Pillowpants

the vagina troll.

Hah. Wimmin.

Anyway, as things go, i'm generally wrong. And that's purely the point; I intend to be wrong in order to point out the foibles, the ironies, the little old hilarities of life. I'm a regular fucking Oscar Wilde. But what really freaks me out is when something said in jest turns out to be true, even partially. I've said on numerous occasions (okay, two) that there was no conceivable way for me to actually get up at 6am, the only way I would actually be awake at 6am would be to stay up that late.

Well then, it's 6.23am. I've done well.

Cadbury lies to you. Goddamnit, if they're (being the corporate they) are going to lie to you, why not make it convincing? All that paper money seems to get you nowhere good, it seems.

God i'm tired. Burgerlicious is less formidable then I thought. I'm going to buy some goddamn lentil soup, if I have the time/physical ability. And I mean that broadly. I have grave fears on whether I will last the next few hours. I know I will, but will I? That's the problem.

The black civil rights game: you never win, you just do a little better each time.

You're still here?!

Or I lost the internets.

I did. So yeah.

Been busy. Kevin Smith is AWESOME. Guy is a fucking champ. He beat the State Theatre. With a stick.

There's more this realisation that it's impossible to understand people's circumstances, even your own. Sam is cool. I like Sam.

Take me now Joseph Gordon-Levitt. So talented. And yet, so hot. Rock.

I want to meet her cats!

Yeah, but it's a metaphor.

Meta-phooooorrrr.

It hailed today! That made me feel better. It hailed like fucking crazy man. I met Tristan again! Yatta. He is both nifty and disappointing? It's weird. Still, I managed to talk to him for about an hour or so, before he went off to programming competition (ROCK!) and I had to go meet Fox (not as rock, but still rock.)

You rock, rock.

I felt awful waking up and going to Uni today. I can't tell right now whether it's seasonal or hormonal or cyclical or something more underlying. It might be all of those. That would be really lame. I can't believe that I kinda got what I was wanting.

Pip hugged me today. Twice! He is tres cool...I'd tap it. I was thinking of not going to Serenity, cause I couldn't be bothered and I was feeling crappy, but it was a gooood idea. Sam was there. As was Pip. Hot Pip. Though really, there is no other kind. A fun time was had.

Gah, things are happening just I don't really want them to happen. Which is stupid to wish I guess. I have Uni work to study for, but there are movies on which I would like to see. Speaking of which, I am Chauvel-ing it (shovel-ing it! Get it!? Get it?!) on Wednesday, as double feature is on! Yayyyyy, details are here. Starts at 7.

Still not feeling all that well. Stuff to do. Complicated, inane stuff. Murakami is fucking great. Damn he's cool. Goooooood night.

Putting the Jew

back in 'judiciary'.

Ah Judge Judy Sheindlin. You're always on my Supreme Court. Bench.

Don't pee on my leg and tell her it's raining!

Good. Just had a run of bad events. I was brushing teeth, wasn't paying too much attention, and accidentally activated my gag reflex. Seriously, if there was one reflex I'd rather not mess with, it would have to be that one. Fuck, it still feels like somebody punched me in the diaphragm.

And i'm talking about the shelf of muscle that runs across the bottom of my ribcage separating my thoracic and abdominal cavities diaphragm, not the urogenital, pelvic or even contraceptive diaphragm.

Ow.

Then, I broke a glass. It was annoying.

ECMT, ironically, is turning out to be my most interesting class. Not because I find the work that interesting, but more because of the fact that all my other classes are rehashes. Econ is year 12 eco; philo seems to be awful this semester, as for some unforseen reason, we're doing comprehension and literature, as opposed to anything resembling philosophy; political economy is a lefty commune, like a melange of business studies, economics and sociology. Ecmt presents me with ideas I have never really encountered before, and even if they're not that interesting, atleast they're new.

Admittedly, I am failing. Everything. Life.

I have a bunch of decisions to make, and should I bother? I dunno. Sleep for now. Life is a loose end. Today was a nice day in the sun. Ducks should not try and copulate. It was creepy. Night.

I don't trust things with ham in their name

possibly because...it's a sham.

