July 11, 2003
Blogger is taking ages to load, so I'm doing it the old fashioned way... Old fashioned as in not prehistoric, like WRITING it out. No, I'm typing it out on my Microsoft Notepad, Version 5.1.
I can't believe they got upto version 5.1, I'm sure there hasn't been that many drastic changes over the development of the program. I mean, seirously, its a freaking blank screen, no fonts or anything.
Ok, enough geeky rant for now.
Wait, one more,
I just realised that no-one can comment on my guestbook for the blog, because the account has been inactive for ages, so has become invalid as an account. I'm getting sick of getstring, they keep asking for money. Bloody whingers. I want money too, but I don't ask for it by simply writing a simple guestbook for free use! Sheesh. If they want money, make it compulsary, don't just complain about it.
Ok, NOW its enough computer geek whinging.
Ow, my hand hurts. I'm currently listening to Rufio - Above me. But lately I've been into a few more styles of music. Namely, new-school swing revival, reggae, funk, and emo. They are all great!
I was woken up at 3 pm the other day on holidays by a lady from Channel [V], and just before I cracked the shitties at her telling her not to call me and wake me up at such a ghastly hour (Like all holidays, I become nocturnal, and get aggravated at anyone who tries to interrupt my daily 8-hour sleep). ANYWAY, back to the point, before I yelled at her, she told me that I had won tickets to the John Butler Trio
I was a wee bit annoyed cuz my friend chucked a huge party that same night, but I found out later the reason she had it was to get drunk with her friends to get her mind off the fact that she had missed out on SOLD OUT tickets to a fabulous musician.
Today was the first day back at school, exams aren't too far away. *bites nails*
random prose i've writtten in the last hour or so. I'm not really this negative, it just comes out that way. You probably won't understand it, cuz I wrote it. And I'm not even sure I understand it.
July 05, 2003
Rechargable battery of emotion and tears. Just lie on a handsome strangers bed. Sleep. No matter how long I’ve known them, they will always be a stranger. But I’m a stranger to myself, so what does it matter if there’s one more in my life. I’d like to convince myself that this is the real thing. The real thing, the big four letter word at such a young age. Sixteen years, seven months and ten days of Australian suburbia in a middle class region, I thought I found it once before. Looking, forever searching. Its not under the decaying couch or at the hi-tech trendy mall. Where is it? I’d say I lost it, but I never had it in the first place. Will I ever?
Time won’t make things better. They say it’s the greatest healer. Who says? They say. The unknown people who seem to know everything. My faeces excremented on the walls of prejudice that seems to be narrowing in on the claustrophobic Russian spy from a bad james bond film. Obsession with brands, whats hip, whats not, advertising, aristocracy, fashion, fascism, media, mediocrity. A young teenage girl can be beautiful in her mind, but to others it only matters how fat she is, and what brands she wears. Why cant’ she see? Oh why can’t she see beyond this world, before its too late.
Sitting at my Dad's work. I've been here for a few hours. Wow, I didn't know that blogger changed its setting out, or maybe its just for Macs. I don'tget Macs. How can you not have another mouse button? Its essential!
I found a new cool site at gleebs.com/schwing/
it looks mad as and the chick who writes it is funny as.
Well what did I do last night? I got trashed as.... and stayed right near the lake. It was great, except for the part where I incessantly hit on my ex boyfriend just wanting to kiss him. But then I found another boy who I really like,w hich was all fine... till my friend pulled off the blanket to reveal partial nudity. For gods sake, we went upstairs into a private little room, and he still feels the need to humiliate me. *sigh* what a bastard.