesting recently so I am just waiting, biding my time until something really exciting happens to me.
Bring it on life, I'm ready for the mayhem.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Sunday, oh Suuunnnnndaaaaaaaaay
I had an interesting weekend. I worked on Friday (which is normal), but my friend Hillbilly Jim (who is owner of the most anazingly disgusting beard) was at the function upstairs so afterwards, we hung out. He walked into the function room as people were dissappearing and says really loudly "WASSUP, FAGGOTS?!" then came racing down to tell me that not only were his cousins up there (whom he was addressing) but also the mother of the bride to be. And my bar manager didn't realise he was with them. And tried to kick him out of work. Which was funny. Then we decided to fuck off and go somewhere we could smoke AND drink beer, so we went to a bar and saw friends. Then the fun came. We walked to a friend's house after she had just taken a boy home, knocked on her door incessantly, then went and sat on her bed while her and random boy were naked. Unfazed, she packed the bong and we got so high. Random boy was cool though, he just went to sleep and said he'd see us in the morning. Which he didn't.
I was talking to the new British boy at work last night about stupid things we've done while drunk, coz he's certain I'm always getting hurt (like the time I cracked my face open, or the time I nearly broke my ankle, or the time I got punched in the ear...) and he showed me a scar on his arm and made me guess how he got it. Anyone else wanna guess??
Go on.
Just guess.
It's pretty awesome.
He was in a knife fight.
I had to restrain myself from asking why he wasn't already boning me.
And then I realised I'm full of class, and went to bed. Alone. And cleaned a restaurant today. While talking about my love of Snoop and Wu Tang Clan.
I. Am. The. Coolest. and most interesting blogger. Ever.
I was talking to the new British boy at work last night about stupid things we've done while drunk, coz he's certain I'm always getting hurt (like the time I cracked my face open, or the time I nearly broke my ankle, or the time I got punched in the ear...) and he showed me a scar on his arm and made me guess how he got it. Anyone else wanna guess??
Go on.
Just guess.
It's pretty awesome.
He was in a knife fight.
I had to restrain myself from asking why he wasn't already boning me.
And then I realised I'm full of class, and went to bed. Alone. And cleaned a restaurant today. While talking about my love of Snoop and Wu Tang Clan.
I. Am. The. Coolest. and most interesting blogger. Ever.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Oh, the high life
So, I have finished my 5000 word masochism essay. It was fun. And over the past 3 days, I have had 11 hours sleep. I can feel my skin buzzing. And I've hardly eaten coz I just don't feel like it. I'm awfully chipper.
I turn 20 in 3-ish weeks. I should be excited. Usually I'm all "OMG 23 days!" counting down or whatever, but this time, I'm not. And I've invited a few people to go to dinner coz I can't be bothered with a party, and only 5 are coming. I'm hoping there will be more, but I have 5 maybes (which I hate- I'm meant to be your friend, people, act like it) and it's just gettingme down. This is probably linked to my lack of sleep, but meh.
I have work soon. I can't be bothered with it. I enjoy having evenings free to do what I please. And I'm dropping my gender studies paper, and hopefully getting a medical withdrawl coz I can't deal with 4 papers. Also, it's not like it directly pertains to my degree. It was just for fun, but it's lots of little things which just seem to add up.
Ungh. Sleeeeeeeeeep.
I turn 20 in 3-ish weeks. I should be excited. Usually I'm all "OMG 23 days!" counting down or whatever, but this time, I'm not. And I've invited a few people to go to dinner coz I can't be bothered with a party, and only 5 are coming. I'm hoping there will be more, but I have 5 maybes (which I hate- I'm meant to be your friend, people, act like it) and it's just gettingme down. This is probably linked to my lack of sleep, but meh.
I have work soon. I can't be bothered with it. I enjoy having evenings free to do what I please. And I'm dropping my gender studies paper, and hopefully getting a medical withdrawl coz I can't deal with 4 papers. Also, it's not like it directly pertains to my degree. It was just for fun, but it's lots of little things which just seem to add up.
Ungh. Sleeeeeeeeeep.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Wowzer
I have 3 followers. Chatbot, why are you not real? I count you as real, but I know deep down you are not.
I think people should follow me out of pity.
I think people should follow me out of pity.
Friday, April 24, 2009
It's 2:15am, do you know where your children are?
