Music trails.

Nothing new really.

Awesome Aussie hip-hop artist
http://www.myspace.com/sethsentry

"Time has been invented by people unable to love."

Well it's been a tiring two days.
Between puking up blood and sleeping (which I guess I needed) I've done nothing.
Except check out the interwebz.

Synopsis.

So, I've realised that I do a lot of strange things.
Here they are in point form, along with some few fun facts.

-Once, while I was at coles I purchased eggs, free range, grain fed eggs (It's weird I have ethics when it comes to animal creulty, but not much else). The eggs I bought had smiley faces printed on them. I opened them and was like 'yay!' cause I didn't expect it and it made me considerably happier.
-I talk to myself. Not just in a "did I remember to turn the oven off" way, but in a 'I will argue with myself out loud' kind of way.
-This year I celebrated Valentine's Day by writing collaborative love letters to a 16 year old boy who looks like 40 year old man version of Lucius Malfoy/Legolas. This mainly included telling him that his hair shines like milk with a skin on it because it's been left in the sun.
-I have an obsessive compulsive thing about the volume of the tv/radio/whatever being in multiples of 5. Anything else and I will stress and squirm uncomfortably and in no way will enjoy what i'm listening to/watching until it's fixed.
-Seagulls terrify me. No other birds, just seagulls.
-I swear worse than a sailor. I constantly get reprimanded about it by family, friends, lecturers, and random members of the general public,
-Don't take me out in public, I will embarrass you by making loud and insulting, or loud and inappropriate comments about passers by.
-My sense of humour is sick. I find all the wrong things funny.
-Motivation to do something never strikes me, and if it does, I won't finish what I do.
-Once I said "I'm bored" mid-coitus. Don't do that. Evidently it ruins the moment.
-I am immature, I will laugh at sentences such as "Don't pussy-foot around" or, "it's in your arsenal"
-Once I made a shirt that said "I love sluts", it's my biggest acheivement.
-Not long ago I got yelled at for sticking a sandwich to the wall.
-Covering people in glitter is soothing. So unbelievably soothing.
-I like to untie girls shirts if they wear ones that tie at the back, then blame it on other people.
-I bruise like a peach. So, so, sooooo incredibly easily.
-I'm terrible at giving presents, but I love to do it. Usually I will throw them at your head, and, if I don't do that, I'll hand them over with some sort of insult.


More will probably appear.

hmmm.

I'm procrastinating. It seems to be the only reason I blog.

Today was a reletively wasted day. Though i've come to realise that I'm a serial motor-flirt. I purposefully, yet subconsciously slow down and speed up to have some sort of connection with random people in random cars.

It's not one sided, they'll wave, or wink, then say goodbye when one of us pulls away. It's kind of interesting in a fucked up way.


I have no idea. I'm a creep. End of story.

There may come a time when a lass needs a lawyer...

But diamonds are a girls best friend.
Sweet, bitter irony. How those words define thee. Haha.

Saw the Removalists today. David Williamson (the playwright) himself was all chilling in the theatre too. Sneaky tall bastard.

I've spent too much time commuting. It's endlessly draining.

Brendon's was good tonight. Still pretty cute and shit. There will always be more cute, but with that in mind, also there are less cute. So I'm content :]

Now it's off to dreamland. Sleeptight.

sick of it.

Got my phone back = happy face.

Fucker found out there were too many codes on it and couldn't use it. Suck shit bastard.

Anyway. I'm so over people who whinge and bitch and moan about EVERYTHING. Then can't take a hint that you don't give a shit.

Sure I'll have a rough patch every now and again, but i never claim to be "depressed" or any of this other mental mumbo jumbo.

That's right.
Mumbo jumbo.

I'm not grown up, but at least I can act like I am if the situation arises.

Fuck.

blah.

I hate parties.

Distusted with the world.

I HATE the fact that society is so fucking degraded that people can just walk into a room and steal someones life.Sadly enough, my life was in phone-form.But I don't care. I loved that machine more than I could love a human child.

Anyway, last night was just shit in general.

Phone got stolen, lost my friend for a while, engaged in some incredibly public fights, busted my hand (no spraying for me for a while)

And to top it all off, someone who PROMISED to give me their goon box so I could wear it as a helmet DIDN'T...

That's right....he THREW IT AWAY.
Bastard. Cunt. Shit. Fuck.
Terrible night.

What intimidation is made of.

Lame.

