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Don't let anybody get in your way
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JACKASS See, there was this man walking towards us while I was at the market with Pops (hehe, I sound so Asian) and we were looking for a parking space (because some drivers are MORONS who don't know the difference between EastLink and A ONE WAY ROAD) when he STUCK HIS HAND down his pants and started moving it around. I'm thinking what the H-E-double hockey sticks ... okay, dude, if you need to like, 'Jill's twin' off, then maybe it's best if you GO TO A TOILET OR GET HOME TO YOUR SAD, SAD NICHE. I gave him the look. You know, that look - the "WTF?!?!?" So what does he do? RAISES HIS EYEBROWS AT ME. I do NOT want a piece of that, Mister. That's just one of the reasons why my faith in the politeness and etiquette of humanity slowly ebbs away. Jackass. Hehe. Get it? Jackass? BTW, Happy Birthday Rash ... according to Trinh, people won't hit on you now ... CHRISTMAS COUNTDOWN ... 3 DAYS AWAY! 20 December 2006
PARK-TASTIC Wey hey hey. Ducks are cute. Went to the park to prematurely celebrate my friend Rashmi's 17th, and brought about a restaurant's worth of food for about six people. We always tend to do these sorts of things ... oh, you know, play with a frisbee and get it thrown into the lake or creek or whatever that body of water was on the second throw ... get the ball thrown into the creek (etc.) after the third throw, and even before the majority of people get the to the park ... that sort of thing. Otherwise, I have never gone through a day where all I did for the day was just lay on the grass and bum. It feels awesome. By the way, did you know that playing Twister can pull your muscles? I know. I only won one game (Jess won two ... dammit ...) but it still hurts. But I shall bear my battle scar proudly, and give others inspiration. Then I'll get one of those lucrative writing deals in which I will have to churn out a book every year about my successes as a girl who had survived a Twister (maybe I should put a (c) at the end of that ...) accident. And then people will be totally like "WHOAH DUDE! You survived a Twister accident?" and I shall then nonchalantly reply, "Oh, it was nothing ..." and then when they realise that I actually mean that game Twister(c) - you know, "The game that will have you in knots(c)" - they'll egg my house and my car, even though I don't have a car. Happy anniversary M+P! 19 December 2006
THIS IS A SONG THAT REMINDS ME OF MY TRUCKER HAT I HAVE A COOL HAT!!!!!!!!!!!! Rejoice, for all the world is right and good. 18 December 2006
“YOU
WERE WRONG, I FOUND HIS SON, I FOUND HIS SON—” “We weren’t in a position to lock.” “Hi. I’m Elliot. Hi. I’m Elliot.” “We’re not like, ‘living’ together, we’re like liiiviing together!” " 'Conference, schmonference ...' [to self] It's fun to rhyme ..." If you don’t know what I’m talking about, then you are living in a deprived, and oh-so-sheltered life.
Scrubs, man! Watch the freakin’ show! It’s so brilliant, I cack myself laughing every time I hear something worth blogging coming out the mouth of Dr John ‘J.D.’ Dorian. What a wonderful day. A Scrubs marathon is something every individual should go through. It will surely put a smile on one’s (if it is, or ever will be) gloomy and slightly pallid dial. 17 December 2006 JUST
A MOMENT ... I THINK I HEAR PEOPLE WANTING SOMETHING ...
Yayyy!!!! Happy Feet
- out in ... 9 days!! 17 December 2006
OBSESSED
The play count next to the Fall Out Boy video "Grand Theft Autumn/Where Is Your Boy" sits at a grand total of six (6) in iTunes. And every time Patrick's face fills the screen about 20 seconds in, I have to pause it. My sister says that she's never seen me act like this before, but my friends sure have.
Did you know he was only nineteen when Take This To Your Grave came out? Makes me feel unaccomplished. Only a few more years to go ... ... dammit. 14 December 2006
QUICKTIME(c) LONG FIND I have learnt a few things today. In no particular order (such as chronological, numerical, or alphabetical) they are as follows: 1) QuickTime has disappeared on my laptop. 2) The iPod also doesn’t allow Music Videos to be uploaded that aren’t exactly MPEGs. Just because they’re wma.s, and all muxed up (yes, that's really a term, and no, I'm not just channelling New Zullanders) … you don’t have to discriminate, iTunes. Wma.s have feelings to, just like emos. 3) Patrick Stump is MUCH cuter than Pete Wentz. Especially circa Grand Theft Autumn, where his sideburns don’t look like they belong in the fifties too much. His innocent-looking eyes make me giddy and send me grinning like some stupid idiot.
4) Gerard Way is much better looking as a close-cropped blond. Mikey also looks better now that he has had Lasik surgery, and his hair isn’t the colour that the water tends to turn whenever I wash the dishes. 5) The bottom of the laptop gets very hot if you leave it on for quite some time. 6) The tickets to the John Mayer concert are $96.90.
7) I really would like to go to the said John Mayer concert. 8) Say the word 'group' ten times while you're really concentrating on the word, and it'll start to sound like it doesn't belong in the English language. 13 December 2006
YOU LAAAAIIIIK?? A sub-culture is born. Borat ... well, what can I say? He toes the line so many times (i.e., wrestling naked with his so-called 'producer') but he toes it so well. Good on him for being so oblivious to the nuances of western culture. The people of America didn’t know what hit them when Immigration gave him a Visa for a visit (or whatever you need to get into that country). What about Pamela Anderson? I wonder if she knew. Frankly, I don’t think she did. If she did, then I don’t give her enough credit for her acting skills. Good squealing on your part, Pamela. Borat aside, I saw the newspaper today with each subject's raw study scores. Wasn't in it, of course [eye twitches uncontrollably], but saw some familiar names. Good on them. 11 December 2006
CRUNCH TIME AAAAAAH!!! I woke up stupidly asking my sister whether somebody else had died. Instead, VCE results are out today, and she, like the wonderful person that she is, chose the middle of my dream of (yet another) me-at-a-gig-miraculously-knowing-how-to-play-the-drums-and-band-having-no-drummer-because-drummer-is-sick-and-therefore-needs-an-audience-member-to-fill-in. I am so proud, I think I crushed part of her anatomy as I enveloped her in a hug. But enough of her. What about MY Texts And Traditions results? Well ... those lousy scumbags. I wanted my name in the newspaper and everything! Cheapskates.
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