I could cry.
I feel a little violated.
Also a little stupid.
I won't make the same mistake again, that is for sure.
I just cannot understand why these things keep happening to me.
I now don't have an iPod, a second phone or a functioning car.
Can anyone say FML?
I might post it on FML actually.
On another note.
TODAY
Is Vickie's birthday, as I previously stated.
I love her very much and I hope her day has been less theft-filled than mine.
I shall see her shortly,
And hopefully we will all have fun :] Stace too.
Lastly.
I love my mother.
I mean, clearly I always did.
But she is letting me use her car.
Thanks
Mum.
<3
x
Friday, August 14, 2009
"Crazy?!"
I do love to laugh,
I think people need to do it more often.
It makes you feel so good
Especially when you're with people who you've done so many hilarious things with,
You can just sit there and laugh at one thing after the other
Until somebody else comes along and thinks you are all insane
Which may be true, actually
I can see this post is turning into random babble
At which I am SO GOOD
But I should sleep.
Because tomorrow
might
be
good
for
something!
x
(P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO VICKIE, WHO IS CLEARLY AWESOME.
I will dedicate a better post to you at a later point in the day when I am coherent!)
I think people need to do it more often.
It makes you feel so good
Especially when you're with people who you've done so many hilarious things with,
You can just sit there and laugh at one thing after the other
Until somebody else comes along and thinks you are all insane
Which may be true, actually
I can see this post is turning into random babble
At which I am SO GOOD
But I should sleep.
Because tomorrow
might
be
good
for
something!
x
(P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO VICKIE, WHO IS CLEARLY AWESOME.
I will dedicate a better post to you at a later point in the day when I am coherent!)
Monday, August 10, 2009
What Time's Been Stealing
I've had a couple of weird dreams lately
I mean sure, everyone does.
But these actually worried me.
Particularly the world-ending one.
I don't know if it was the whole world, or just a group...Battle Royale style.
All I knew was that I was going to die, along with a group of people...
One of which kept making out with me despite their prior engagements.
At some point in the dream I also had to fly over a train track.. with reasonable success
But it was awful.
The whole time I had this horrible sick feeling, I knew something bad was coming and there was nothing I could do about it.
Yet I didn't wake up, I just waited.
It wasn't frenzied or panicked, but there was frustration and anxiety.
The second dream was different.
I was at a relatives house.
But I stayed for a whole year..
Suddenly it was my 20th birthday.
I was really not happy about that.
I don't know.
It was just unsettling.
I don't want to be 20.
Hell, I didn't want to be 18.
But then again, that isn't so bad.
19, though...
Not that it will be different.
But it scares me.
One way
or
another.
x
I mean sure, everyone does.
But these actually worried me.
Particularly the world-ending one.
I don't know if it was the whole world, or just a group...Battle Royale style.
All I knew was that I was going to die, along with a group of people...
One of which kept making out with me despite their prior engagements.
At some point in the dream I also had to fly over a train track.. with reasonable success
But it was awful.
The whole time I had this horrible sick feeling, I knew something bad was coming and there was nothing I could do about it.
Yet I didn't wake up, I just waited.
It wasn't frenzied or panicked, but there was frustration and anxiety.
The second dream was different.
I was at a relatives house.
But I stayed for a whole year..
Suddenly it was my 20th birthday.
I was really not happy about that.
I don't know.
It was just unsettling.
I don't want to be 20.
Hell, I didn't want to be 18.
But then again, that isn't so bad.
19, though...
Not that it will be different.
But it scares me.
One way
or
another.
x
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
The Dollar Is Down
So, tell me
What the fuck is wrong with the youth of today?
I get the impression that I can't leave my car outside my own house without it being attacked
Some months back it was broken into and my GPS was stolen
This morning I came out to find a swastika in green paint on the front of the car
Why?
Who the fuck knows!
And what can I do about it?
Not much, as it turns out.
I'm tempted to spend a night in the car and just wait til someone comes down the street and run them over.
It just astounds me that people are so fucking stupid.
In all honesty
I
hope
they
die.
x
What the fuck is wrong with the youth of today?