I don't want to become one of those bloggers who just posts pictures they like. How else will I increase my followers? Although I'm pretty sure it was my bitching and moaning which lost me my other one.But I like this. A lot.
I have 3763 words of a 5000 word essay about masochism. A paragraph about Freud, an intro and conclusion, and I'm done. I'm just over it.
Also, totally going to try sleep with friend's flatmate. He said it was ok.
Lastly, shout out to my girl Karen Cooper. I don't see you enough since you left work :( Yes, lunch on Wednesday was AGES ago.
Friday, April 10, 2009
Thursday, April 9, 2009
I'm lovin' it
I have a Big Mac (gross, I know) and although I'm a fauxgeterian (I eat very little meat and will almost always choose the vegetarian option) it looks exactly like the pictures.
This makes me happy.
This makes me happy.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Oooooh SHIT SON
So after my crappy day, I decided that I'd come for cuddles at best friend's house. And then her ex-flatmate turned up.
Back story: A while back, I was at a friend's birthday party and J's flatmate was there. And after too much alcohol, we ended up pashing and came back to hers and fooled round. And it was an ongoing thing (3 or 4 times) of spending all night talking and pashing. Until he decided it's be too complicated, pashed me once more, then stopped for good. Then moved to Auckland.
So anyway, apparently she and her other flatmate had just been talking about how I hadn't been over since he'd left (total coincidence) and then he showed up. Sad thing - I'd totally go there again. not fun. So, uh, now I am sitting in the lounge, drinking his wine, smoking his cigarettes, and nothing's changed. So it's weird.
And all I can think about is how he will probably be that person for me who I'll always be a fucking sucka for.
Oooh fuck, I'm that girl. The pathetic one sitting in the corner nursing her wine and blogging.
Without anything witty to contribute to the conversation.
Back story: A while back, I was at a friend's birthday party and J's flatmate was there. And after too much alcohol, we ended up pashing and came back to hers and fooled round. And it was an ongoing thing (3 or 4 times) of spending all night talking and pashing. Until he decided it's be too complicated, pashed me once more, then stopped for good. Then moved to Auckland.
So anyway, apparently she and her other flatmate had just been talking about how I hadn't been over since he'd left (total coincidence) and then he showed up. Sad thing - I'd totally go there again. not fun. So, uh, now I am sitting in the lounge, drinking his wine, smoking his cigarettes, and nothing's changed. So it's weird.
And all I can think about is how he will probably be that person for me who I'll always be a fucking sucka for.
Oooh fuck, I'm that girl. The pathetic one sitting in the corner nursing her wine and blogging.
Without anything witty to contribute to the conversation.
Monday, April 6, 2009
When I'm down, really down, nothing matters, nothing does...
I was in such a bad mood today I went and spent $130 on crap. That's how much it'd cost to replace my phone. I'm just in a stompy mood. And then, talking to my best friend online, I laughed because of this:
C says: and I need something to wear for formal thursday but i'm too fat
[J] says: Aw
[J] says: Formal Thursday?
C says: yeha
[J] says:And you're not fat.
C says: i AM., yOU haven't seen me
[J] says: I saw you, like, 2 weeks ago. And you can't get that huge in 2 weeks
[J] says: Unless you had some reverse lipo
[J] says: Or unless you went on the Butter Diet.
[J] says: And I don't think you could bring yourself to do either
[J] says: Reverse lipo would be funny though...
C says: that'd be gross
C says: but I'm like a fucking beached whale
[J] says: a) you're not fucking
b) you're not on the beach
c) whales are quite different to people
[J] says: So stop it
C says: ok fine
[J] says: And smile.
C says: ok
There is a reason she's my best friend. well, one of them.
C says: and I need something to wear for formal thursday but i'm too fat
[J] says: Aw
[J] says: Formal Thursday?
C says: yeha
[J] says:And you're not fat.
C says: i AM., yOU haven't seen me
[J] says: I saw you, like, 2 weeks ago. And you can't get that huge in 2 weeks
[J] says: Unless you had some reverse lipo
[J] says: Or unless you went on the Butter Diet.
[J] says: And I don't think you could bring yourself to do either
[J] says: Reverse lipo would be funny though...
C says: that'd be gross
C says: but I'm like a fucking beached whale
[J] says: a) you're not fucking
b) you're not on the beach
c) whales are quite different to people
[J] says: So stop it
C says: ok fine
[J] says: And smile.