I'm so tired. Everyone's telling me I sound weird.




Our world is built on flimsy foundations, hapless hopes and nmemonic messages. We're so inebriated by power. Powerless; powerful. What happen when tables turn? Uproar upheld.

The education for our generation promotes FIGJAM intimidation.

Communist, consumerist, consumptionist, contraption, contreception, commodity, it's all just a con to me.

Fascists and fast cars promoting fake food and feeble dreams.

long day.

Woke up at 4.30am.
Why that hour even exists, I'm not sure.

Went to Sydney to hear a talk from some guy, then went and saw Artexpress and the Archibald prize.

It was all pretty intimidating.

I need resources to start producing work of amicable standards. A laminator, a photocopier, a better stencil knife, new adhesive spray and more paint.

I'm not needy or anything.

I've realised I'm really good at not getting along with males. And females. And just people in general.

NB. Don't say "I'm bored" in the middle of sex. It's mean.

Sleep deprivation is a tune everyone can dance to.

Well the last three nights have sucked. After being sucessively blown off by Brendon so he can spend time with his mates I found out last night that Dave got himself put in hospital.

So there was a sleepless night. Right now I'm laying on my bed. Not wanting to go to work, at all. I start in 2 hours. Which means i need to leave in 1 hour, which means i should probably be getting ready to go.

But i can't be bothered.
Lack of motivation strikes again.

I need about 8 cans of red bull before I even start putting my face on.

I watched "showgirls" last night. It was alright. Plot line rollercoasted a little bit and the protagonist wasn't overly like-able, but hey, she was hot and that's about it.

I'm very ready to go to sleep right now and my throat hurts from yelling.

AND THEN THE CAGE COMES DOWN.

scooters, vacation, fall

So I'm "blogging" on an average of every two days or so. That's pretty much a record in consistancy for me.

Even though no-one really reads my blog, nor do i have an opinion on anything profound/relevant, this is an achievement for me.

And achievement that will soon falter and be forgotton. I know how my mind works.

I spent today procrastinating. I did this by watching "What Women Want", which I now see as an excuse purely for Mel Gibson to wear stockings/hoisery. I then proceeded to take a trip to the post-office to collect my passport application form and post various things. I went on a mission to coles, then came home again to bake cupcakes.

While I was at coles I purchased eggs, free range, grain fed eggs (It's weird I have ethics when it comes to animal creulty, but not much else). The eggs I bought had smiley faces printed on them. I opened them and was like 'yay!' cause I didn't expect it and it made me considerably happier.

I'd go as far as to say it's the highlight of my day.

I'm sure a bunch of funny stuff happened in the last two days but as soon as I get home I turn into a different person and retreat into my own head. It works better this way. Even though I forget things =)

Anyway, it's 7.55pm and I'm ready for bed. So incredibly ready.

Goodnight.

Lame.

So today I made a shirt that says "I love sluts", pretty much sums up my life.
My back hurts from excessive computer-ing.
Massages welcome.


Some people are fucking morons. They jerk you around, then pretend they didn't.
I'm eating dinner then going to bed.

Deal?

How much cash can I fit in this grave?

Friday I got yelled at for sticking a sandwich to the wall.

"I don't want to work in a place where there's food stuck on the walls..."

I'm a smartarse.

It was a riot.

Friday night went to Brendon's sisters then back to his house.

Sex got interrupted by his dad deciding to come and visit Brendon's house.

Bad decision old man.

He already knows far too much for my liking.

I spent today babysitting my brother instead of going to the Sydney Tattoo Expo and Mardi Gras.

Fucking devo.

Got some more spraypainting done though, on the plus side.

I also got this made for me:

It made my day.

This is stupid.

I shouldn't have made this a world domination blog.
Ideas for world domination will still be explored, but i'm forgetting the soul purpose of this blog.
Anyway, today I covered a boy in purple glitter then wrote him messages on playing cards.

I thought it was appropriate.
I indulged in some art stuff and managed to cover myself, an easel and some wood in spray paint.

Apart from a nicely drippy piece of wood, this was the end result:

Not overly interesting, but hey, what is.

He's got birds coming out of his mouth cause he's bald.

So now I'm all sitting here and eating easy mac and procratinating the inevitable, as you do.

Evidently my man is the "most attractive of all the boilermakers" and got wolf whistled at by five girls. Now, do I take it as a compliment? Or do I assume they're sluts?

I vote I do both.

Then paint some more.