maybe it's all over

Hello Zoe. Hello Damo. Hello everyone else.

There must be something about Melbourne. Either that, or Ben's biased. Or both. Definitely both. There must be something in the water....

You'd think at the age of Howard and Hollingworth, they'd have lost the athleticism to do so many backflips. Mind you, they have joined the circus.

20 hours and 45 minutes until I reach Brisbane... Not that I'm counting or anything

*bounces off into oblivion*

Dude, that is so cool! Like, say you did that for a year, you'd be earning like $30000 or something, that's just shockingly impressive! Like, if you didn't have to pay rent, you could even afford to like... the mind boggles. Wow! You could buy so many vomit bags! ^_^

Later:

I've found a job as a Job Registration Clerk at Pacific Network - an agent for the Australian Customs. It pays $16.55/hr - award wage - full time position. I phoned officeworks just before and told them I'm resigning. I called my parents and told them I'm moving (or as good as moved) - let it be known that Thursday, February 28th 2002 is the beginning of all things spiff!

I'm not going home. More on this later.

I've just heard that I'm going to be in trouble for not posting here enough, so I'll see if I can redeem myself before that time comes.

Welcome Anthony, I see you on Friday, so you'd better still be insane then! I needn't worry.

Today .... was. I was about to say sucked, but there wasn't anything especially bad about the day. I visted the uni bar with a few friends after the lecture this evening, but I was of course too cheap, or just didn't feel like getting a drink. Strange mood all day, week perhaps, I'm not sure.

And now, you are being officially (or something) told that you're leaving the airport on Saturday, and catching a train to Toombul. Where you shall be pestered by Anthony, Cathie and myself. At least, that's what Anthony and I have decided, I believe Cathie is fine with that, but I haven't spoken to her tonight.

I don't know what to have for dinner, I suspect it'll be more pasta, I've been given about 3 packets, that Emily doesn't trust, thinks there's weevils or some such sillyness in them, I can't see a thing, so either I'm blind, stupid, or will eat anything, or some combination.

Well, talking about food will make anyone hungry, so, bye bye.

Hmmm... well.... first blog!!
So, it's going to be disjointed and probably silly. Things like that tend to happen around me.
Ben and Damo I know, Elise I have spoken too. Briefly. At least, I was told it was Elise. The rest of you may just be figments of someone's imagination for all I know.

If anyone was wondering, it has been confirmed that I am clinically insane. After that, nothing else is important.

naked and [ill come back to it when i remember what i said]
will wonders never cease..

Funniest out-of-context quote of the year:

"I said my tomatoes! Not pickles, bitch!"

at least it was funny if you were there.

Elise and Ben have gone EVERYWHERE man.. (actually, I tell a huge lie right there.. ) - I know we've done plenty but I just can't put it to the day of the week we did it so I won't do the chronological order of events thing so I'll just leave it at 'out' - sounds good.

The whole going home thing is getting to me now...

Woah, so many tv shows that I haven't seen for so long. Funnily enough my life still feels complete without tv!
I'm so out of practise at this, not that I was ever really in practise.

I've been typing and deleting this for the last 12 hours or so, with a few hours of sleep, and venturing around the shopping centre here in between.

Went out last night, came home, sat up all night talking on the veranda, so I've been kinda tired all day.

Running out of stuff to say... I start back at uni bright and early Monday morning, with advanced calculus, that sounds so scary and sad.

I'm such a slackarse, I was going to buy a birthday present for Dad and send it off to him today, seeing as how it needs to get there for Tuesday, but I totally couldn't find anything, I'm gonna sleep on it and force myself to find something tomorrow.

I wanted to go and visit a couple of employment agencies as well, but that died in the ass, the same way it has the last month or more.

I think this started really disjointed, but got better. I so need to start reading what all you guys are up to, and putting stuff up.

I saw something about peanut M&M's down a bit, I'm pretty sure we were selling them for some fundraising thing, for school I think. I could also be really confused, can't be sure tonight.