C says: ok
There is a reason she's my best friend. well, one of them.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Now I'm just avoiding the essay of doom
This is my "Go away, lil bro, and leave me to my essay" face. It's a frequent sight. This time he managed to capture it and send it to me, so I feel it is share worthy.And yeah, my nails are BRIGHT pink. Customers love that shit.
welcome to the suck
I have found this vacuum in the universe which takes my time and separates it into internets and study/assignments. And leaves me no time for fun. Not that I feel like fun after my 2 nights of it which ended with a stolen phone, but that's beside the point. But look at them! They're so pretty. And expensive. And one has Amanda Palmer's eyebrows, drawn by her. Lastly, I don't care if my University is still a patriarchal institution, I don't wanna write about it.
Sulk sulk grump groan flop.
Quote of the night
Workmate: Wow this is team work!!
Me: Yeah it's what we're best at.
Hazel*: Actually, I'm really good in bed.
After too many bullshit tables, this made me LOL so hard
xx C
* Hazel let me put her real name up. Ooooooh yeah boi.
Me: Yeah it's what we're best at.
Hazel*: Actually, I'm really good in bed.
After too many bullshit tables, this made me LOL so hard
xx C
* Hazel let me put her real name up. Ooooooh yeah boi.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Procrastiblog
Last night, I realised something. I've been realising this for a while and have been vaguely perturbed, but never done anything about it. I was talking to the bar manager about a boy I like (if you know me outside the blogosphere, it's not the one you think), and she said "Why don't you just get drunk with him and fall onto eachother? Isn't that how New Zealand culture is?"
And she's right. And it's worrying. There's none of this awkward few weeks where you're trying to impress them and gauge their interest. It's just a night of booze followed by sloppy sex and the walk of shame. It takes away any anxiety, because even if they're not interested you can just blame it on the alcohol. And that's silly. If you want to do something, just sack up and do it, and deal with consequences later.
After this revelation, I compared abortion to losing a. earring you never really liked. One of my more defining moments if I do say so myself.
Listening to: Daniel Johnston - Peek-a-boo
Feeling: Crappy
Should be: writing an assignment
Wanting: to be done with next week already
And she's right. And it's worrying. There's none of this awkward few weeks where you're trying to impress them and gauge their interest. It's just a night of booze followed by sloppy sex and the walk of shame. It takes away any anxiety, because even if they're not interested you can just blame it on the alcohol. And that's silly. If you want to do something, just sack up and do it, and deal with consequences later.
After this revelation, I compared abortion to losing a. earring you never really liked. One of my more defining moments if I do say so myself.
Listening to: Daniel Johnston - Peek-a-boo
Feeling: Crappy
Should be: writing an assignment
Wanting: to be done with next week already
Friday, April 3, 2009
Gem of the night
Well to be honest, there were a few.
"Bug bombs don't kill dust."
"Why not?"
"Coz dust isn't a bug!"
(this was before the blazing of the universe. Or atleast day)
"I do love you, but you're a whore. If you weren't you, you'd have no friends."
And then we started naming kids books after people in the room.
"The very dirty Rochelle.
In a very dirty city, in a very dirty house, lived a very dirty Rochelle. She had a very dirty job in a very dirty place... (and then I said it looked like my friend's jacket had tassles and the conversation moved."
I can't remember the rest, but my favourite was (to a friend who, for serious, has tourettes and yells "HULA-HOOP" and "HOOPENHAGEN". Like, actually.
"Tourette's be friends"
We LOLed. We may have even ROFL'd. It was a shit fest of laughter. And then a flatmate walked in and we all burst out laughing coz she'd just had sex and was trying to deny it. As we left, we yelled "FELLATIOOOOOOOO. J** GIVES HEA. FELLATIOOOOOOOO."
It's coz we're real cool.
My stairs are doom.
Interesting fact: No matter how blackout drunk I am, I can walk up the 2 large and 2 mini sets of stairs, get into my house, and get undressed to land in my bed without injury.
As I may have said, reeeeealllll cooooooooooool.
xx
"Bug bombs don't kill dust."
"Why not?"
"Coz dust isn't a bug!"
(this was before the blazing of the universe. Or atleast day)
"I do love you, but you're a whore. If you weren't you, you'd have no friends."
And then we started naming kids books after people in the room.
"The very dirty Rochelle.
In a very dirty city, in a very dirty house, lived a very dirty Rochelle. She had a very dirty job in a very dirty place... (and then I said it looked like my friend's jacket had tassles and the conversation moved."
