Fuckkkkk wordpress for now, im sick of feeding people with my negativity. You are all greedy fuck sticks. Go fuck your mum and light yourself on fire.
Heres a short note to say: We fucking hate you.
With your heels that click on the wooden floor boards everytime you take a step, your big fat asses that cause the floor underneath you to creak as if theres a whale wearing heels rather than a human being, the lady with her mullet hairstyle that she seems to think is “in”, the leader of the pack who thinks that her perm is fooling anyone into believing shes younger than 60.
To all you hags that somehow werent tortured enough during your years of schooling and thought it best to route your life to annoy the fuck out of silent exam students, perhaps your life would be less miserable if you bought a dog? A beach house? Perhaps drowned yourselves in the ocean?
1 exam down and so many to go, thank you fucking stars that we dont live in America, because if Kmart sold guns over the counter here, I’d buy the entire store – a separate gun for each of you – I’d even give you 10 minutes of “running” time.
PS. I changed the title in case this seems like a serious threat. Again, we arent in America, I tend to keep homicidal thoughts to myself.
Thanks for being an HOUR late to work asswhole… I had to get up early just to get to the clinic at 8 (you should have been there at 5 to and ready) – making me wait over an hour and a half untill you saw me, just to spend 2 minutes with me to give me a prescription.
Thanks for coughing all over me as if I wasnt sick enough already.
Thanks heaps for the prescription, which I had to research on the internet to see what was wrong with me, that only has FIVE PILLS in it. What the fuck am I going to do with 5 pills?
Respitory tract infection? How the fuck do you know that if all you did was look in my mouth, ears and listen to my breathing?
Fucking highly payed waste of space. Go fuck your mum then light yourself on fire.
Results, essentially, in a post about nothing.
Exept when I say nothing, I mean something, and when I say something, I mean ignorant fucks.
In case you didnt notice – the prince never gave up on Cinderella – I think all the characters in Disney movie are just created to remind kids of what the world could (but wont) become.
And cue rambling on 2nd favourite disney movie – Fern Gully (1992)
Crysta never quit on Zak – just because he was human. Alot can be learnt from that. Basically, FernGully is threatened by logging and pollution, and it is Crysta that has to put herself on the line, and Zak that comes through in the end.
Insert short and incoherent ramble here.
In conclusion; as Batty said..
Humans can’t feel anything. They’re numb from the brain down.
Yes, we all suck.
Fuck.
So like, totally welcome, this just in – the hottest thing this season? CONFORMISTS!
Now listen here fuckbags – I am not some retard who wants to do what you do. Dress how you dress. Talk like you talk. In fact, I want to stay as far away from you as possible… but people like you just keep popping up everywhere.
Don’t you conformist spastics ever get tired of “being different” while you are ALL the same? Your stupid attitude and pathetic attempt at a personality only scream for love and attention.
No one, but you, thinks you’re kingshit.. so stop strutting around with a massive smile on your face (unless you really are pleased with the person you are – and in that case – you are legally insane.)
Fuck.
Could I stress the point any more – you people are repulsive, a waste of oxygen, and a disgrace to everything we strive for – you may now return to underneath the rock where you were born.
So, probably due to my lack of blogs in the past week.. weeks.., Mason (surplus value) tagged me with this Meme thing, which I see to be an excuse to ramble about myself - most friends know that I do this openly and without reason.
The obligatory rules:
1. We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.
2. Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
And without further thought, 8 useless things to know about me;
- My blood type is A negative – According to the Red Cross, the percentage of A neg. frequency in Australia is: 7 per cent.
- I get angry easily, over a number of things, right from people listening to my music, people saying dumb things, customers at work – All anger seems to revolve around people, drama and alcohol.
- I pee with the door open because I live on the second floor and its rare that anyone else is ever up here bar to sleep.
- I cant stand when people bite their nails, yet I still rip mine off, then have to put a bandaid on becuase I cannot stand the feeling.
- I dont believe in this ideology of “thinking before doing” – thinking? Who does that.
- I sometimes start to think that I am exactly the type of person that I cannot stand – then people go and do something insanely stupid and I figure – At least Im not her/him, at least I have values.