Fucking brilliant. I found my counterpart to that irrational mistrust. Rocks.

So yeah. The gravy train of hormonal shift. I want to leave it. NOW. Fuck, is this how all women feel? ridiculous! The nausea and giddy spells are bad enough, but the random moments of lust?! Wtf!? Did every women have to have blonde hair and white shirts today or something?! Goddamn it, why does everything feel so OVERSTATED!?

WHY

Better.

Met some awesome people. Seriously, some people can contain rage inside a small, uneffacing body/personality. I heart...a few people I met at teh party. Plus I consumed expensive foods. Some were meat. It didn't make too much sense.

Good gin though! Bombay Sapphire is the shit. Met other people with taste, at least in alcohol. Some of the people I know, jesus, no taste. At all. Margaritas are...nice for the most part.

Doing that thing again. I wish it were the monster mash. It would be cooler. Night.

Must write this down

Melinda and Melinda.

Will Ferrell is Woody Allen. Everything. The acting, the mannerisms, the dialogue. Jesus.

Oh. My. God.

"and For gods sake, stop changing the RGB value of his skin!"

"64% violent Pacman."
"It's the square of ate."

Fat, ugly, stupid

"Debbie was an fat, unattractive baby."

Dymocks: we ruin your self-esteem.

He's hot. More importantly, he's lonely.

The Book of Answers is great!

Q: Is that guy who Rishi thinks is hot gay?
A: You don't really care.

Q: Should fatty lose some weight?
A: The results will be extraordinary.

Dymocks is a bundle of cruel, misanthropic fun.

"I see those as irrelevant."

Bahahahahah.

The book I bought as a present seems to be great! I am reading and enjoying. I am glad. Maybe others will be glad too.

I have to sleep. Stuff to do is reduced, and I am much more calm. Not looking forward to ECMT workshop though.

DotA!

Partial credit!

I have to admit, my gmail spam has been pretty shitty. Nothing to enlarge my manhood, no pornography offers, not even a lousy refinancing package. I do however, have to give them credit for trying to avoid the spam filters. All the spam I get is for dodgy shares. Fuckers have me down to a tee.

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I'll bitch about my asshole of a brother later. Enjoy!

Good tidings

I am inspired due to coffee.

I just made a really good cup of coffee. Nothing fucked up. The shot was good, the milk was fine, just nice. It could have been a little warmer, but it wasn't cold. Gooooood coffee.

I found my phone! Unreasonably good mood.

Finished book 2. Apparently getting monitor today. Have to go change timetabling if possible tomorrow. Fixing leg on thursday.

Also, I got a coffee machine. Woo sale! Thank god we have some decent coffee in my house. It keeps the sanity. Watched Tenenbaums. It was...cool? Low-key, quirky, yet laugh out loud funny. Neither Ben Stiller nor Owen Wilson raised my ire in it. Amazing. Owen Wilson apparently even has a writing credit in it. Jeebus.

"Can you paraphrase it?"
"No, I don't think so."
"Is it dark?"
"Of course it's dark, it's a suicide note."

Going to watch Soylent Green today! Yay hufu!

Itsa a bunch o' tubes.

Ask Senator Stevens.

Dump truck tube symposium.

Enormous amounts of material clogging Ted Stevens tube. Perhaps some fiber...optic cable might be the answer.

I am literally crying with laughter.

So yeah. School starts like next week...I'm in trouble. Gah, I was finally looking forward to rest up a bit and catch up on my reading, only to find out that I have more in front of me. Not that I didn't expect it or anything, but still, it seems unfairly imposed. I slept a lot. From about 12 to 10, then again from about 10.30 to 1, and couldn't get up. Like, physically, lacked the strength to pull myself up. I just stayed in bed till about 2, then actually got up. Ridiculous, as I went to sleep around 6.30 anyway, and kinda slept intermittently till about 10.30. Still tired. Fuck am I tired. I felt better when I was horribly sleep-deprived.

Just going to Piskorz's felt like a chore. Stressed out standup indeed. Good thing I went late and stayed behind to clean up. It helped. And is it me, or is Pizkorz hotter when you lack sleep? I mean...shit. Damn hot Piskorz and that hot nightrobe thing of his. Take me now Hugh Hefner. Or not. Ewwwwww.