I can't remember the rest, but my favourite was (to a friend who, for serious, has tourettes and yells "HULA-HOOP" and "HOOPENHAGEN". Like, actually.
"Tourette's be friends"
We LOLed. We may have even ROFL'd. It was a shit fest of laughter. And then a flatmate walked in and we all burst out laughing coz she'd just had sex and was trying to deny it. As we left, we yelled "FELLATIOOOOOOOO. J** GIVES HEA. FELLATIOOOOOOOO."
It's coz we're real cool.
My stairs are doom.
Interesting fact: No matter how blackout drunk I am, I can walk up the 2 large and 2 mini sets of stairs, get into my house, and get undressed to land in my bed without injury.
As I may have said, reeeeealllll cooooooooooool.
xx
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Study study
So I'm sitting (well more lying across my bed) and I'm meant to be writing on the similarities and differences between Apollo and Dionysus, but I'm not. My friend is sitting on my bed doing German and occasionally taking my advice. I tried Latin for a year and a half, so my advice is shit. But funny. We're leaving to get blazed in 10 minutes so I should probably get changed. It's cold out, being almost winter and shiz. That is the one problem with NZ, spring is winter, winter is hell frozen over, autumn is winter, summer is spring. Where all the real seasons at yo?
Anyway, I hope to update this when I'm home and high. Coz what better to do than blogcrastinate??
I love you, my 2 followers. You make my blogging worthwhile.
Anyway, I hope to update this when I'm home and high. Coz what better to do than blogcrastinate??
I love you, my 2 followers. You make my blogging worthwhile.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
What a slacker
So...
I met Amanda fucking Palmer. What a fucking babe. *insert gutteral moan*
And I got into a fight last night. Drunk girl punched a friend, I tried to pull drunk girl off, drunk girl punched me in the ear. Would have been ok but my face was pushed against the brick wall outside work. I think the free booze helped my face stop hurting, but now I just hurt all over. And I have to shower and clean the restaurant in an hour.
I got really high on Thursday night and went to an electropop gig, ended up texting my friends "Electropop should be called electroshit. Just quietly." It was fucking poetic.
Why is my life not more interesting?
I met Amanda fucking Palmer. What a fucking babe. *insert gutteral moan*
And I got into a fight last night. Drunk girl punched a friend, I tried to pull drunk girl off, drunk girl punched me in the ear. Would have been ok but my face was pushed against the brick wall outside work. I think the free booze helped my face stop hurting, but now I just hurt all over. And I have to shower and clean the restaurant in an hour.
I got really high on Thursday night and went to an electropop gig, ended up texting my friends "Electropop should be called electroshit. Just quietly." It was fucking poetic.
Why is my life not more interesting?
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Swings and roundabouts.
I had the most fascinating talk about crock pots last night with my friends while we walked home.
Except I have a familiar feeling that if I had been sober, it would not have been as fascinating. In fact, I probably would have just questioned why we were talking about crock pots of all things.
But that, I suppose is one of the upsides to drinking. One of the downsides is getting up to face the day, giving up after 10 minutes, and jumping back into bed, this time fully dressed, until 5pm.
Except I have a familiar feeling that if I had been sober, it would not have been as fascinating. In fact, I probably would have just questioned why we were talking about crock pots of all things.
But that, I suppose is one of the upsides to drinking. One of the downsides is getting up to face the day, giving up after 10 minutes, and jumping back into bed, this time fully dressed, until 5pm.
Last night #2
I also bitched out this one girl at work who no-one likes. She was standing there being a mopey sack and the conversation went thus:
Me: "If you're going to just stand there, you could help us roll some cutlery coz you haven't done any all night."
Her: "I've been busy with all of my tables and I don't feel well."
Me: "Well so has everyone else but they've done it and I've been working all week with the flu."
She stormed out of the wait station looking like she was about to cry.
Ultimate waitress burn, bitchezz. Don't wanna piss me off, yo.
Me: "If you're going to just stand there, you could help us roll some cutlery coz you haven't done any all night."
Her: "I've been busy with all of my tables and I don't feel well."
Me: "Well so has everyone else but they've done it and I've been working all week with the flu."
She stormed out of the wait station looking like she was about to cry.
Ultimate waitress burn, bitchezz. Don't wanna piss me off, yo.
Last night
...I had the weirdest pie. It was pie, but on sausage roll format. I got confused.