- When I begin Uni next year I will be 17 – I want to study psychology and criminology and by the time I get my green P’s and am 18 and a half I will be well on way aiming for becoming a police officer - Ignoring the fact that barely anyone supports it – I don’t tell you how to live your life.
- I like to research things – If I havent heard of it, Ill google it. If I dont know the probabilty, Ill search facts and figures. I googled my name and apparently I’m a yoga instructer.
As for the 8 chosen ones.. I dont think I even have 8 blogs I read – let alone comment on. Jesi and Radmore (dont have blogs… but they read this… so DOOOO it.)
Helloooo kiddies,
Today’s lesson is on alcohol… say it with me now, A-L-C-O-H-O-L. The cheap vs expensive/bottle or can?/clear or red/4.8% vs 37%??? All in the name of fun? I don’t know about most people, but i see the need for over-usage of the “social lubricant” to be the complete opposite of what its cracked up to be. Wake up the next day and not remember a thing? Open your mouth and say something unforgivable in a drunken stupor? Become “that” person?
Now, perhaps alcohol abstinence is the key! But if you had been reading properly you would have noticed the careful placement of the word “over-usage” meaning; knowing what you are doing is going to result in something bad but just not caring and thus drinking what you know is too much. If you don’t care – who else does? Everyone who is going to end up taking care of you and one day these people are just going to cease to exist.
Wondering what brought this blog on? Apart from the need to write something of actual interest rather than rambling on and on? An email from my dad, from the other side of the world, asking how much I had “honestly” drank when I slept at a friends house (which was sent a fair while ago but i just rarely check my emails.) My answer – the honest truth – I don’t need alcohol to have fun, I would rather be having fun and drinking water. Which, boo friggity hoo, doesn’t mean I’m straight edge because, yeah I do drink, I just learn from mistakes rather than make them bigger.
Remember kids: Alcohol is a depressant whereas water is not, alcohol takes time to burn off and so food gets stored as fat (so the 5 kilos you put on last weekend are just because you drink wayyyy to much) and alcohol inevitably dehydrates you and water, evidently, does not. So I guess water comes out on top. H2O all the way bitches.
Come in, come in
Come into my world I’ve got to show
Show show you
Come into my bed
I’ve got to know
Know know you
I have dreams of orca whales and owls
But I wake up in fear
You will never be my
You will never be my fool
Will never be my fool
Floaters in my eyes
Wake up in an hotel room
Cigarettes and lies
I am a child, it’s too soon
I have dreams of orca whales and owls
But I wake up in fear
You will never be my
You will never be my fool
Will never be my fool
A little bag of cocaine
A little bag of cocaine
So who’s the girl wearing my dress
I figured out her number
Inside a paper napkin
But I don’t know her address I wade downstairs
The porter smiles to me a smile
I’ve bought
With a couple of gold coins
A sign that I’ve been caught
I have dreams of orca whales and owls
But I wake up in fear
You will never be my
You will never be my dear
Will never be my dear, dear friend
Dear dear friend, dear dear friend…
A little bag of cocaine
A little bag of cocaine
So who’s the girl wearing my dress
I figured out her number
Inside a paper napkin
But I don’t know her address
Come in, come in
Come into my world I’ve got to show
Show show you
Come into my bed
I’ve got to know
Know know you
I have dreams of orca whales and owls
But I wake up in fear
You will never be my
You will never be my dear
Will never be my dear, dear friend
Dear dear friend, dear dear friend…
I love Jesi She will never be my sheee will never be my sheeee will never be my fool 
I cant stand the way sometimes I try so hard at school and yet fail with such finality. I also cant stand that I’m not a “naturally” smart person. I’m not really “naturally” anything (perhaps a natural bitch?) – I’m not naturally smart – naturally musically gifted – naturally athletic. Why do the people who never try get everything so great? Everything I have, I have worked for.
I worked for my life the way it is now, and I’m proud of what I have. I like my nails that change almost every day, the way I can entertain myself over the smallest things and the way I generally find it easy to have a conversation that doesnt revolve around bright colours and trends.
Nail polish remover has nothing to do with this post – its just what was closest to me at the time – along with a stapler, scissors, a bandaid, a Transflash card, a stack of CD’s and a Shakespeare’s Tradegies book. None of which really had the same ring.
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