I get the impression that I can't leave my car outside my own house without it being attacked
Some months back it was broken into and my GPS was stolen
This morning I came out to find a swastika in green paint on the front of the car
Why?
Who the fuck knows!
And what can I do about it?
Not much, as it turns out.
I'm tempted to spend a night in the car and just wait til someone comes down the street and run them over.
It just astounds me that people are so fucking stupid.
In all honesty
I
hope
they
die.
x
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Knock 'Em Out
NO.
I AM NOT FUCKING OKAY WITH THIS.
NO NO NO.
IT IS NOT RIGHT.
IT IS FAR WRONG.
IT IS NOT OKAY.
HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY THINK THIS IS OKAY?
THIS IS NOT WHAT I WANT.
I DO NOT WANT TO DO IT ANY FUCKING MORE.
CROSS MY HEART.
HOPE
TO
FUCKING
DIE.
x
I AM NOT FUCKING OKAY WITH THIS.
NO NO NO.
IT IS NOT RIGHT.
IT IS FAR WRONG.
IT IS NOT OKAY.
HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY THINK THIS IS OKAY?
THIS IS NOT WHAT I WANT.
I DO NOT WANT TO DO IT ANY FUCKING MORE.
CROSS MY HEART.
HOPE
TO
FUCKING
DIE.
x
Monday, July 13, 2009
42 Wallaby Way
Stace and I are such tourists
But it is so much fun!
We are both seeing new thing, and even though we are not small children we both feel the need to act like them, which is entertaining for both us and our lovely host/tour guide.
Despite how amusing and exciting it is to be here I do miss being at home, for a number of reasons.
Mostly because of certain individuals, but also just actually being home, which I seem to be not doing lately.
And not just because of the roadtrip, I mean clearly I can't roadtrip AND be at home.
But before then too.
I'm not trying to neglect my family.
They seem to think I am.
It's just the way it's happened.
Today (at some stage...I don't know when because we are still waking up)
We are headed back to Wollongong.
Hopefully the car will continue to behave itself,
It's been doing pretty well except for the split heater hose.
I'll have to take it to the mechanics tomorrow, since today we probably won't get there til the evening.
About the whole silver plate thing.
I'm trying not to let it get to me, and it hasn't been on my mind that much.
But it surprised me.
And I don't know what I'll think if it happens again.
Fuck..
Stupid boy.
How dare he make me question what I've done.
It's been hard enough to accept it the first time.
Second thoughts are not what I had in mind.
Perhaps instead I can put him out of my head for awhile.
MZ
ANN
THROPIK.
But it is so much fun!
We are both seeing new thing, and even though we are not small children we both feel the need to act like them, which is entertaining for both us and our lovely host/tour guide.
Despite how amusing and exciting it is to be here I do miss being at home, for a number of reasons.
Mostly because of certain individuals, but also just actually being home, which I seem to be not doing lately.
And not just because of the roadtrip, I mean clearly I can't roadtrip AND be at home.
But before then too.
I'm not trying to neglect my family.
They seem to think I am.
It's just the way it's happened.
Today (at some stage...I don't know when because we are still waking up)
We are headed back to Wollongong.
Hopefully the car will continue to behave itself,
It's been doing pretty well except for the split heater hose.
I'll have to take it to the mechanics tomorrow, since today we probably won't get there til the evening.
About the whole silver plate thing.
I'm trying not to let it get to me, and it hasn't been on my mind that much.
But it surprised me.
And I don't know what I'll think if it happens again.
Fuck..
Stupid boy.
How dare he make me question what I've done.
It's been hard enough to accept it the first time.
Second thoughts are not what I had in mind.
Perhaps instead I can put him out of my head for awhile.
MZ
ANN
THROPIK.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Checkered Flag
I'm surprised that I won,
But I did.
I'm not writing this to brag, just that it was THE most fun thing I have EVER done and I felt it very necessary to write about it.
Picture this.
It's about 12.30am,
We are leaving Amy's.
Flick goes "I'll race you home.."
I'm like "Come off it, you've got a litre and 15 years on me."
"Come on! First to your place wins."
I smile.
We run.
Awaiting us; a few thousand kilos and twelve cylinders, totaling seven litres.
