Second verse same as the first

2003-10-19T08:51:00.000-07:00

On a serious note. I wish I knew what I owed people. I wish there was some meter which showed you the amount of time, penance, grief etc that you owed people, that way you can somehow pay the person back with grovelling and guilt.

"Your meter reads 8.5. For exactly three months you have you grovel and cotinually feel like a shitty person. And maybe, just maybe, they might forgive you"

I would be happy with this, very happy.

2003-10-15T07:46:00.000-07:00

God what the hell was i thinking with my last blog?
it was damn ugly!
this is much better

2003-10-15T07:35:00.000-07:00

Hmm,
I'm in a really good mood. Its so cool to feel this way because it hasn't come from someone else making me feel good, or an event which sparked this... I just feel good full stop.
Now if I knew how to work this when I need it, like getting water from a tap, then I could sell me to me all the time!

Yes, I like that idea..

2003-05-09T09:32:00.000-07:00

http://www.vogue.com.au/showcoverage/shows/templates/03-mafw/slideshow.php?id=613&pid=32
the link thingy didn't work.
Heres the 'pants' man.

2003-05-09T09:29:00.000-07:00

Everything in mundane, mundane.
Meanwhile I've been traumatised by this picture. My eyes! MY EYES!!!
I undestand that fashion is 'art' (whatever) but I think we all know where the penis is.
And its not like his 'outfit' really called for any accentuation on that area. His package is poking eyes out.
And since when was looking like the buff porn star member of 80's group 'bros' in?
'complete trash whore, its so hot right now'
Guys, you all know what to wear on your next dates, and we ladies aint swooning unless you all are grabbin!

2003-04-30T07:31:00.000-07:00

AHH releif..
one of the best things in the world, but like a good meal never lasts long..long enough ( in our house anyway).
I have just completed a rather difficult assignment. Not difficult because the subject matter was complex, but because I had to exercise the creative part of my brain which has been dormant for a while..
A script is alot harder to write than we think.. May I take this moment to high five all those writers out there shakin your asses and getting stuff made... (Funny is only funny when other people laugh, not when its you laughing in a small empty room)
Meanwhile I'm getting a 7.4/10. WTF is that? Would it kill them to add the 0.10 to my mark?
why do they do this to students?
'Hmmmm I like this piece, its good. It's a whole 7.38 good. No wait! Its a whole 7.4 good'
'Hmm yes I would have to agree, it hits that 7.4 spot. Good call'

Anyhoo, I've said my piece and I feel better now..
PHEW...
Meanwhile..... I was making small talk with a guy from one of my subjects.
Me:'yeah I didnt make the lecture today'
Him: 'well you didnt miss much'
'oh ok, well all the lectures are the same now'
'yeah thats true'
'(using a mans voice I say) Films have a beginning middle and end, now pay me $400 dollars'
'what he gets 400 dollars an hour?'
*silence*
'umm no I meant that he teaches us nothing and we pay him'
'ohh yeah yeah, that's true'
*silence*
'(i say)can I borrow your pen?, thanks'

I cant tell you how many times I've had one of these conversations. Although I must either a) have selective amnesia or b) have faith in the human race because I still continue to talk to people.
Ok Ok so I'm being very cynical but heck, like I said fun/interesting people are hard to meet.
Ok Ok so I'm not that great, but you know what I mean.
Ok Ok so I'm just a bitch. I'm sorry.
Ok Ok so I'm not

Anyways...

2003-04-04T07:29:00.000-08:00

It's 1:30am on a Friday night and i'm blogging. Now I'm not making fun if people who do this regularly,not at all... but.......
Its so pathetic!! I feel like a lump of dirty clothes and I feel as socially active as John Howard.
And that people, is a LOW. With a capital R
Now, I dont mean to say that I take no intiative in my social life. I do, alot of it. I get asked to do things and say no. I am merely selective. Selective is the key word, lets say it altogether. Selective. I choose to not go out and have fun on Friday nights.
Now sure sure, you're all asking yourselves why I would choose not to go out, well its as simple as this... why feel as bored outdoors when you can do it at home for free?
Now maybe this is a totally Asian way of thinking about it.... but fuck it. I am home on a Friday night because I am socially selective, I will only do things that measure 50 on a fun-ometer... not 25 but 50. And I am not that hard to please, just feed me and make me laugh..
So really its not ME, its THEM. The world is devoid of interesting people. Not me. them.
See?Now I feel much better about my life.
nite.