Then I sat on my bed cross-legged at 6:30am, eating this strange pie and wondering just when my life became about that pie.
Pie.
Then I sat on my bed cross-legged at 6:30am, eating this strange pie and wondering just when my life became about that pie.
Pie.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Saturday
I ran into a lecturer today. Always an interesting experience on the weekends. Though I suppose I was up at uni. But anyway, not that point. The point is that I applied for the Classics field trip and it's unlikely it's going ahead coz it's $9500 and then some so I was talking to him about that, and he said 2 things which made my week:
1. "You are exactly the sort of person we want to take"
2. "You belong among the temples."
If I had been told this by the fine ass tutor he hired last year for my class, I would have jumped him. Instead, I blushed and made some joke about how I'm fun.
Also, I have found the coolest tumblr, http://caragh.tumbler.com
She is, like, everything I wish I could be but can't coz I'm real lame.
I think I'm in love.
1. "You are exactly the sort of person we want to take"
2. "You belong among the temples."
If I had been told this by the fine ass tutor he hired last year for my class, I would have jumped him. Instead, I blushed and made some joke about how I'm fun.
Also, I have found the coolest tumblr, http://caragh.tumbler.com
She is, like, everything I wish I could be but can't coz I'm real lame.
I think I'm in love.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Craptacular
So I've had a truly craptastic week. Here is an overview:
- I dropped my phone. Not for the first time. But the screen broke and now I'm tossing up whether to live with a broken screen or fork out for a new phone. The latter is unappealing.
- I'm sick. Who the fuck gets a cold in the middle of summer? Seriously, what's with that?
- I have almost punched multiple first years in the back of their heads because they have a tendency to STOP because they're LOST and some of us figured out our way round YEARS ago. So fuck off back to high school
- I have to fork out $105 for a book I'll never read but am likely to mutilate
- I ripped my jeans while drunk and hate clothes shopping coz the blob does not like the confines of denim
- I have a timetable clash. Which wouldn't usually matter but I need the papers and fear that missing one lecture a week will jeopardise my graduation. Then I remember that I probably wouldn't go anyway, and get sad coz I'm paying $10,000 to study.
Originally there was a "on the plus side..." here, but then I stared at my screen and realised that I can't think of one.
I miss getting high.
C
- I dropped my phone. Not for the first time. But the screen broke and now I'm tossing up whether to live with a broken screen or fork out for a new phone. The latter is unappealing.
- I'm sick. Who the fuck gets a cold in the middle of summer? Seriously, what's with that?
- I have almost punched multiple first years in the back of their heads because they have a tendency to STOP because they're LOST and some of us figured out our way round YEARS ago. So fuck off back to high school
- I have to fork out $105 for a book I'll never read but am likely to mutilate
- I ripped my jeans while drunk and hate clothes shopping coz the blob does not like the confines of denim
- I have a timetable clash. Which wouldn't usually matter but I need the papers and fear that missing one lecture a week will jeopardise my graduation. Then I remember that I probably wouldn't go anyway, and get sad coz I'm paying $10,000 to study.
Originally there was a "on the plus side..." here, but then I stared at my screen and realised that I can't think of one.
I miss getting high.
C
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Friday Night
After work, we sat and talked shit [one of my favourite pastimes] and went to the cafe. I saw Dutchy and actually apologised* then sat out back and got to know a semi-new bar girl at work, coz I decided I should take it upon myself to welcome her to the family. My social life has reached an all time low. And now it's 2:07am and I should be asleep saving energy for Wellington's biggest carnival tomorrow and an amazing night in town. But instead I'm writing to all my non-existent readers. But my point is that I apologised. Ew. I didn't like it.
C
*I rarely apologise. The fact that I went to the cafe after yelling at him was, in my eyes, an apology. Or at least an admission of me fucking it up and trying to make it better. But I said sorry and that I still wanted to be friends coz he's pretty fly and I wonder if we could fool round if we were both drunk enough. I'm holding out for that. But the point of this is that I'm not big on apologies. I'm a fan of pretending nothing happened.
C
*I rarely apologise. The fact that I went to the cafe after yelling at him was, in my eyes, an apology. Or at least an admission of me fucking it up and trying to make it better. But I said sorry and that I still wanted to be friends coz he's pretty fly and I wonder if we could fool round if we were both drunk enough. I'm holding out for that. But the point of this is that I'm not big on apologies. I'm a fan of pretending nothing happened.
