i came back for seconds

double post! chikapow
hm i thought this blog was going to be a regular thing
but i gave up on it like a Zyrtec.
i want to be able to stick to something?
hm
i kind of enjoy the idea of someone reading this
then again, it scares me.

I've been listening to the killers today. god i forgot how awesome they were.
they're lyrics are so good. so tripped out. a lot like the strokes lyrics. except the strokes are doing lines of cocaine every 10 or so minutes, which leave their lyrics kind of self explanatory.

"Racey days, Help me through the hopeless haze, But my oh my!
Tragic eyes, I can't even recognize myself behind, So if the answer is no
Can I change your mind?"

ha i can so relate to that, especially with the harry situo. trippy!

mm now i have a sexual urge to make a word document full of my favourite lyrics
okbye!

such is life

life is such a tripper.

today i found out my aunty lost her baby, this being the second baby she has lost.
fucking hell. i feel so bad for her. i can't even begin to imagine how it would feel to lose a baby. You grow to unconditionally love something inside you, then BAM its gone, before you can even tell them how much you care, how much you feel for them.
it puts things into perspective.
i sit at home crying over some faggoty excuse of a male, and then something like this happens and everything seems so petty.

i've cancelled work two days in a row now. I honestly do not give two flying fucks about the money i won't be making. the break has been so minty. i went for a walk today and i just felt so free. the sun was just about to start setting, the weather was warm and crisp and i had some choons uleh.
i got stalked by some weird pedo car who kept on doing u-turns and coming back past me. damn white people. but besides that, smooth sailing.
i couldnt help bopping and dancing and aeroplaning like a total weirdo.

ofcourse, during this walk, i couldn't get le fag out of my head. ('le fag' namely the stupid excuse of a male i cant seem to stop liking.) for the convenience of my millions of readers, (lol) lets name him harry.

i saw harry on saturday, we're not speaking for some reason. he's apparently angry at me. god, his so freaking moody. one second we're friends, next he hates me. you know that stupid song by kate perry "your hot then your cold, you yes then your no, your in then your out, your up then your down". totes relates to harry. he does my head in

anyways on saturday, i saw him outside the club when two of my friend needed a smoke. i see him standing there *cringe* so i turn my back to him so i wouldnt make any eye contact with him. not that he was going to speak to me anyways. then my drunken friend, lets call her 'sally' whispers in my ear,
"shit thats him, whats his name again"
-"harry"
so what does my darling friend do? "LARRRRRY, YOUR FRIEND IS HERE"
and he just gives me the dirtiest look, "we're not fucking friends"
i almost cried. thankgod i was bloody intoxicated, otherwise i definately would have. i just asked him wehre one of our mutual friends were and left it at that.

the next day harry comes up to me on msn and tells me i made him look like a cunt outside. HA im not the one swearing at somone telling them i hate them and all that jazz. god? where are all the decent people gone. and tell me this! why the hell am i smitten by this piece of shit. i cant get him out of my head. and i REALLY want to asap. apparently its going to take time, but its already taken too long. sure, i had convinced myself that something was going to happen when we were talking, but now im giving hope. but something inside of me doesnt want to let go :(

anyway thats enough
im off to bed
peace

lets throw rocks at them

Ergh, boys.
Thats about it?
Shall i elaborate? Sure, why not. I hate boys. I like them enough, except they're so god damn confusing. The ones i dont like seem to pay me attention, and the ones that i do happen to fancy ('fancy' is such an awesome word) seem to be here nor there. Saturday night i went out and ended up crying over one of these great males. I blame alcohol and boys for my crying. None of it was me overreacting! "LOL" Well, as i sat in the club's bathroom and cried over this stupid boy, i had strangers, lovely girls, come up to me and tell me that i deserved better and that i was worth a lot more. It was like a full on Dr Phill session. They were hugging me, stroking my hair, telling me i was beautiful haha. The thing is, this boy isnt even mine? Its pretty pathetic. I ended up msging him asking if i could "come see you" at 5 in the morning! I called him about a gazillion times. And he didnt even bother replying.
Boys suck. Shoes would never betray me.
I would hope not anyways....

bla bla bla ya mum

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Mum came back from overseas and brought back pop tarts and perfume. I guess it made me pretty jolly, except im on the edge of being hospitalized for obesity. Pop tarts are so good! Holidays have started and what i've been doing is waking up in time for Oprah, watch that while getting dressed and then i head off on a journey to nowhere. It usually ends up being a journey to seven eleven. Today i bought mens tshirts and spent the day sewing them and cutting them up and making them pretty. HA! Cheap thrills.

I had such a good laugh today. It was over at how illiterate my dad is. But still, its one of those laughs that keep this mega joyous feeling in your tummy for the rest of the day. And every conversation is jollier than the last. I had a really nostalgic conversation today, about growing up in the 90s actually. And ive come to the conclusion that i really want to go back.

So right now, i still have the joyous feeling in my tummy and i might head off to watch the Wog boy for the gazillionth time farken. Ha! I might have pop tarts while i watch it.. and drink pepsi out of a wine glass. Its totally my new thing. Try it, you feel uber important.

By the way, to all women; don't like boys. Okay, like boys who aren't shit, because they'll make you sad.. and make you wait for them to talk to you.. and are so perfect. *sigh* I'll leave that for another time maybe.

nutella and lots of leather

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I didn't end up going to American Apparel today. I found the weather too crappy for the tram so i drove on down to Highpoint and decided to spend all my money there. I went to pay off my laybuy on my silver heels, which for so long i had complained about ... because they weren't patent black leather. And then i walk into the store and BAM! There were black patent leather versions of my shoes which had just come in. So i sweet talked the lady at the counter and she let me change my stripper silver shoes for the black pair! Oh the joy :) So i was REALLY jolly, so i thought, hey maybe i should try out this nutella milkshake i've heard of. So i did, totally overpriced for a milkshake, but hey who wouldnt pay decent moula to 'drink nutella'. It was pretty damn good, but i feel ill now. OH! And as i walked past this really cute bag store, they had a 50% of EVERYTHING day. So i scored a bag that was usually $160 for $80 :) Oh so jolly.

So here is a song of joy, sweeeeeeeeeet sweet joy.

Grum - Go Back (Le Castle Vania Mix)

all that jazz

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I watched "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" today. The front cover has one of those gaybar quotes, that try and make you rent the dvd, you know quotes from like the new york post and all that jazz. Well on the front cover of this dvd it says "A smart, sexy and seriously funny comedy". This movie pretty much is the saddest thing ever! HA! This dude mustve been high while he was watching it, deadset bruz.

Tomorrow i want to go to the American Apparel Store and maybe get this black lame skirt. Trust me, its much less tacky than it seems. Hopefully i can find a top to go with it. Oh! And i need to pay off my shoes and get myself a nutella milkshake.

Heres a song for your liking

Machines Don't Care - Afrojacker (Hervé & Sinden Mix)

peace.

just a little bit of wee came out

Two posts in one day, ha! Mint bruz. But i have to ooze my excitement everywhere and this is how we doooooooit. PARKLIFE 2008!! Martin Solveig (lovelovelove) Boy 8-bit (Kissy Sell Out's cool friend) Graffton Primary (oh they can cook) Does it offend you, yeah? (OHMYFREAKINGOD!) Dizee Rascal (!!! CHKCHKFKNCHK)

I'm pretty much very excited. The only thing that could make it if Daft Punk was humping my leg while I read the line up. So yer, I'm definately going, even if i have to force people to go along with me. yay!