2003-03-05T05:14:00.000-08:00

Hey ya'll
I just came back from Mauritius. I know I havent blogged in a VERY long time... not that you care... but I thought I might like to write a little memoir about my stay there...

1) Cusine: Mauritian cusine is quite a little shock to the system. I never knew that people, anywhere on this planet actually served oil as a beverage. To put it plainly, the local creed seemed to be "if it can fit in the deep fryer, consider it dinner". People believe me, the day that you accept oil as a food group in indeed a sorry one. Meat is also very big in Mauritius. Its a beautiful lush green country, but goddamn it you'd think they might want to see a bit of green on their plates. A favourite game of theirs is guess what you're eating. Yes that's right, it goes a little something like this.
"Ohh Catherine try this",
"what is it?",
"try it first then we'll tell you",
"ok",
"ahh it was pig stomach, deep fried",
This was then followed by a few smiles. This game was often exercised to pass Sunday afternoons. And they are crazy are longan. This is a chinese fruit which is similar to lychee. For all you non-cultured swine, it is a fruit which is small brown and round. A common day scenario would be my uncle coming home holding branches of he stuff in his hand and asking me to eat. But ask me in such a way as to insinuate that I hadn't eaten them before, or that I didnt eat enough. Mind you we would all be walking around with remnants of the stuff on our clothes and the place would be crawling with ants because of the branches. It was as though they were thinking "Only four branches Catherine? tsk tsk tsk.... very dissapointing".

I mean, dont get me wrong I loved my time there, but now that Ive come back I find that I am able to reflect and be... negative and judgemental.
Perhaps I will talk about Mauritius time next.....

2002-11-25T07:14:00.000-08:00

Aqua tides, burning waves, manes flying, spots and dots, stripey nights, with your sandel and foot, water and air, everyone cheer cos summer is here!!!

2002-11-25T07:04:00.000-08:00

this for all'yall....
I'M FUCKING FINISHED FOR THE YEAR!!!!!!!!!!
of course this celebration will not be complete without me tarnishing it first...
I did pretty shithouse in my last exam so all is not well but heck I'm finished so how bad can it be...??

Here is a little somthin somthin for all'yall out there in blogger land.....

this is the kind of conversation we should all strive to have at least once in our lives, and yes shamefully I have....

"Hey M"
"Hey B, hows it goin?"
"Yeah I'm alright, havent been doing much. I realised something today. Maybe Shawn doesnt love me as much as he says... I mean surely if he loves me he can say it with his pants on? Maybe I'm overacting..."
"nah...... what do you think of my blue dress for the party?"
"I mean, he lets me ride upfront around his mates....."
"yeah..... dont you think the red dress doesnt go with the new shoes?"
"I dont know maybe I should break up with him, we havent broken up for at least a week"
"nah dont do that....... you know I think the blue one is better"
"hmmmmm, what to do? anyways get back to me, call me and we'll do lunch".
"ok, good catching up, bye!"

2002-10-28T19:57:00.000-08:00

This post is dedicated to audrey....

Everyone, I have some news.
To all those John Mayer fans out there, he is homosexual. Yes, yes its true. And no I am not exploiting him or invading his privacy, infact I think he wants to make it known.. Has anybody heard the song "man on the side" ?
Enough said, the defense rests.

2002-10-25T00:42:00.000-07:00

Oh and another thing.

I'm fucking pissed off!!!!!

2002-10-25T00:39:00.000-07:00

Hi all:

well I'd just like to say

I smite you Virginia Woolf, you and your novels, have. you. ever. heard. of. writing......complete ,,,,, sentances!!!!!
I mean theres just not excuse for it really.

thanks for listening.
that feels better.

2002-10-19T00:07:00.000-07:00

Back from the dead!!!

Apart from the slow suffocation of uni work I have been doing nothing.. so being inspired.......

hello, dot.
small and round.
I would like to copy the shape you make
on my page after all the words stop
stop. stop. stop.
there are so many of you and it makes me wonder
are they all your cousins?

2002-10-01T08:12:00.000-07:00

Man I haven't written anything in ages and I'm so ashamed..
well not really but you know...
Im tryring to keep up appearances.
anyways I've been doing lots of uni work and doing alot of panicing, but no crying!! woohoo!! (yet).

I have a story though, which doesn't have much to do with anything but alot at the same time....

I was waiting at a bus stop and an Aboriginal man came up to me, he held out his hand and in it was gold coins. He was muttering something and it took me a while to figure out that he wanted a beer. And I told him I was too young to legally buy alcohol. I watched him walk around asking the people at the bus stop to buy him beer and it made me so sad. dont you hate these kind of stories?