Friday, February 20, 2009
post #2
So it's been like... 10 minutes and the novelty of my very own blog still hasn't worn off. So a wee bit of background...
I study Classics and History and one of the major universities in Wellington.
I waitress at one of the busiest restaurants in Wellington and although my boss is a dick, I like it.
I still live at home with my Dad and stepmum, though if you saw my sweet ass set up, you'd understand
I like cooking, but baking is my first true love
I probably drink too much, but I think it will just add to the quality of the material posted
I am the queen of awkward situations and handle them well (if running away at the first chance is handling something well)
I manage to ruin most new relationships by getting drunk and talking
I am single coz the thought of a relationship is still kinda scary
I say things like OH NOES and LOLZ and gratuitously use language like a 14 y/o on myspace in an ironic way coz it's funny
I kiss girls, not in the Katy Perry kinda way but in the I kiss girls coz I like kissing girls kinda way
Most of my friends are queer identifying. If you don't know what that is, feel free to ask.
There's heaps more, but I can't think of anything right now. No doubt over the course of this you charming readers (of which there are none right now) will learn more.
Insight to what I'm like:
I go to a cafe after work quite often. Working nights means that I have to find something to wind down and caffeine seems to help that. And there's this Dutch boy who works there who gave me his number *swoon* so one thing led to another and I ended up partying with him. Just as I was about to make the smooth moves into kissing him, he said he wanted to be friends. Last thing I remember:
"I dont' care that you're 10 years older than me! [oops, hadn't told him that] I just want you to stick it in! But it's more than that [Dutchy] coz I like you and I DON'T CARE THAT YOU'RE 10 YEARS OLDER THAN ME AND JUST WANT YOU TO STICK IT IN... incoherent babbling...you're a fucking dick!"
After that, things have been interesting. Beeteedubs, I haven't had sex since hmmm last easter. The point of that story was to show you what happens when I get drunk and open my mouth.
C
I study Classics and History and one of the major universities in Wellington.
I waitress at one of the busiest restaurants in Wellington and although my boss is a dick, I like it.
I still live at home with my Dad and stepmum, though if you saw my sweet ass set up, you'd understand
I like cooking, but baking is my first true love
I probably drink too much, but I think it will just add to the quality of the material posted
I am the queen of awkward situations and handle them well (if running away at the first chance is handling something well)
I manage to ruin most new relationships by getting drunk and talking
I am single coz the thought of a relationship is still kinda scary
I say things like OH NOES and LOLZ and gratuitously use language like a 14 y/o on myspace in an ironic way coz it's funny
I kiss girls, not in the Katy Perry kinda way but in the I kiss girls coz I like kissing girls kinda way
Most of my friends are queer identifying. If you don't know what that is, feel free to ask.
There's heaps more, but I can't think of anything right now. No doubt over the course of this you charming readers (of which there are none right now) will learn more.
Insight to what I'm like:
I go to a cafe after work quite often. Working nights means that I have to find something to wind down and caffeine seems to help that. And there's this Dutch boy who works there who gave me his number *swoon* so one thing led to another and I ended up partying with him. Just as I was about to make the smooth moves into kissing him, he said he wanted to be friends. Last thing I remember:
"I dont' care that you're 10 years older than me! [oops, hadn't told him that] I just want you to stick it in! But it's more than that [Dutchy] coz I like you and I DON'T CARE THAT YOU'RE 10 YEARS OLDER THAN ME AND JUST WANT YOU TO STICK IT IN... incoherent babbling...you're a fucking dick!"
After that, things have been interesting. Beeteedubs, I haven't had sex since hmmm last easter. The point of that story was to show you what happens when I get drunk and open my mouth.
C
My blog-ginity
Sooooo...
after trawling the internet endlessly, I have decided to set up an blog. Yays. If you're reading this, I love you. You are my one true fan. This blog will be about life as a student/waitress in Wellington, New Zealand (hence the name of the blog) and the crazy shit I do. Which is mainly drinking and working, with a dash of study.
Happy reading, suckaz!!
C
after trawling the internet endlessly, I have decided to set up an blog. Yays. If you're reading this, I love you. You are my one true fan. This blog will be about life as a student/waitress in Wellington, New Zealand (hence the name of the blog) and the crazy shit I do. Which is mainly drinking and working, with a dash of study.
Happy reading, suckaz!!
C
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