It just isn't fuckin fair.

Yesterday, I woke up and looked around. My room is reputed to be the messiest in college, for good reason. Nothing in the cupboards, because of the fact that every single possession i have resides either on my desk or on my floor.

Anyway, I looked around, and suddenly just felt disgusted with the state my room was in. So, I spent hours cleaning it. Hours. It is completely unrecognizable now... it's halfway clean.

Anyway, I decided to pull my fridge out of my cupboard, clean it out (it was incredibly mouldy) and start using it again. Easy, just spray on some anti mould shit and then spray with a hose, right?

Wrong. 4 words: Level Five Water Restrictions.

So, what this meant was that I had to spray the anti mould stuff on, wait a while, and then rinse out the whole fridge with a facewasher and a bucket of water. It sucked.

Anyway, eventually I got it cleaned out and aired out, and carried it back up 2 flights of stairs and back to my room. I turned it on, and miraculously it worked, so i decided to stick a few cans of pepsi in for when I got back from work.

Fast forward about 12 hours. I haven't slept, because I was working from 1.30am till 6.30, then came back to my room to prepare for my exam. I get back, my fridge is still humming. Fuck yeah, the best still works.

And then I notice it. A small puddle around the bottom of the fridge door. Shit, ey? It leaked a little. I open the door of the fridge, to check how cold it is...

It is bedlam. There is shit EVERYWHERE, all over the inside of my fridge. The pepsi cans have exploded, and the inside of my fridge is a disaster. Just what I wanted to see after a hard shift at work.

Let's recap. I finally go through the effort of cleaning my room and my fridge, and how am I rewarded? I have to carry this heavy fucking fridge back downstairs, wait for all of the fucking pepsi to melt, and ithen clean the motherfucker out again.

I hate my life.

I don't really, I'm just tired and grumpy, and I have an exam in under 2 hours. I should be preparing for it right now.

In fact, that's what I'm going to go do. Right now. Catcha on the flip side, orble.

And a word of advice... don't clean. Ever. Cleaning only brings bad luck.

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Women are like...

September 11th 2007 16:57

Cyclones: One good blowjob and you lose your house and car. (this one i didnt make up)

Werewolves: Once a month they're a nightmare to be around, they shed blood everywhere and fuck up people's lives.

Submarines: They're incredibly lethal, very sneaky, and work best when full of seamen (say it out loud, it makes sense).

Female Dogs: they're all bitches.

Sticky Tape: Annoying as fuck, clingy, but never around when you need to use 'em.

Alcohol: One good night and you're left battered, bruised, and minus all your money.

Fridges: Even though they have a hot rear, inside they're either cold or broken.

Calculators: If you press the right buttons they'll do what you want

I just made them upi off the top of my head (bar the first one). Now you guys come up with some. Entertain me.

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Are people the same when they are alone?

September 10th 2007 15:22

I had a random thought the other day.

I was in a room with a couple of people, and one of them was trying to find something. As he looked, he gave us a running commentary. "damnit, i know it's around here somewhere. Maybe it's under here. No, maybe in the shelf." It seemed perfectly natural, but I started thinking about it. When you are alone, do you do that?

I don't. Maybe that makes me weird, I dunno.

But, I do it when people are around. It seems stupid, but it's what I do. I've noticed others doing it too.

So, I carried the train of thought along a bit. Outside all these social mannerisms and whatnot... is a person the same person when they are in a room alone?

I don't give myself a running commentary when I'm in a room alone. There are certain things I won't do around people that I do all the time when I'm by myself.

So... is it ever possible to know what a person is truly like? Or does just being there mean that it's impossible to tell what a person is truly like?

And finally... does it even matter?

Shit, that's alot of questions.

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