2002-09-22T07:56:00.000-07:00

Ohhh bloody hell!!!

2002-09-17T01:21:00.000-07:00

"The mirror shows many things, things that were, things that are, and things....which have not yet come to pass".
Where is your mirror?

2002-09-15T22:34:00.000-07:00

Another thought;
Do young people, free from all restrictions end up being responsible due to their freedom?
Or is it just chance?
And the reverse, do people who have been restricted end up responsible or dangerous?

I think that the more restrictions the larger the itch to find out the forbidden, it becomes the ultimate desire?
Or is that just painstakingly obvious?

2002-09-15T22:29:00.000-07:00

As per Mish's discussion aboot signs...
I really like to believe that there is something controlling my life. I mean I dont trust myself with decisions, I'd like to think that all the turns my life takes is all contributing to a greater good, resulting in fame and daily money fights.
What's the point in being in control if you're the sole person to be blamed for ruining your own life? I cant hack that kind of responsibility, I'd rather blame huujapintagoona (made up spirit of fate) for ruining my life than blaming myself.
And furthermore if we are to blame ourselves for our lives, we can make a multitude of decisions only to know that these deicisions accumulate to nothing but another set, there is no end result?
Call me idealistic but if there is no purpose, if people do not have a 'thing' (a point to their existence, whether it be for art, love, support etc ), then they do not exist.

2002-09-11T19:41:00.000-07:00

I have just come home from a pilates class and I feel really healthy.. I even walked home from the gym.
Well that should fill my exercise quota for about a year...
Hello couch, my beloved.

2002-09-09T09:04:00.000-07:00

Ok. So once again its late at night. Its dark and quiet. I have no other option but to resort to "dark quiet at night procrastination" poetry.

Where is the cup,
to which the the river runeth over?
Break my knees
and steal the harp
Just dont ever,
ever, come to look at these hands.

Ok so what the fuck does it mean?
Hello? its crappy procrastination poetry, of COURSE its angsty!!

2002-09-08T20:23:00.000-07:00

So my assignment is over!!
But I get to celebrate for as long as it takes to write those excalmation marks because I have to start another one.
WHY do we torture ourselves in this fashion?
University sucks...

Anyhoo...
I have a story about one of the funniest guys I've ever met..
I was hanging out at a friends place, and this guy was perfecting the art of beatmixing and he was getting really good.
however, I walk over to the decks to throw a bottle cork at him when I notice that one of the needles of the decks had come off the record...
now heres the funny part, he's still turning the record to get the record in time (you have to do that so the records are in sync with each other)..
so he's beat mixing with ONE record....
I mean he was doing it properly before, but he was so pissed that he just didnt notice and kept mixing..
So what the FUCK was he doing? all he was doing was playing one record, thinking that he was acutally hearing something else......
Now I know story isnt funny to you as its certainly a "you had to be there" story, but fuck I was laughing my ass off (then I threw the cork at him.)

The end.

2002-09-04T08:48:00.000-07:00

theres this saying...
"never, ever, bloody anything ever"
theres truth to that...

2002-09-03T08:43:00.000-07:00

I went and saw the unbilical brothers.
they are so funny, you all have to go.
they are at the enmore next Friday..

2002-09-02T08:48:00.000-07:00

Its 1:42 inthe morning. I'm tired and I've just finished doing some work

this is the tired song;

man i'm tired, why oh why did I stay up so late when I was tired? who let me sit here for so long that my ass is kinda numb on one side only?
and why cant i smell properly out of one nostril lah la lahh lah. why is it so late? why does my head hurt ? why is there this ringning in my ear that goes BEEEEEEEEEEEE shah na na na shaaa naaa. why is everything so blurry and why does my head tilt to one side as a slide off my chair shoop shoop be doo bee doo. Hey hey its the tired song, so sad cos Ive been sitting here so long. Why am I wearing cow print pyjamas?

yeah you all know how it goes. It's sweeping the nation. BABY FISH MOUTH.
man I dont like to stay up late.

2002-08-31T23:48:00.000-07:00

I've been thinking.... should I make a formal apology about the USA comment?
I mean we all love our American shows but was that taking it too far?
but then again it could stand for united states of Australia..
That's a way to stick it to them, lets all change it to an Australian saying!!
Ok fine, I AM a loser...

2002-08-31T23:39:00.000-07:00

WOO HOO!!
my comments are working!!!
USA! USA!

darn that IS catchy!

