Category: General

My titles are so deep and meaningful I could take a philosophy major.

Slept at 7pm, thought it would be a great idea, maybe wake up at 11pm to do a bit of work and talk to friends a bit before going to sleep again. Turns out I slept like a log and woke at 2:30am. Didn’t get anything much done.

On the bright side, 7 hours of sleep!

With regards to the stoner article Mr. Bench Camper linked me (http://thoughtcatalog.com/2011/the-five-best-stoner-life-philosophies/, more specifically the last philosophy), it looks like what I’ve been doing for the past 16 years or so; it was rarely, if ever about me, and more about other people. Actually, I don’t even think I gave a damn about philosophies or anything in the past 16 years or so.

Then people are starting to say I’m becoming vain and shit recently. I don’t really think so and I find it rather painful to be labelled as such because I value modesty or something. So I’m being immodest and it’s worrying, I guess.
I should stop worrying for days over stuff like this, should I.

I’m rambling and I’m feeling a bit lonely all of a sudden. 🙁

Maybe because it’s 5:30 D:

BLAH when will this cold ever end

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A Little Heart to Heart (Piano Arrangement) – Taioo

Very, very confused now, like some concussive grenade went off inside my head. Was reading a book (Ghost Watch by James Rollins, I swear he’s a legend) out of boredom and realised I wasn’t really reading the words, more like scanning through the pages.

Things are turning so… saccharine, it’s almost tearing my tender young virgin lonely single heart apart. I’m feeling less outcasted and more blessed, more happy, more content. Less of a lamppost than a child looking up in adoration.

All the best, you… adorable people. Haha.

ksaldsldfdsbsv

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This question keeps coming up: Do you want a girlfriend? (YES I DO IGNORE THE REST OF THIS POST)

I’m not going to lie and say that I thought about it. I’ve never seen it as a question for me to answer (and I still don’t think it is) But now that I’ve thought about it- forget it, I don’t even have a pragmatic answer.

It’s something that’s popping up time and time again around me and on the train home I could see at least 4 couples at any time from my seat.

So no. I’m going gay or something I guess.

Blargh, feeling so uneasy about other stuff.

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My bloody earphones broke again. 9 days! How bloody fantastic.

My bathrobe was washed and is now being hung up to dry. I want to wrap it around myself and just drink some tea and huddle and stop sniffling so damn much blah.

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What I’m Looking For – Brendan Benson

Well I don’t know what I’m looking for
But I know that I just wanna look some more
And I won’t be satisfied
‘Till there’s nothing left that I haven’t tried
For some people it’s an easy choice
But for me there’s a devil and an angel’s voice
Well I don’t know what I am looking for
But I know that I just wanna look some more

Well I don’t know what I’m living for
But I know that I just wanna live some more
And you hear it from strangers
And you hear it from friends
That love never dies, love never ends
Now I don’t wanna argue, no I don’t wanna fight
‘Cause you’re always wrong and I’m always right
Well I don’t know what I am living for
But I know that I just wanna live some more

I used to be involved, and I felt like a king
Now I’ve lost it all and I don’t feel a thing
I may never grow old, I may never give in
And I’ll blame this world that I live in
I visit hell on a daily basis
I see the sadness in all your faces
I’ve got friends who have married
And their lives seem complete
Here I am still stumbling down a darkened street

And I act like a child and I’m insecure
And I’m filled with doubt and I’m immature
Sometimes it creeps up on me and before I know it
I’m lost at sea
But no matter how far I row
I always find my way back home
But I don’t know what I’ve been waiting for
But I know that I don’t wanna wait anymore

Looking for…
What I’m looking for…
Looking for…
What I’m looking for…
Looking for…
What I’m looking for…
Looking for…
What I’m looking for…
Looking for…
What I’m looking for…

Long story short, slept for two hours last morning.

Gonna post about majestic waterfront chalets later! It was a really fun 25 hours haha.

MAF wasn’t nearly as fun as I’d hope it to be, but so isn’t anything else. Ended up meeting the seniors at KAP and talking a lot and taking a taxi home because I was too shagged.

Ummmm I’m wrapped in a bathrobe I took from the chalet and it is making me toasty and happy although I’m STILL having a cold which really sucks.

More later, gotta stop being a chronic late-night sleeper!
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Oh, and I have a compulsive urge to be the last one to speak in every virtual conversation ever- I don’t know if it’s an urge to keep talking or some consideration for the other party to not get ignored. 🙁 I’m not making sense blahhh

Today was fun. All that going to Times to buy silly soft toys and sitting about talking about relationships and pittances and shit. Looks like nothing’s changed at all, just as promised. So adorable.

ALSO WRT: “You should get a girlfriend” YEAH DIRECT ME TO A VENDING MACHINE THAT SELLS THOSE AND THEN WE’LL TALK. Easy for you two to say BLARGHSKJDDWM

Still, looks like I’ve been worried for nothing at all. Although I yet had another stint of worry, I put my mind off it. Music did the trick.

FGSFDS why am I so simplistic. I can’t think of more than 2 things at once before I get overwhelmed and stuff kgajdfs

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Tomorrow: STRAHAN’S B’DAY

Saturday: MAF

WAHOO

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In other news I’m hooked on staying up late and I’m still sick blahhh

“Don’t cry because it’s over; smile because it happened.”

