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Why am I Such an Idiot?
May 27th 2007 00:58
What kind of a person leaves a 4000 word research proposal until the day before it is due?!?!
Better yet, what person actually writes out a nice writing plan for said proposal, only to discover the next day that you're trying to answer the wrong fucking question?
fuck fuck fuck. Looks like I'm up shit creek. If I don't post anything for a while, it means I've either off'd myself, I'm shacked up in the hills with my professor on a very romantic (and very gay) love retreat to try and get a decent grade, or... I've skipped country, changed my name and have started a new life.
Because let's be honest... knowing me, those scenarios are a fuckload more likely than me actually sitting down and doing this assignment.
What's that? I have to go to work tonight? SHIT! Even less time to do my assignment.
What am I doing on Orble? I should be planning my inter-country getaway... or buying sex toys for my gay love retreat.
Wish me luck peoples.
Better yet, what person actually writes out a nice writing plan for said proposal, only to discover the next day that you're trying to answer the wrong fucking question?
fuck fuck fuck. Looks like I'm up shit creek. If I don't post anything for a while, it means I've either off'd myself, I'm shacked up in the hills with my professor on a very romantic (and very gay) love retreat to try and get a decent grade, or... I've skipped country, changed my name and have started a new life.
Because let's be honest... knowing me, those scenarios are a fuckload more likely than me actually sitting down and doing this assignment.
What's that? I have to go to work tonight? SHIT! Even less time to do my assignment.
What am I doing on Orble? I should be planning my inter-country getaway... or buying sex toys for my gay love retreat.
Wish me luck peoples.
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Add Comments One of those nights
May 25th 2007 02:05
Have you ever had one of those nights?
One of those nights where you have shitloads of fun, but some little things just shit you off? And those little things taint the memory of the night. And in retrospect they are indeed just little things, and there is no reason for them ruining the memory of an awesome night... but they're just there, and you can't just forget about them?
Yeah... tonight was the college miniball. I went as a dirty raver. My costume consisted of shorts, sandals, a singlet top, an Australian flag cape, and just oer 20 glowsticks. However, someone asked me if I was dressed as Captain Ecstasy, and the name just felt so right that I said yes, and from then on I was Captian Eckies.
The night itself, as a whole, was awesome. Cheap drinks, a FUCKLOAD of people dressed in an array of weird and wonderful costumes (the jtheme of the night... dress up. As whatever you want. Costumes ranged from Captain Planet to Disco Stu to 2 of my best friends going as giant Doobies), great music, and a good location.
But.... little things just shit me off. My cape annoyed the fuck out of me. The drink cards weren't redeemable after 10pm. I fell and ruined my knee (it still hurts). My ecstasy supplier losing his stash (literally. He dropped a baggie with a bunch of pills in it somewhere, so we had to go without). Sleazy guys taking advantage of good people. These things were pretty small... my knee wasn't THAT bad, my cape only annoyed me every now and again (even though it REALLY annoyed me when it did), the drinks were cheap even without the cards, lack of eckies meant more booze money, and sleazy guys have been doing this since the dawn of alcohol.
On a similar note... I think I'm setting myself up for a fall. I can't really justify it, but I just have the feeling that once again, everything is going to go to shit. However, until either this happens or I realize I'm wrong, this isn't going to be explained.
One of those nights where you have shitloads of fun, but some little things just shit you off? And those little things taint the memory of the night. And in retrospect they are indeed just little things, and there is no reason for them ruining the memory of an awesome night... but they're just there, and you can't just forget about them?
Yeah... tonight was the college miniball. I went as a dirty raver. My costume consisted of shorts, sandals, a singlet top, an Australian flag cape, and just oer 20 glowsticks. However, someone asked me if I was dressed as Captain Ecstasy, and the name just felt so right that I said yes, and from then on I was Captian Eckies.
The night itself, as a whole, was awesome. Cheap drinks, a FUCKLOAD of people dressed in an array of weird and wonderful costumes (the jtheme of the night... dress up. As whatever you want. Costumes ranged from Captain Planet to Disco Stu to 2 of my best friends going as giant Doobies), great music, and a good location.
But.... little things just shit me off. My cape annoyed the fuck out of me. The drink cards weren't redeemable after 10pm. I fell and ruined my knee (it still hurts). My ecstasy supplier losing his stash (literally. He dropped a baggie with a bunch of pills in it somewhere, so we had to go without). Sleazy guys taking advantage of good people. These things were pretty small... my knee wasn't THAT bad, my cape only annoyed me every now and again (even though it REALLY annoyed me when it did), the drinks were cheap even without the cards, lack of eckies meant more booze money, and sleazy guys have been doing this since the dawn of alcohol.
On a similar note... I think I'm setting myself up for a fall. I can't really justify it, but I just have the feeling that once again, everything is going to go to shit. However, until either this happens or I realize I'm wrong, this isn't going to be explained.
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just friends
May 16th 2007 12:41
The death of any sexual ambition. 2 simple words that have haunted men since the dawn of time. Women's trump card, sometimes (but not often) used by men too.
I didn't think it was possible to hate a phrase, but I really dislike this one[ Click here to read more ]
I didn't think it was possible to hate a phrase, but I really dislike this one
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Orble, please, use your head.
May 15th 2007 06:57
I got offered to become a domain blogger the other day. At first, I was pretty excited, but then I thought about it a bit.... i think the thoughts went something like "Hold up, that can't be right".
Instead of giving you guys a recap, I figure I'll let you make your own, unbiased judgement. So, I'll just copy out all the messages that were involved and let you decide[ Click here to read more ]
Instead of giving you guys a recap, I figure I'll let you make your own, unbiased judgement. So, I'll just copy out all the messages that were involved and let you decide
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Being Broke Really Fucking Sucks
May 14th 2007 05:28
Holy fucking shit I hate having no money.
Before i begin, some background information is required. Week before last, wednesday night. I am faced with a decision.... go to work, or stay at home and sleep. Simple choice? Not really. I would get home from work, dead tired, at maybe 10am. Band practice at 1pm. That thursday night was a fluro party that I was NOT going to miss. I had to get up friday morning for a band rehearsal, then friday night was our battle of the bands. Saturday morning I had a midsemester exam, and that afternoon we were going to Nimbin, the stoner capital of Australia, for a weed celebration festival, aptly titled Mardi-Grass[ Click here to read more ]
Before i begin, some background information is required. Week before last, wednesday night. I am faced with a decision.... go to work, or stay at home and sleep. Simple choice? Not really. I would get home from work, dead tired, at maybe 10am. Band practice at 1pm. That thursday night was a fluro party that I was NOT going to miss. I had to get up friday morning for a band rehearsal, then friday night was our battle of the bands. Saturday morning I had a midsemester exam, and that afternoon we were going to Nimbin, the stoner capital of Australia, for a weed celebration festival, aptly titled Mardi-Grass
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What? What?
May 12th 2007 00:14
I can imagine it now. You come to your computer, many many times a day. You shiver with anticipation, as the html browser opens. It only takes a few seconds for the page to load, but for you it seems like a lifetime. Theprogress bar turns green, and you are giddy with excitement. The page opens...
And I haven't updated. You swear you can hear the sound of your own heart, shattering in your chest[ Click here to read more ]
And I haven't updated. You swear you can hear the sound of your own heart, shattering in your chest
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