Stressed out though. I gotta work on that. Man, if it was one thing that I learned from my research into abortion (and there were several), is that life is a wicked problem. I still feel I need to sort out my life better and everything, but everytime I start to work on something, it often reveals a larger, more complex thing, which leads on to other things, and so on and so forth. It's a bitch. Getting really apathetic about basic things, like finding my phone and doing the goddamn laundry. Jesus, i'm really losing my patience with that. Family, I can handle...barely. But freaking laundry? I'm going to pass on that.

Reading Farseer. Should that be re-reading? Not sure, as I read first two, and haven't read the third. Love it. Tempted to re-read Liveship, as I have a feeling that was better overall, but this series has something to it that's really addictive. I don't remember enough from Liveship to impose a full judgement on it either, so i'm tempted. Just a random scene about a little girl stirring honey into tea and then setting it down because it was too sweet and then being all satisfied for being all evily. Good scene. We'll see how it goes.

Or should that be 'scene' how it goes?!

I'm tired, it's somehow 5 in the morn, and Nesquik is teh best. It's Nesquik time!

That's the last stick!

I'm moving to Canada!

Or New Zealand, Australia's Canadia.

Having funtabular week. Can't get these things finished. Pronouns are for wimps.

Should update more, want to update more, but things like other people, and random internet outages make it very discouraging.

Hmmm, the word funtabular makes it look like i'm tabulating fun or vice versa or something. Not that it isn't. To tabulate.

Fun.

Went to a really kinda fun user study. SHEEP! I sheepherded those bastards. I got paid as well! I love wasting corporation money. I seem to making a habit of striking up very engaging conversations with people.

First Tristan, whom I thought I had very little in common with, now the guy doing his Masters thesis. I talked to him for about 2 and a half hours about random stuff, economics, game theory, evolution/ecology, psychological experiments, world domination, etc. You know, random stuff. He got me onto a bunch of websites that I'm actually rather interested about. Yatta. It was fun, cause he pointed out a few holes in my arguments and such, and I got money ^^

I'm having a fantastic week, and yet I pass up on an opportunity to go and see Bob. What am I thinking?

This whole randoms I just met and forging bonds with thing is kinda freaking me out...Because a) I'm not very nice and b) I have relatively unorthodox views. It's kinda like if striking up random conversation was on a normal curve, with the mean at 0 (well, technically, it couldn't be, but say it was something close to zero, and rounding makes it zero) and the SD at 1. One random conversation in a week is plausible, 68% and all...but 2? We're talking 95% here, possible but unusual.

Awesome! More people with baby-killing attitudes!

Stats has got to me.

You know, I was thinking about the whole Vaucluse (the number of people who still don't know where or what that is is astonishing...Doesn't anyone read about the property markets!?) thing, and the opulence. Jesus, could I live with myself with that...much? I used to, sorta, the marble floors, the granite benchtops, the hired help and all that...but still. Do people who live in that sort of wealth realise what they're doing? Are they happy what they're doing? Does Oliver realise how other people live? I don't know, I really shouldn't be making friends with people out of my socio-economic background. Admittedly, it does allow a standard of living above what is my capability.

Finished Lindy. I admire her sentiment, but gah. No real practical application, the whole kinda leftist betterness ideal. I like it, but again, measuring immeasurable things = illogical.

Although, I like that whole, 'It's an engineering detail' thing. It's quite funny.

1. Grandiose plan
2. "Engineering details"
3. ???
4. Profit!!!

That abuse that I heaped upon my body in the form of not eating, irregular and non-sleeping is really starting to show. I fell asleep at 9pm, woke up at 3 in the morn, fretted whether I should go back to sleep or not, and then went back to sleep half an hour later, and woke up at 9am. Then went back to sleep, got up at 12. Man my system is fucked up. Fix it? Never.

Something about lack something something house annoying something get out more I guess. Night.

Rape party!

"Kiri..."[Not actually sure how you spell his name, this is just a guess]
"What? It's a rape party!"

