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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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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.

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.