Well I finished the essay and it only took me four hours to write two paragraphs..... I am.....such a loser....
why? why??

2002-08-31T19:51:00.000-07:00

Its been a while...
I'm still pissed about the comments thing yet its really my fault cos I'm too lazy to change it.
Hee :)
So anyways I've been stressing about this darn group assignment and working on it all week.
here's a haiku:

darn you university lecturers
Shove your assignments up your stupid little...
Give me a goddamn distinction.

2002-08-27T07:35:00.000-07:00

I've just finished doing an essay outline for my uni group presentation. Now I dont wish to be the martyr but hey, I frickin did all the work. And man I should deserve something for it, but alas I will get no recognition. Lets all pay tribute to those poor souls out there, the people behind the people.
A big WOO to you.
I mean that, really.

2002-08-27T03:22:00.000-07:00

Damn these comments.
I cant do anything about the words list....
which sucks cos it might lead to disaster.
The internet hates me... infact anything electronic hates me.
its true, I swear.

2002-08-24T05:57:00.000-07:00

Let me just state, I've been reading Pamie.com and man is she funny!
After reading her stories it got me thinking of funny stuff that's happened to me.
Although funny stories dont translate well, you have to try, I mean what's the point in having funny stories if you cant tell people? right?

So here goes;

It was second week of semester and I was just starting a cultural studies subject which I had dropped a year previously (scared me shitless as it seemed hard and really boring). Anyhoo there i was in the first tutorial of the semester not really thinking much, as I enter the room and the tutor is kind of cute which, lets face it, is always a plus and an incentive to pay attention. He had this whole "Latino, let me serenade you, non-julio Iglesias, I make passionate love, crossaint eating , I play the picollo" thing happening. So i sit down all ready to pay attention and he opens his mouth;
"Wewll first uhh let me knouw what is ees that you fink coulturoul stoudies ess errrmmm, wat kind of crietiesismss you haeve. En fact it makes me fink of de French philosopher Greg gooungenheomerstronfelnghasteeeeeen, who states 'to fink, to veesualise is to see and view zee world' or somfing like vat youw knoew vat I am tawlking about? errrmmmmm"
(What the fuck did he say? he likes to sleep with who?)
Well I must admit I was confused, the guy was really nice but does he like to "la cocaracha" or does he eat cheese?
Anyhoo, the class continued, he keept citing philosophers, not really telling us anything about them and not really relating them to the class
"Vis weeks toupic has alot to fo wiv Michel Foucault, who was gay errmmmmmmmm, he liked to haeve showers an sauna's wiv men an sometimes vey liked to errrmmmm massage one anover wiv oil errmmmmmm, vis makes me fink of somefing, errrmmm do you knowe vat I am saying?"
(The philosopher liked little children? what?)
No, and no. We didn't, we were too busy making an "errrmmm" tally.
Now I know what you're thinking I'm a bitch, but man, I mean we're first year students you think they could send us people who can really help us out, not someone who is obviously doing their PHD and doesn't know that we are idiots who dont know anything. I mean who actually goes to uni to study if you're doing a media degree? We're only there to look great and "y'know hang out man", sheeesh, throw us a frickin bone. Slap us with your leetle french gloves why dont ya?
Now if this wasn't enough he starts to write on the board or "booaaeerrd" and starts to write something that resembled a table. a french table?
He writes MeAnINgS.
Now what he does next I can't explain, i mean maybe there is a level of intellect you reach when words arent words but shapes with which allow us to mould and create meaning (riiiiiigghht), he starts to rub out the capital S and he replaces it with a LOWER CASE s
You're thinking two things,
1. who writes in lower-case and capitals?
2. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? WHAT'S WITH THE FREAKY ASS LOWER CASE S? THIS MAN IS INSANE, GRAB YOUR GUCCI'S AND EVACUATE THE BUILDING. HE'S FREAKING ME OUT. HE'S INSANE, YOU JUST DONT DO THAT! IS HE MESSSING WITH US? TESTING US? ARE THERE CAMERAS? HOLY GOD!
Ok maybe I was overreacting but it really freaked me out. Lower case man....lower case.
Now usually under these kind of stressful/freaky conditions my first reaction is fear followed by laughter. I burst out laughing, but the weirdest part is that NO-ONE else in the class laughed. Now in my defence I did try, (honestly), to control myeslf so I kept chanting;
"Be mature, stop laughing at Mr Baguette and keep writing, dont be so immature, its not like he said penis or has a booger on his nose, hehehe I said penis. Stop it!".
He just looked at me and said nothing, I passed the test, I was to become ONE OF THEM.
And so it continued. For the rest of the semester he tolerated my fits of laughter and the rest of the class thought I was crazy and that I couldn't control sudden fits of laughter whilst I was talking to my imaginary friends.