It's always a party with rape!

Ye gods, I haven't felt this good in a long long while; I blame governmental policies. Or hormones. But yeah. I'm not sure whether it's the sex or excessive opulence or the blatant smacking around of my parents, but Oliver's group (though that is a unfortunate miscategorisation that I regret; it's not his group, very egalitarian) is a great group of people that I really want to hang out with more. I haven't met any new people whose company I enjoy, people whom I actually I want to spend effort to hang out with. Uni, as such, hasn't produced enough really cool people whom I want spend lots more time with. It's been disappointing. I mean, the only really cool person so far has been Mia. All the other girls I seem to meet and find interesting are domestics. Freaks you out. There's that other guy whose name I can't remember and think may be strangely attracted to, but i'm not so sure about potential. Interestingly enough, he has a hot rich friend, who was into soccer and supported Argentina. But I never really bothered to follow up on them, cause...you know. Not quite interesting enough.

As an aside, I find the whole "getting to know people better" lame. Seems like a poor euphemism for sex. I find staring at them while they sleep to be a better way of getting to way people. Or atleast petty theft.

I've fallen in love with Oliver all over again; in addition to knowing everything about films, the guy plays some mean piano. I mean, in the morning/afternoon, he just kinda casually decides to play the piano; suddenly, he's pounding out this amazing dark piece which apparently he wrote himself. Talented he is. Also, he has the one of the best pianos I've ever heard; really nice, rich sound, incredibly well-tuned. Seriously, we're talking concert hall material here.

Oddly, I think my affection for him is being displaced onto a few friends of his: Tristan is a really nice kid whom I found annoying at first, and ended up talking with till about 4 in the morning, and I think i'm enamoured with him. Just not sure. Kiri [still no idea how to spell the name - ed.] is randomly hilarious (kaio-ken...), underrated and hella chemistrical. Simon I want bad. Stupidly good-looking, interested in politics, knows Jon Stewart. I knew I should I have jumped him then and there. It was rather crazy, cause I first met him at the Grates concert, along with Sam, and didn't really pay that much attention to him initally, because he was a little bit further away, and I was talking to Sam a lot, cause she seemed a lot more approachable. He's kinda quiet and low-key, and oh so very hot. I forgot his name after the concert, and even mentioned him to Oliver, but couldn't provide supporting details. I'm so glad that Oliver made friends with him, it rocks so hard.

In another few hours, going to see Pirates, and i'm reading that Lindy Edwards book. It's by a girl *gasp*. So far, i'm a little meh on it. It's not so much that it's poorly written or anything, just if what she is saying is true, it scares me greatly on the narrowmindedness of governmental policies. Economic rationalism != a better society.

Watching Naruto on Youtube (and another site), this:

"In an unprecendented episode of bad hearing and even worse jokes, Naruto has misheard hoshi(star) as boshi, and added ume to make umeboshi, a dried plum. God help us."

Coming on the back of:

"More like timecops spelling of akedemi, amirite?"

These are both translation jokes. Madness.

It's interesting, yo!

Ebay behaviour.

I'm reading it, and it corresponds to so many things I do. I'm a casual ebayer, it's really interesting! Game theory (Hi-larious) proves that both sniping and non-sniping behaviour is rational; some people look at ebay with a view of getting the item, some people look at it in terms of economic behaviour (minimising consumer surplus, budget constraints, irrational behaviour), where people pay the maximum price for a product they're willing to pay, some a combination...It's all very trippy.

Secondhand, from the World Cup

Apparently, Friedrich has his own cookbook.

"I can't comment on Friedrich's cookbook, you'll have to go find that out for yourself...Ballack, though, does have a recipe for forward play...That he's concocted"

Goddamn commentators...

This can only end well.

We are Gerling, from the planet...Gerling.

Are they Ninja though?

I dunno, maybe. Why ask me? Ask this guy.

"I have to stop zombie Tupac from releasing another album from beyond the grave."

I managed to stay up 36 hours! And then I slept. A lot. I'm so whiny! Make it stop.

I finished this game! Don't laugh, it is surprising difficult towards the end. Sleep deprivation gets so...confusing. You seriously can't tell whether you're hungry or not. Confusing as shit.