Ciao

Zoe I haven't moved to Melbourne yet (physically, anyway.. in my head things are different) - I am looking for work, albeit in a half-assed, distraction-ridden kind of way.. but it's increasing in frequency and consistency.. I guess. Zoe I'd send you a packet of cigarettes.. but I don't feel I have the energy.. you should get some chewin' tobackey eh? EH!? heh heh *vomit*

SEVEN FLAVOURS IN 5 DAYS

wan: original flavour
two: orange flavour
three: stella artois flavour
four: canadian club whiskey flavour
five: apple flavour
six: chicken flavour
seven: craisin flavour

*buzzes off to the beach*

Yuh, I know what you mean, although the people (well person) I was complaining about _thinks_ he's all weird and original (and much cooler than all his friends) when really he's as much of a conformist as most people... what was really bugging me was that he's always acting like he knows better than everyone else he's with, like he's reached the ultimate level of understanding and that we should all try and be more like him.. sometimes I don't know why I still hang around with the guy *grind grind* :P

Owls in small jumpsuits playing the piano.

Me, I have no idea how different I am from the norm, and I'm not exactly sure what kind of person I am, but I kinda have this vague idea and it's getting more definate all the time. But I don't expect other people to hail my opinion as being the One Truth or anything, though it'd be nice if they respected it and didn't try to convince me that i'm constantly wrong unless I agree with them *sigh* Maybe I just need to make friends in some different circles. Maybe hang out with Bob's crowd a little more.

Ling ling ling ling.
Pachooey chomp chomp.

Buzz buzz.

Burp. Ribbit.
Pling!

Apricot flavoured exploding anthrax candlestick bomb.

Toothpicks for winners.

Grapefruit juice lightly seasoned with the death cries of the lately sacrificed, punch bowls filled with phlegm.

Tortoise shells on the beach front and lonely alibis. Llama milk. Fur coats made form silver ferrets. Mind cream. Ancient artifacts from the most pleasant of pituitary glands. A small wormhole. Pickled onions. Rasberry fillings for beginners.

Total and utter German puppy rejection. Asymmetrical sandwhiches that don't go soggy before lunchtime, but grow tired and lifeless. Toe, bank, piece of cardboard. Pained expressions on watermelon substitutes. Ridiculously tight fitting attention seekers. Vomit coloured rainbows. Small daggers for kissing necklines in a substandard fashion. Throwing fits before altars and losing time over a nice hot cup of sour cream. Contradicting antelopes.

People who just don't understand, and like to think that they're above us. That they are just so much more socially apt, and have a much better idea of how to live. Stupid phreaking posers.

There should be less of all these things.

Im sitting here at the mercy of Elise's sister scared out of my brain that she's going to hit me over the head with the magic eight ball!
It appears the crisis is now over....
*cowers*

Night one:
sleep.. kindof..

Day one:
St. Kilda festival... COLD RAINY AND WINDY but grouse all the same (it cleared up in the afternoon .. quite gorgeous i must say)
saw like, one Paul Kelly song- and George.. Bloody fantastic
heard some improvised tunes on the tram back to the station, that was cool
you know the WHOLE DAY was cool.. even the part where i was standing wet and cold waiting for elise to finish work!

Night two:
REALLY SLEPT fantastically.. grouse. as.

Day two:
Missed half of it due to the sleep thing, then went into the city.. went to the gardens.. wandered around, laughed and all that - i was slightly disturbed by the library building thats kindof slipped into the footpath- at least they built a new one!

Night three:
here we are!

*buzz*
g'night

Plink furble ling l i n g l i n g l i n g l i n g l i n g

All tired, just come back from a three day convention.

I'm not depressed! Though very, very tired. I my angsty car (ooh, that was weird, I'm writing down random bits of the song I'm listening to, I'll try again). Actually, I won't, too tired. Heh. Uh. Anyway.

The Con was funkacious. I just wish I wasn't so tired for it. Oh, and I just remembered that I have three 8:30am starts for Uni this semester... I'm going to have to stop going to bed at 5am. Because I'll have to be getting up at 6am. And that's Not Really Much Sleep. Bah. It sucks having too many interesting things going on at night. Hmm, hopefully everyone will get all boring next semester. Yay?

I danced really, really hard tonight... a local band claled Soul Aquarium closed at the after-con party, and my feet have been rubbed so much by the floor and my shoes that they are now completely smooth and shiny. And sore. I love dancing like that though. You're not yourself anymore, it's like acting. And the buzz lasts long after you stop.

*buzz*

What was weird is that in the last day and a half of the Con, this guy, let's call him Bob, was kinda (almost) cracking on to me (but not quite - I wasn't encouraging him enough to make him actually try, but you know...? Just being very friendly, more physical contact than usual when meeting a new person (like poking them randomly etc... other equally innocent but usually reserved for closer friends stuff) I mention this because he was really not the kind of guy that I'd think would be interested in me. Not the kind of guy who'd be called "Bob" for a start... It was just this weird kinda reality shift, like "Oh, I'm not just interesting to X and Y types of people."