The end

p.s I got a 74 for that class. Viva La France!!

2002-08-23T02:41:00.000-07:00

"What about 20 of the worst words in the English language?

I can't stand "cheers". It's such a non-word, is meaning neutral and says nothing"
-S-

Yes this is a good idea. Perhaps simultaneous lists? That way we can appreciate the good words all the more.....

2002-08-22T03:46:00.000-07:00

THE FIRST ENTRY!!
WOO A HOO HOO!!
Let us all thank her for being the first person to post their favourite word.

"bitch"-You can't go wrong with this timeless classic. It's suitable in so many contexts, it's oh so useful in many a situation.
- GoodLittleGirl

2002-08-21T20:59:00.000-07:00

Maybe now would be a good time to alert you all to my project.
I and Christian are getting a list of the 20 best words of all time together.
We are going to propose our own fav's but you should add your own (this includes commentary as to why they are good words)
Post them as comments and we'll put up the most popular ones (or the funniest ones)
YAY! project which will lead to distraction!

2002-08-21T20:51:00.000-07:00

Testing! what's wrong with my blue-g!

2002-08-21T20:43:00.000-07:00

Top ten words (personal favourites)
(only the first five)
- "Anyhoo" (this word has a hint of yokle, yet makes you sound mature)
- "Statistics" (this word just rolls of the tongue, it has just the right amount of t's in it and gosh darn it, it makes you sound SUPER smrt)
- "Organazized" (if you want to show someone how well of you're doing, just slip this one in a sentance and they will pay close attention)
- "DarnTootin" (now I know what you're thinking, this aint a REAL word but what better word is there to say when you're real happy?)
- "booty" (now we can't leave out the ultra-hip gangsta flava words. This one will make you the coolest kid on the block and will ensure that you are invited to all the happening parties)

2002-08-21T20:31:00.000-07:00

I just thought of another:

There is a place people go.
Its called adult land.
People have suits and coffee.
They dont seem to have fun though.
And they dont bring back nice photos.
I think I'll stay here.

2002-08-21T18:43:00.000-07:00

I'm quite bored..
So I'm resorted to composing bored poetry (I have an assignment to finish, REALLY dont want to do it)

I like words. Sometimes they ryhme and sometimes they dont.
I like to put them in lines and make people laugh, or sometimes make people mad.
That's what's good about words.
You can do whatever you like

Chaucer, bow down to me!!!

2002-08-20T07:53:00.000-07:00

Hmmm it has been a while...
I'm sooooo busy with work and work and more work that I have no time to do anything but work.
TIME i need more TIME!!!
Lots more please.
I'm soooo tired right now. Yawning as I type.
I'm thinking of going on an exchange to Canada so I can go and be tired overseas and do........ alot of work.
I'd REALLY like to go and I hope that it works out and that I dont get there and cry like a baby after two weeks, asking for my mummy between sobs :)
Although I've never heard anyone who has come back from an exchange and didn't enjoyed it.
It's always "GOD i had so much fun getting drunk and like being a total moron, you should do it!"
But I can be a moron in Sydney right? (And P.S I dont drink.)
So I suppose I wont get invited to "keg" parties (that is if they exist and arent just an invention of amercian sitcoms, although scarily I tend to believe that they do exist). But on the upside I'll get to say aboot all the time and get away with it. AND i'll get to see how pretty canada is.
hmmm yes have to think about that one.

2002-08-14T05:33:00.000-07:00

THOUGHT FOR THE DAY:

I pray and hope and solemly swear to NEVER become an old, sour, bitter, snivelling, horrid person. Working in a call centre has taught me ALOT about what I do not want to become. May this be a lesson to you all, every time an old person sneers at you on the bus and gives you crap about your manners, that could be you, looking at yourself, before its happened. Know what I mean?

2002-08-12T20:57:00.000-07:00

PART ONE OF THE SAGA

Dear George,

Its a cilly warm, autums day and I'm not sure how I feel right now. I hope you're ok, head injuries can often stifle a person. But now I'm thinking how does your injury affect me? Your accident made me think of death. Death, its such a looming word. Filled with endings and bleakness. Do you think of death? (If you do try not to think of it out loud at a hospital). I think alot about death. It's so bleak. I try not to think too deeply about things but it just happens and I can't help it. As I stand at the doorway of nothingness which is life, I stare in the face of my own fears of ugliness and unco-ordination (and small people) and wonder, and CONTEMPLATE why are we here? Why are we forced to live out a life of drudgery only to weep as it passes us by? These are thoughts that face me every morning as I wake up and dress myself (I bought that great suit). Tell me George, where are you? and what calamities face you?

