Friday, October 24, 2008
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Wolf man
[used to be a picture of David Williams here. Please, imagine a muscly beardy man here.]
Please get the beard back Mr. Williams.
Please get the beard back Mr. Williams.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Friday, October 17, 2008
The Delta of Venus and the Alpha Achievers
Halfway through. I usually don't read if theres someone sitting next to me on the train. I irks me to have someone peering over my shoulder, invading my sacrosanct reading space. Get your own copy.
Was my day off today but spent it in the city sorting out papers for this Student Achiever Award. Yeah, it's real and it's happening as we speak. There are two people chosen from each Tourism and Management classes from my building so, let us pray to Bog that one of us takes home the title, the moolah and the paper that proves you were a part of this whirlwind.
Was my day off today but spent it in the city sorting out papers for this Student Achiever Award. Yeah, it's real and it's happening as we speak. There are two people chosen from each Tourism and Management classes from my building so, let us pray to Bog that one of us takes home the title, the moolah and the paper that proves you were a part of this whirlwind.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Well..I've done it now
I'm a nominee for the NSW Tourism Ministers Student Achiever Award
Recently I accepted that I was "safe" in this course and just passing whatever exam, assessment or "quizette" was thrown in my direction.
Turns out i'm getting a little more marks than I had expected. Fuckin A.
For a wee moment I suspected that this is only delirium and lack of sleep has bombarded my mind with a sick fantasy of winning an academic award. How embarassing that would be, if that were the case. You know, nonchalantly making my way to the Head of Tourism's office in the building, asking the Head Teacher for papers to sign and submit to get my nominated derriere secured into this bitch. He'll look at me, pat me on the back and laugh at the joke I apparently just made. Dumbfounded, I'll wander back to class and tell people that "Yeah...he said I've got a good chance at winning this thing" then avoid all conversation about it. Pretend it went through at a private location, with no media coverage and no fuss. When people congratulate in the hallways, scurry off and tell everyone it was nothing and to possibly shut the fuck up a just a little bit.
Ok. I'm sleeping now.
Recently I accepted that I was "safe" in this course and just passing whatever exam, assessment or "quizette" was thrown in my direction.
Turns out i'm getting a little more marks than I had expected. Fuckin A.
For a wee moment I suspected that this is only delirium and lack of sleep has bombarded my mind with a sick fantasy of winning an academic award. How embarassing that would be, if that were the case. You know, nonchalantly making my way to the Head of Tourism's office in the building, asking the Head Teacher for papers to sign and submit to get my nominated derriere secured into this bitch. He'll look at me, pat me on the back and laugh at the joke I apparently just made. Dumbfounded, I'll wander back to class and tell people that "Yeah...he said I've got a good chance at winning this thing" then avoid all conversation about it. Pretend it went through at a private location, with no media coverage and no fuss. When people congratulate in the hallways, scurry off and tell everyone it was nothing and to possibly shut the fuck up a just a little bit.
Ok. I'm sleeping now.
~Dreamz~
God, I had a dream I was making out with the troubled teen from Days of Our Lives.
That's FUBAR.
That's FUBAR.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
We're getting older and turning into A-holes. Get used to it
We're always going to hate people younger than us.
Everyone has had their fair share of ripping into those people who are 3+ years younger. It's in your blood. You know you are that pissed when you put your heart and soul into your argument and start referring to these people as kids, even though they aren't that much younger. I'm guilty of doing it, but i'm sure those group of people are going to do the same in a few more years. It's a neverending cycle that we acknowledge.
You will constantly look at those people and go on a diatribe about how you were never like that or how you started and brought in what they're enjoying right now.
You want that sense of knowing that these people are the product of your awesomeness but in no way do you want them to be your comrades. It's about who did it first and who did it better.
A group of teenagers in front of me in the tunnel are too busy taking pictures, burning each other with lame insults, exchanging inside jokes and having way too much fun on a Thursday afternoon. Instantly I hated them. Not for the good reason that they were walking slower and in my way and I had only 3 minutes to catch a train and it's a solid 10 minute walk. I was mad at that, sure, but I twisted it to a point where I came to the conclusion that I wanted to stab everyone that belonged to that particular age group. They had gotten over that hump called the HSC, which seems like a big deal but when you finish it you don't give two shits about it. It's kind of like an M. Night Shyamalan movie. "Yeah, i've done it, big deal. It's nothing. I know more than you moron children. " Is roughly what I had running through my mind. Thinking about it now, I was exactly the same way when I finished my HSC. Possibly more shittier and irritating rocking the years worst haircut.
Why I decided to secretly pick on them instead of excusing myself between them to get my train is beyond me.
Let's embrace this shitty little thing and move on.
Everyone has had their fair share of ripping into those people who are 3+ years younger. It's in your blood. You know you are that pissed when you put your heart and soul into your argument and start referring to these people as kids, even though they aren't that much younger. I'm guilty of doing it, but i'm sure those group of people are going to do the same in a few more years. It's a neverending cycle that we acknowledge.
You will constantly look at those people and go on a diatribe about how you were never like that or how you started and brought in what they're enjoying right now.
You want that sense of knowing that these people are the product of your awesomeness but in no way do you want them to be your comrades. It's about who did it first and who did it better.
A group of teenagers in front of me in the tunnel are too busy taking pictures, burning each other with lame insults, exchanging inside jokes and having way too much fun on a Thursday afternoon. Instantly I hated them. Not for the good reason that they were walking slower and in my way and I had only 3 minutes to catch a train and it's a solid 10 minute walk. I was mad at that, sure, but I twisted it to a point where I came to the conclusion that I wanted to stab everyone that belonged to that particular age group. They had gotten over that hump called the HSC, which seems like a big deal but when you finish it you don't give two shits about it. It's kind of like an M. Night Shyamalan movie. "Yeah, i've done it, big deal. It's nothing. I know more than you moron children. " Is roughly what I had running through my mind. Thinking about it now, I was exactly the same way when I finished my HSC. Possibly more shittier and irritating rocking the years worst haircut.
Why I decided to secretly pick on them instead of excusing myself between them to get my train is beyond me.
Let's embrace this shitty little thing and move on.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Keys & Lips
The Black Lips. Yeah, it's love. Dirty Hands made me wee myself a little and the Jacque Dutronc cover Hippie Hippie Hoorah is the best song to listen to when killing time on Level two at the Marcus Clarke building. Veni Vidi Vici happens to be my ringtone, why? Because that beat will catch my attention faster than Andy Dick whipping out his sweet-n-low to give Steve-O a golden shower. Gentle Violence is the best song for getting ready at 7:30am. There is a song for every component of your day. Is it me or doesmy Black Lips adoration contain one too many references to urine? Whatever.Wee wee wee.
Moving on,
Christ, I think naughty things when I hear their music. As a huge fan of Hendrix, they won me over faster than..yeah..probably the Andy Dick thing but anyway, Your Touch is so god damn good I'm probably going to pass out and froth at the mouth. It's still the tune I choose to listen to when I'm walking to the bus stop, to class through that god forsaken tunnel or if I just want to drink. Midnight In Her Eyes makes me want to have a whiskey in my hand and a nights worth of cigarettes. I'm low on cash to have either but damnit, I'll dream. Girl is on my mind...don't even get me started. Let me just say that it's probably the ideal song for when you're perving on delectable strangers.
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