-Dr. Seuss

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Bruises – Chairlift

I tried to do handstands for you
I tried to do headstands for you
Everytime I fell on you
Yeah, everytime I fell
I tried to do handstands for you
But everytime I fell for you
I’m permanently black and blue
Permanently blue for you

I tried to do handstands for you
I tried to do handstands for you
Everytime I fell on you, yeah, everytime I fell
I tried to do handstands for you
But everytime I fell for you
I’m permanently black and blue
Permanently blue for you-ooh-ooh-ooh

For you-ooh-ooh-ooh
So black and blue-ooh-ooh-ooh
For you-ooh-ooh-ooh

I grabbed some frozen strawberries
So I could ice your bruising knees
But frozen things they all unfreeze and now I taste like….
All those frozen strawberries
I used to chill your bruising knees,
Hot July ain’t good to me
I’m pink and black and blue for you.

I got bruises on my knees for you
And grass stains on my knees for you
Got holes in my new jeans for you
Got pink and black and blue

Got bruises on my knees for you
And grass stains on my knees for you
Got holes in my new jeans for you
Got pink and black and blue for you-ooh-ooh-ooh

For you-ooh-ooh-ooh
So black and blue-ooh-ooh-ooh
For you-ooh-ooh-ooh

Do-doo-do-do-do-do-doo
Do-doo-do-do-do-do-doo
Do-doo-do-do-do-do-doo
Do-doo-do-do-do-do-doo
Do-doo-do-do-do-do-doo
Do-doo-do-do-do-do-doo
Do-doo-do-do-do-do-doo

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I live life like one giant music video/musical; I love how you can interpret music however you like and listen to them to suit your mood… Awesome stuff.

Did you ever have this huge empty feeling of depression, when you feel like everything’s gone to shit and life sucks blah blah?

From all the work that’s coming up, all the shit I’ve been through, the plain fact that I’ll get 25% for Computing, all the shit about others I have to stand, the fear that my apathy towards homework will lead to my demise, the constant, constant paranoia stemming from overanalysing body language and words.

Now I get seriously annoyed at everything. Everything. At how like-whoring everyone is on Facebook. At how everyone’s just being unoriginal by retweeting on Twitter. At social media as a whole because guess-how-much-of-a-fuck-I-give-about-what-you-think. About how my mother always blames my sorry ass for everything I complain to her about. At how people are talking to me on Steam/MSN. At how people aren’t talking to me on Steam/MSN. At how inappropriate people can be in public. At how damn desperate people are At how I’m always wrong just as when I think that I could be right. At how bloody stupid the Presidential Elections are. AT ALL OF IT.

I really want to talk to someone about all this meaningless shit now but the person I used to talk to… isn’t there any more. It’s really really depressing and I get very sad thinking about it.

All those late nights, just sitting at my laptop, fingers clacking over the keyboard. Chuckling at antics of the past, while listening to each others’ stories of lost relationships, emotional pittances and unmentionable woes. Those were seriously the best string of nights of my life.

I’m just wandering around and cold-turkeying now I guess. No one to talk to, no one to make you feel . An existential crisis if you may call it 🙁

So readers, tell you what, I’ll tell you what I’m doing now. And you can whisper words of encouragement at your computer. I want you to imagine this.

I’m clacking away at a keyboard, while slouching lazily on an office chair. That Ikea one, which everyone seems to have. Enclosed in the area between my arms, the keyboard and my body is a coconut with a spoon protruding out of the hole on top. The coconut is hollow save for the long handled spoon poking out the front.

Aaah fuck this shit I’ll go back to reading The Doomsday Key. EMO TIME

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Inaction – We Are Scientists

Call on the fates, this’ll take a second
While I fall on my face, like everyone else
and we can talk all we want, but all I can say
is that I’m sorry and I’m sorry
but I’m never gonna do it again

Counting on my relative friends
When this keeps coming up again and again
If everybody knows how its gonna end,
why doesn’t someone stop me?

Because I’m sick of waking up on your floor,
for the sixth or seventh night in a row
I’m lying next to you in all of my clothes – someone stop me

It’s hard to rely on the rhythm section
when they’re all packing up and they’re heading for the exit
Yeah, we’re all just the same, a bunch of slaves to fashion
Who are tall, dark and scared and just praying for some action

How am I supposed to know what makes this happen?
How am I supposed to know what makes this happen?
How am I supposed to know what makes this happen?
How am I supposed to know what makes this happen?

I’m counting on my relative friends (inaction)
’cause this keeps coming up again and again (inaction)
If everybody knows how its gonna end (inaction)
why doesn’t someone stop me? (inaction)

Because I’m sick of waking up on your floor, (inaction)
for the sixth or seventh night in a row (inaction)
I’m lying next to you in all of my clothes – someone stop me

I can’t keep counting on my relative friends (inaction)
’cause this keeps coming up again and again (inaction)
If everybody knows how its gonna end (inaction)
why doesn’t someone stop me? (inaction)

Because I’m sick of waking up on your floor, (inaction)
for the sixth or seventh night in a row (inaction)
I’m lying next to you in all of my clothes – someone stop me