There is no sincerer love than the love of food. -- George Bernard Shaw

That's a horse.

*Margaret talking about Fast and the Furious*
"...And it also has a gorgeous Mustang."
"A Mustang's a horse."

David wins!

Why is Portugal's b-side thrashing Mexico? Ridiculous.

No goddamn milk. Grrr. I can't live off Coke people. Well, I could, if it were the fine white powdery kind, and I could mix it in my milk. And no fucking malt either. I'm looking at you, Milo.

Exams: Meh.

I used to be so much smarter! Man, what the fuck happened? I blame everyone else for this. Everyone else. I believe I am a font of unchanging perfection that you all fucked up. Everyone else. I have to go now, and drown my sorrows (re)playing Super Mario RPG. And maybe a little FF. Night.

I made the Leader Board.

On HSX.

I don't think you understand.

I MADE THE LEADER BOARD.

I MADE THE FREAKING LEADER BOARD.

I AM A GOD/GENIUS.

Granted, it was the weekly, but i'm freaking close to making the monthly, and then you get the women!

In addition, less relevance to me, but Australia won. I am flabbergasted. Granted, the first thing I do is look at the HSX stocks, and predictably, Australia shoots up, Japan sinks. But my god, I am speechless.

What the fuck happened?

It just...fell. Collapsed. Crumbled. Crapped out.

History, however trivial, was made.

MY GOD.

The parties will be rather phenomal I assume. I have to study. Night.

Love isn't...

having to be told twice, and why the hell is there mayonnaise on my sandwich woman?!

Much too many people encourage my behaviour. It is detrimental to all.

Amusing though.

I figured out a theory that basically states the more dysfunctional the family, the more extreme and bananas you're going to be. Case in point: white people. Families, much too stable. Resulting effect: the damn white kids from our school, more specifically, the white group that invites me to their parties, despite being barely, if tangentially related to them. Obviously, exceptions exist.

But not you.

It's nice that someone I know is discouraging me from pursuing my studies. Everyone else is all hardworking and go to lectures and mandatory shite. So annoy-ing.

Gah, i've met this kinda cool/nice guy, and I really would like to keep in touch with him further, as he kinda tries to keep in touch with me and actually talk to me and such, I feel really bad for being such a slacker to him. Goddamn it I suck.

I've been such a slutbag recently. I never actually thought that word could be used in a literal descriptive sense, but it's highly apt here. Highly. I let a guy borrow my only pen, only because he was kinda cute. He didn't even use it! (granted, neither would I, in that class. If I ever write anything down in that class, it's pencil anyway.) He was drawing with it. His drawings were pretty cool. He drew good birds. Then, I saw the random guy who I think I was about a phone call away from eye-raping last week like three times today. In class, outside library AND walking to station. He even noticed. That was goddamn crazy.

So tired. Feel asleep twice in Philo lecture. Topic: moderately dull. Lecturer: intelligent, but dull. Combine to make: insomnia cure! Yatta! Gah. Feh.

Economics, while a pack of lies, was kinda fun today. I actually prefer the economics of the firm over the economics of the market. It's actually easier to calculate. Cept for price discriminating firms. That thing is fucked. But you can't anyway, thanks to the Trade Practices Act 1974, with amendments. Which I saw today! I was sooooo impressed. I don't even know whether the guy went to sydney uni, but he had Miller's Annotated Trade Practices Act with him!! I was all, ZOMG.

I kid you not. Was actually impressed and excited.

I kinda sorta forgot how much time lectures and stuff actually takes up. It's a significant chunk of time! Considering the number of extra-curricular activities I do at Uni (okay, it's like 4) I completely forgot how much time this all takes. Insane.

My degree is fine! Yayyyy. I talked to the peoples, and surprisingly, got it done quite easily. Can't quite believe that day though. I somehow lost 4 hours just talking to randoms and such. Madness. I'm in! However, I would have rather preferred to have the guy teaching me stats now to continue. He seems much better than what i've heard about ECMT. Unfortunately, the student body doesn't think so.

