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Name: Country: Australia Gender: Male
Interests: Shadow games, gettin' my ball on. Expertise: Sarcasm, annoyance, anti-socialism, being a rondam (that's random, but the vowels have been switched, how random, no wait, how rondam), shadow games...love the shadow games Occupation: Student Industry: Other
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Member Since:
5/8/2004
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| Get your procrastination on...
Random questions/thoughts:
-2pac is not dead. He has had more hits since his 'death', then he had when he was alive. He is hiding in a secret bunker in LBC.
-I just realised that Charmed has come back on. Does anyone still watch this show?
-I wish it was winter again, this weather is not bomb.
-What bubbletea flavour/combination do you get? I'm a big fan of honeydew slushees, although I concede that there is probably at most 0.05% actual honeydew.
-I feel like playing footy again, I want to drop the shoulder, Gunnawan where are you?
-The West Tigers will get carved up
-Sunday, if I end up being able to go, should be a fun occassion
-People are fucking lazier than me. This journal link is in my msn name, but people want it in hyperlink form so they only have to click it vis-a-vis copy and pasting into the address bar. What the shit. Have a dig people, fire up.
-More people need to live by the adage of 2 Up- 'It's alright'
It don't matter if you're working 9 to 5 It don't matter if you're designated to drive It don't matter if your stressed and up tight Just forget it for the night and say It's Alright
-Aussie Hip-Hop, gold, in musical form.
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| It's 14:30 (cool usage of military time aye?), I'm procrastinating on msn/aim whilst trying (but nevertheless failing to do my new GOVT1202 assignment: Rational Choice Theory with regard to Hitler's Invasion of Poland.
Who's a fan of reminiscing? Pauline was reminiscing about high school a while ago, and it got me thinking. I don't tend to reminisce anymore, at all. Everything seems to be an eb and flow, what's done is done, part and parcel, it's all goneskies. It's probably a rather pessimistic way to look at things (look at my current mood thing, how apt, how swanky) but it's just how I am. Funny, I use to always reminisce about 'back in my day', or various family holidays I've partaken it, now it just seems like history. And history is not something to be dwelled on, cause you can only change the future? Right? Or not. Who knows. What is the line between reminiscing and dwelling? There is a certain stigma that goes with reminiscing, it's all lovey dovey, 'ohh remember the times when'..., but dwelling seems to be all about doom and gloom. 'Don't dwell on it'...
Oh well, this is the product of catching up on the causes of WW2 and the thought processes of Hitler who (if you got past the whole 'hates all but us' persona), you would find was actually a very smart person, both in terms of political science and economics. Oh well, great minds can be thwarted by belief. That's not a quote that I'm aware of, maybe I'll coin it.
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| Mixed emotions:
I'm lovin' the fact that the Swannies got up. Leapin' Leo, what a hero.
On the other hand...
Those fucking Dragons have once again let down their fans. It is deadset getting annoying somethin' fierce...I'm happy for the Tigers, cause as any Aussie, you love to back the underdog and you love the fairy tale stories ala the Penny Panthers of 2003, or the Cowboys of 2004, but fuck me dead, could the dragons've looked anymore lackadaisical? Fuck me, fire up.
Can't wait to hear the blow ups from MC, that should be fun.
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| Game Day:
I literally woke up today, and had to run to the bathroom to relieve myself, due to the simple fact that I nearly pissed myself with anticipation. Can anyone say excitement? If all goes well, by the end of the day I should have:
a) Gratuitous amounts of tears down my face b) No vocal chords c) A face that screams 'total satisfaction', and not in an 80's porno kinda way.
Yesterdi went out to have lunch with Dianasaurus and Max and his friends. I marvel at the way I can just lie and not really care about it at all. And even when I don't try and lie, and make a true and totally legitimate statement, people still have to ask: 'Is he being serrrrriooouss?' Apparently now, I'm a 'bit of a homosexual' who may or may not like reading Harry Potter, but definitely likes to swim underwater in jeans, because mine are waterproof. Wow, other people's friends are fun.
CARN you Swannies and Dragons, should be a great day.
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| It is 2:26am:
You should be asleep. I should be asleep. But I am not. Why you ask? Because of my glorious ECOP1003 essay that is due in approximately 9 hours. Why did I leave it till the last minute you ask? Cause I've got style. No, not really, I just plan really really shitty. I didn't plan on writing this blog, it was just a spur of the moment thing. But I have already made a promise that I will not post this blog until I have finished the essay. So life is boring. D&M here, D&M there, I love them. I love a good D&M, you get to see a side of people you're not use to. Especially in my case, I'm only use to seeing a superficial side to people, because that's how I usually am. A smart-arse (arse with an rse, not ss) comment, something funny, to lighten the mood, it's never serious with me, perse, but then again, I am serious about making people feel better, and if laughing does it, then go on my son. Did that make sense? If not, I blame the time.
It is 4:29am:
Wow, that took longer then I had hoped. Hooray for lack of sleep for today's uni. I only have two classes, so I should survive, hopefully. Hoorayx2 for the mid-semester break, I've been hanging out for this for a fair while. I'd deadset die without it, struggling NONE. Hopefully catch up with some of the NC boys like T-Shirt Tom Brien, and get our ball on, cause I'm guessing that's the only way we'd get the T-Shirt to meet up with us. Although I haven't really asked him if he would be like to be the token white-boy amongst a group of stereotypical Asians as we partake in various activities. Maybe I'll give it a crack, who knows.
What a useless blog, procrastination +, I love it.
I love you. And by you, I mean me.
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