Love Rose,

p.s as per the discussion we had earlier, I really do think I like yellow ALOT more.

2002-08-12T11:19:00.000-07:00

It's 3:35am. I've just finished the first section of my English assignment and I'm wide awake. It may just have to do with the fact that I had a cup of tea tonight. Now I know you're all thinking ohhh the hard stuff. Damn woman!, but I've never been addicted to or even enjoyed the legal drugs (coffee, cigarettes, alcohol). I have this theory that along with those likes you earn certain character traits. I'm not saying that they're bad or good but I've noticed that when I compare myself to people who do consume legal drugs I'm quite different to them. I mean think about it. I'd really like to know if its just me.
Yeah anyhoo, cos I dont drink coffee or anything tea can keep me up for ages. So its a funny sight. I'm sitting here with a jacket wrapped around my shoulders (god damn! why DO girls only wrap jumpers around them and just not wear them? how did this start?), where was I? yeah its looks funny, I'm this little person huddled at the computer eyes WIDE open and typing a hundred miles an hour like I've had ten cups of red cordial (yes I'm also affected by colouring in food, I'm just dangerous really). But because I'm in this state I think there are things coming out to get me, like the little monsters that live in mums plants by day and scare the shit out of you at night by crawling around and making those creak noises everywhere. Yes that's right I'm 19 and I still think things hide under my bed. Everyone does...

I think I may plan out my meaningful prose in a saga. A saga with an infinate number of parts.

PART ONE OF THE SAGA.

August 13 2002

In a galaxy far FAR away a girl called Rose sits at her desks and thinks. We all have deep thoughts but Rose is special, all her thoughts really ARE more important than everyone else's. Here is her story.

( i wont actually start it now).
just trying it out :)

2002-08-11T20:57:00.000-07:00

And this is definately my last entry for today. I plan to embark on the journey of a thousands steps, leaps bounds and skips and attempt what no-one has before. Deep and meaningful prose filled with sentiment and contemplation, YES contemplation. Readers, join me soon for catherine's "PARODY OF THE DEEP AND MEANINGFUL BLUEG" (said in booming cinema voice over). Coming soon to Second verse same as the first.

2002-08-11T20:43:00.000-07:00

It just occured to me that I dont even like to divulge my inner (yes inner!!!) most secrets and perhaps worse my thoughts.....
Maybe, just maybe, it wont be weird after a while?
So maybe, just maybe, you'll have to READ BETWEEN THE LINES. I may just leave messages within messages. Not that you'll even have time to bother?

2002-08-11T20:34:00.000-07:00

Ok I kinda have the shits. Audrey (my lovely sister) refuses to help me with my blueg so I have nothing to put in it and it looks bare and very boring...... drama sigh drama....
Oh and I do know that it is a blog BUT I pronounce it blue-g, I dont know why I just do.
Bleah and I have to work tonight and I really dont want to. If anyone has worked in market research you would feel my pain. Unfortunately I am a slave to money. "I like money, I have a little and I'd like to get more"- Wedding Singer (or something like that).
"She works hard for the money, hard for the money"-Birdcage. If anyone has seen Birdcage you would be laughing like I am now because Agador in the movie (played by Hank Azaria) is sooo funny. If you haven't seen it, its an averageish movie but Hank makes it worth sitting through Robin Williams doing drag.
Incase you haven't noticed I break out into song or quote bits of movie all the time. Its funny if you're around people who do it too but I can see how its strange and maybe pathetic if you dont do it yourself. And perhaps scary if you were to watch me do it. Infact people generally get scared when they hang out with me and my sisters, but EVERYONE has weird family right?
Anyhoo since I cant figure out how to put in "tid bits' about myself I'll just do it here. I'm 19, I'm from Sydney Australia and I go to uni.
Umm boring yes but that's all I can really think about at the moment.

2002-08-11T20:19:00.000-07:00

12/08/02
I'm kinda trying to figure out this whole blueg thing and I have NO idea. I'm kinda bugging my sister and she's not happy. So bear with me while I figure out what I'm doing.
P.S I really should be doing uni work but damn it I just dont want to.