Naturally my relationship status isn't going to change, it just gave me a slighty different perspective on myself, I guess.

l i n g l i n g l i n g l i n g l i n g

And I saw these relaly cute fluffy thingies called Shasta bugs, named after a girl I met called (gasp) Shasta. Her friend makes them... ugh. They were so fluffy and cute, I had the urge to say "pling!" every time I saw them (and I did). Now I gotta buy one. With that money stuff. And some for my friends too... aaaaaaa too cute make wendy go "pling!"

My teeth are still here. Which is really surprising, considering what I've been doing to them lately. I gotta cut down. Starting tomorrow. This is gunna hurt.

Now I go to eat dehydrated potato. Ahohoho.

l i n g l i n g l i n g l i n g l i n g

heh heh
*sits, remarkably calm*

so calm its almost disturbing.. its a calm ive never experienced before..

maybe its because....

*falls asleep*

CC.. *screams*
EH could you be any cooler?

JEN THINKS IT ISNT FAIR
THAT I DONT REALLY CARE

youre in a less than jake song jen, did you know that?

JEN JEN why are you having poop weeks? eheh purple
TALK TO UNKIE BEEJ *pats his knee*

ZOE you too

ELISE/WENDY/ERICA/DAMO/ANGIE why dont you ALL come and talk to unkie beej..

i don't have much to talk about.. ive already said it all.. im going to pass out now...

i'll change that image tomorrow night.. sometime between when i pack and when i pass out

That society for apathetic people would suit me brilliantly, so long as You don't need to actually do anything to be a part of it.

I've been so incredibly slack with posting on here, it's disgusting really, it's not that I haven't had the time (I've had plenty), and not that I haven't had stuff to write about, no, I'm just too lazy for words.

Just checked the uni web site this morning, and I'm enrolled in the correct course now, as well as that not having messed up the tuts I put down for, with people that I actually know and like this time.

Anyway, I might aim for the post small, and regular for a while, let's see how it goes.

fluffeh red duckeh.. eheh
I'm so gonna run out of time if I continue to procrastinate this week.. I leave in 4 days and I've got a few things to do before i go, but that involves going into town in the morning before i start work, which in turn involes getting up early, which in turn involves GETTING A DECENT NIGHT SLEEP AND IT WONT HAPPEN THIS WEEK maybe ill just get mum to do it for me.. heh heh.. fat chance :/

EVERYONE HELLO.
*buzzes so much it hurts*

Considering zoe didnt TELL us HERE that she's GONE NOW.. bye zoe!

That's right folks, ZOE got her visa and she left this morning at 9am. Good times zoe!

WENDY! nice to see you around! :D yeah of COURSE i read diesel sweeties.. tres funny eh! youre cool too >o_O< *flanf*

and with SIX to go today I'm starting to get edgy and impatient.. EDGY AND IMPATIENT hence the short posts.

I thought a daisy might cheer you up

Hello hello! I I'm having a mental breakdown.. .well, it's not a very good one, I've been working at it for a few weeks now, but I really haven't quite got it off of its feet yet!

Well, actually... I'm not really having one at all. But now my entry will be boring... i need an interesting problem for you all to muse upon. Oooh, actually, with the dreams thing.. .two nights ago I dreamed that my boyfriend had these weird large squares of dandruff on his head (like, card-sized) and that when they came off, there were all these tiny holes in his head (like enlarged pores) I realised that there were ants living in his head, so I made this squeaky sound that in the dream was supposed to be an ant call, which someone in the dream made fun of, saying it was the wrong call. But the ants crawled out of the holes in his head, and spoke to me.. I forget what they said, but I squished them anyway *cough*

I realised that I hadn't gotten rid of all the ants, but then the dream went in another direction and I forget the rest.

This is a true story... (well, dream). My dreams are always kinda weird, although usually not quite that creepy (though it didn't seem creepy, just like "Hmm, there are ants in your head, you should get rid of those.. what shampoo are you using?" kinda thing)

B! You read Diesel Sweeties?! You SO rock!

people watching... i guess you could call it stalking! :O

its getting SO BUZZINGLY CLOSE what with all those 8 day vibes.
you know that means it's a week from tomorrow

by further investigation its clear that im going to pass out if i get any more excited

*does exactly that*