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Name: Random Roz
Birthday: 2/10/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: saving the world from all that is wack...I turn your brains to mush, you nipples into lips and your dreams to screams
Expertise: that bad ass kid who is banned from the library
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Other
Message: message me
AIM:  blinkie2041
Member Since:
12/8/2003
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| Rockit to the moooOOOnI'm feeling really blah blah
I want to blah blah blah
I'm taking to much blah blah...blah blah blah blah blah
the world is very sexy
its part of my demise
this locks me in my head
i try to be a charmer
and end up the fool instead
I finished the psychology exam and me thinks a pass is the most I can hope for. In other news I need to be more assertive and less malleable to my extreme chaotic emotions and also less malleable towards the emotions of others...damn you empathy, my vice, my virtue. Watched BBC nature programmes with the neighbor downstairs, had a elderly lady lecture me on he dangers of leaving balloons in the garden (btw i left the balloons behind the bins for months to PURPOSELY kill birds lady), got in an argument over gender and the natural instincts of humans with flatmate...ended up throwing a magazine at his face when he said there was no such thing as love...hypocritical much? Someone with a happy long term relationship can't say that, I call bullshit. Otherwise I made an awesome dinner, hung with friends and bitched about statistics and such. But I guess I'm pretty angry for some reason...idk
But for real, I'm well looking forward to coming home to Chi...we have so many stories to tell and legends to make ;D
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| Cadbury and CigarettesExams suck and so does revision...wtf I think to myself....why have I not studied at all this semester? WTF have I been doing with my life? At this point I don't have much to show for it, I want my degree, I want to pass so badly but I've been doing fuck all and now its here to bite me in the ass. My media exam is tomorrow and I'm not too worried, I just hope theres no blanking, bullshitting was always a forte of mine
Something else interesting to consider:
People I dislike tend to get cancer and die for some reason
I feel kinda guilty for my slightly smug satisfaction
...karma bitches...lol
Ironically its very much possible that I to will someday die of cancer.
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| who loves the sun?Who cares that it is shinning,
who cares what it does since you broke my heart?
Bahhh no one has broken my heart, well maybe one person, but it was more like breaking my ego...but enough. One friend just broke up with her bf of a year and my other friend's on-off bf of like 5 years told her it was over just yesterday...dayum...I would say I'm next but HOHAHA I have nobody to dump me so boo-yah-ka-shaa!
Another sunny day though. We ended up having a spur of the moment bbq and ate loads and it was pure fantastic. Yet another day of lazin about in the sun and talking shite, what more could you ask for? No matter what they say, sometimes its just fucking great to be alive.
On a not so cool note...flat mates really need to get their act together and buy some vital household items...because I'm tired of being the only one who like buys soap for the bathroom etc. I just feel like a dick when I'm all....ahem...I THINK (aka am dead sure) its your turn to buy the paper towels...or the toilet role or the washing liquid...gosh my life is full of drama!
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| yea olde xangaDaaang ya'll
I could never understand
well hello xanga, whats going down? Haven't used this in years, pure fuckin ages I say. Whats up in the exciting life of Roz...? You know people make actually money (like living wages) off writing blogs...wtf...I don't care what randoms have to say about random things I don't care about (these are the blogs making money). I should make money off this malarky...hmph
Anyways like I was saying...living in the UK was never more surreal...well maybe not. Its the same and different. I watch the news all day and revise for statistics. What a 3x2x4 ANOVA? What is pearson's r and the probability given that the null hypothesis is true? Its just hard to remember. And watching the world fall apart makes me forget my empathy, it turns to apathy.
Lacking the lust for life is the worst feeling possible. But the sun was out today. We sat on picnic benches outside Haldane's, ate haribo, drank irn bru and chain smoked while taking about fuckin statistics and how annoying boys can be. Mostly the later part because thus far its been pretty shit lol talking about fake o's and snowballing and all that jazz. But man, it stays pure sun shinny till really late here, the sun won't set till 9ish, round summer it'll be light till midnight.
As you can tell living in Scotland turns you into a weather freak, I'm well into talking about what kind of day it is. You talk to EVERYONE about the weather and its totally cool. Talk about preparing for weather, how the weather was this time last year, how it was such a nice day (4 days ago...i still remember), weather today, weather predictions of tomorrow. Yeah good times xD...
now I must leave, my crazy latin flat mates are at it again! We must drink white wine and discuses Marx and fucking with poppers xD
<3
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| 1. you are a decent person
2. and you have a function
These are two things to remember while applying to impossible hard to get into colleges, and suffering through impossibly dull and torpid high school.
ok, here comes a 180 degree turn.
Lately I've been having dreams involving dead family members. Last night I was with my grandpa, and it was the only time he was smiling and laughing. He died, I did not cry. He was cold and distant, reclusive. But he was brilliant too, I don't understand why he shut himself away from the world.
I remember my grandma, who grew up poor and Irish, had a father that left her mother, she does not remember him. Stories were told of being evicted, hungry, cold, and not having good shoes. But she was one of the few people I know that had a happy marriage. It's ok, she wanted to die
I remember my uncle, who also played bass. When he died, I stopped playing. I dont know why. He told me I was good at it, he was like my mentor, and my own personal idol. He was my godfather, and decided to talk to me and come to christmas only after he found out he had cancer. I used to think he hated me because I once allegedly infected my cousin with a common cold. I still wish I knew who he was. I feel sorry for my cousin, who at 12 lost his dad, and probably lost himself. Now he's stuck with a menatlly incompitent aunt who puts all her grief on his shoulders.
I feel sorry for my mother, who as it is, was never mentally stable. She can't get over it. Neither can my aunt. It's scary to find those you thought strong and unbreakable to suddenly start sobbing on the phone, or cry in the car when you get mad at thier lousy directions.
I feel sorry for my dad. Hes self employeed, and has no health insurance. Whenever I see him, he looks more and more worn down. I wish he would'nt smoke, and I wish I knew how to talk to him. He has always been something of a stranger to me. I feel like he will be one more person who dies before I know them.
I don't know what to do.
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