One: Nissan R31 Skyline; 3.0L straight-6. 117kw. 211,000 k's on the clock.
Two: Ford BA MkII Falcon; 4.0L straight-6. 182kw. 78,000 k's on the clock.
So I'm clearly not feeling confident at this point.
Somehow I got enough of a head start though.
I was well ahead after pulling out of Amy's street and taking the first roundabout on Mountain Highway.
At this stage I was still doing the speed limit, and it wasn't long before the Falcon was not far behind me.
I got to the first set of traffic lights first, and as Flick pulled up beside me I was convinced I would lose from this point on.
The lights went green and I floored it, taking off first and holding a lead for a short while until the Falcon flew effortlessly past me.
At this point Flick was doing somewhere around 130km/h and decided to slow down, so I caught up and we were neck and neck until the next set of lights where I stopped to turn right and she seemingly forgot and drifted straight through them.
I laughed. I had no idea which way she'd have to take.
I continued a little less enthusiastically up Bayswater Road and Canterbury, then cut through the back streets, up past Eastwood and onto Dublin Road before going down Patterson and down my street.
As I turned into my street I was half expecting the blue BA to be sitting outside my house celebrating it's victory.
But no, a completely empty street lay before me, I laughed once again and got the biggest grin ever on my face.
I got out of the car and smelled the burning, from the tyres and possibly something else.
Apologising to the car I went to grab my bag out, and it was then that Flick came round the corner, so in her defense she did pretty well given I went the right way and she did not.
My back tyres were quite warm, and the Falcon was smelling a little burnt as well so we both agreed to leave it a good while before we have a rematch.
Hopefully, next time I'll be able to take the soon-to-be-Mum's VX wagon, then we'll be a little more evenly matched...at least the cars will be from the same decade.
Best race ever.
I couldn't wipe the grin off my face all the way inside and down to my room.
Best
fucking
race.
EVER.
x
But I did.
I'm not writing this to brag, just that it was THE most fun thing I have EVER done and I felt it very necessary to write about it.
Picture this.
It's about 12.30am,
We are leaving Amy's.
Flick goes "I'll race you home.."
I'm like "Come off it, you've got a litre and 15 years on me."
"Come on! First to your place wins."
I smile.
We run.
Awaiting us; a few thousand kilos and twelve cylinders, totaling seven litres.
One: Nissan R31 Skyline; 3.0L straight-6. 117kw. 211,000 k's on the clock.
Two: Ford BA MkII Falcon; 4.0L straight-6. 182kw. 78,000 k's on the clock.
So I'm clearly not feeling confident at this point.
Somehow I got enough of a head start though.
I was well ahead after pulling out of Amy's street and taking the first roundabout on Mountain Highway.
At this stage I was still doing the speed limit, and it wasn't long before the Falcon was not far behind me.
I got to the first set of traffic lights first, and as Flick pulled up beside me I was convinced I would lose from this point on.
The lights went green and I floored it, taking off first and holding a lead for a short while until the Falcon flew effortlessly past me.
At this point Flick was doing somewhere around 130km/h and decided to slow down, so I caught up and we were neck and neck until the next set of lights where I stopped to turn right and she seemingly forgot and drifted straight through them.
I laughed. I had no idea which way she'd have to take.
I continued a little less enthusiastically up Bayswater Road and Canterbury, then cut through the back streets, up past Eastwood and onto Dublin Road before going down Patterson and down my street.
As I turned into my street I was half expecting the blue BA to be sitting outside my house celebrating it's victory.
But no, a completely empty street lay before me, I laughed once again and got the biggest grin ever on my face.
I got out of the car and smelled the burning, from the tyres and possibly something else.
Apologising to the car I went to grab my bag out, and it was then that Flick came round the corner, so in her defense she did pretty well given I went the right way and she did not.
My back tyres were quite warm, and the Falcon was smelling a little burnt as well so we both agreed to leave it a good while before we have a rematch.
Hopefully, next time I'll be able to take the soon-to-be-Mum's VX wagon, then we'll be a little more evenly matched...at least the cars will be from the same decade.
Best race ever.
I couldn't wipe the grin off my face all the way inside and down to my room.
Best
fucking
race.
EVER.
x
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