Cause they NOTATION THEY CREATE A VACUUM. NOTATION THEY CREATE A VACUUM MUCHLY.

Courtesy of Bash.

Come to Ozhadou! You know who you are.

Longish post, I haven't really done a longish post in a while. Take it as you will. Night.

Are polymaths sexy?

I find them that way.

And Fox lies.

The giga-corp, not the person. Though I don't know...

I've been meaning to use the prefix giga for a while now, especially somewhere outlandish like that. Though it's not really.

You know, outlandish.

Though I am very happy now. No more crazy loose ends. Those tear at me already, and spoil the fabric.

THE FABRIC OF MY SOUL

Wedding Crashers was on. It seems alright. The cold slows me down. It seriously is cold though. It's more than a little uncomfortable, and rather odd.

MIIIIIIIII

Must want get Oliver into pants. God fucking damn, I can't believe i've developed a new crush. But he is AWESOME.

Too much caps. Caps. Too much. Too much.

But jesus, cannot underestimate the coolness of this kid. He's got this cute, adorable nerdy-geeky thing about him, and he is an ridiculous obsessive about movies. I've been all lazy and lacking attention span for the moviedom recently; he's got me all pumped up about wanting to watch movies again. I mean, I don't even know now that I really want to watch movies because I enjoy them; I might be doing it just to impress Oliver. But's it's weird and cyclic and self-reinforcing.

The point remains: Must-get-Oliver-into-pants.

In retrospect, really good day. It started pooorly, I went drinking when I really didn't want to, I was tired, and had a 9 o'clock start. In lecture, I learnt I was a slutty mcslut slut. I was checking this random guy who was sitting next to me; I think I kinda weirded him out...or aroused. No, just freaked out. Damn.

I went ten minutes though without eye-raping someone! I was really good.

It was funny, cause every little thing made me feel all sad and whiny. Like I was opening this door, and you had to push, not pull, and I tried pulling, and it didn't work, and I felt all sad. Then I opened the door.

I also saw liquid nitrogen craziness. It was quite cool; the guy was both handling liquid nitrogen AND doing a crossword. He knew a lot; it was impressive.

Call me Trent.

"Hey Trent!"
"Hey. Wassup?"

But it made better though. $3 dollar pizza was nice, mahjong!, and the rest of the night was fantastic. Hella fantastic. Evil dead 2 was so...positive adjective; double take was brilliant! I still sorta regret not going drinking with that Des. So much fun.

Talking with Oliver has made all pumped and happy and hormonal. Man my stats lecturer freaked me out like that. I felt so bad.

"Hey Trent!"
"Hey man."

(Actual name was Jackson)

Bah. Hormones are bad. It's what women and other sub-classes get. Hormonal energy isn't real energy. Goddamn it. Wiki-riffic! Films good. Watch. All. Now.

...P.S. Oliver is mine.

Then you're a bitch. And you'll get the bitch ending you deserve.

I really shouldn't chortle so much at that. It involves a sadistic insect and crazy-ass tasks. I have a feeling the tree of Irony is lurking nearby. Or atleast the shrub of Poetic Justice.

What's that? Have I finished my essay you ask? How is it going you ask? Will I have any delicious icecream you ask?!

Sort of.

My essay is going well...ish. It would probably help if I didn't start rereading OOTS. But i'm nearly half-way through, it would be stupid to turn back now. I guess the cruel laws of probability leave me with no choice but to continue reading the rest. Woe is me.

Wait, that made no sense.

Grates was awesome! Damn awesome. Surprisingly excellent support, MIA?! Also ended up talking Shakespeare and movies with randoms. Twas fun.

I have...another 8 hours or so before I have to hand this in. Sweet! Sleep is not that important, to quote the Cultural Studies. Or as it would say:

President Reagan says the Marines do not have to go to El Salvador.
President Reagan says the Marines do not have to go to El Salvador.
President Reagan says the Marines do not have to go to El Salvador.
President Reagan says the Marines do not have to go to El Salvador.
And so on and so forth...Or any combination of them! Go bananas!

My fridge started making high-pitched beeping sounds. I turned it off. That'll show him.

NOO! The MILK!

"There's butter on my face!"