exasperation .

i am currently debating with myself about whether i should go thrifting. this idea has been greatly influenced by aforementioned lookbook, and also the fact that i am poor (truth) and need more clothes (speculative).

although i have attempted to enter charity stores in the past, i generally walk out within a few minutes. it’s probably all about the mindset, and i figured that if i could break free of the other typical ideals from my background, why can’t i let go of this one?

it all comes down to the power of the brain. or the lack of…

pretty please .

i’ve been neglecting my blog in favour of playing the sims 3 lately. it has kind of taken up the place of uni in my life, which is slightly sad i must say. apart from that, nothing much but sleeping and eating have been on my mind.

i’ve discovered that i have a very big problem with a couple of the aspects of the sims 3, and i honestly think the sims 2 was more user friendly. however, i don’t mind the new interface. the only thing i really mind is how difficult it is to create attractive people. i mean, for goodness sakes, i don’t want my sims to be ugly okay, i want my neigbourhood to be full of supermodels that will never get fat even if they eat all day and never exercise. i want it to be my ideal. why does it have to be realistic?

squish .

it is the first day of winter today. oh dreaded, hated winter, why do you mock me so. soon the days will be swallowed by the nights, and life as we know it will discontinue due to the dread of stepping outside into the cold. sigh.

so on the train home today i sat next to a free newspaper the train stations in sydney’s cbd offer. usually i would miss out because i finish work so late, but today this discarded newspaper on my seat was just what i needed to keep me entertained.

i flipped to the overheard section first to laugh at the stupid things people have overheard others saying while in public. the stupidity of some of them are honestly appauling. but hilarious.

the usuals .

a few days ago, in public and in broad daylight, i said (a little too loudly) that normal people don’t matter. i was about to retract my statement before i realised it was true.

all that bullshit they feed you about how “normal people can make a difference” and how “your vote counts” is crap. the people that make a difference are not “normal” because if they were they couldn’t make a difference. and for the sake of this arguement i must mention that the people that vote don’t make a difference either; the politicians do. and most of the time their policies are practically the same, give or take the ultra conservatism on the right wing.

distrust .

i have the worst job in the whole fucking world. you may think your job can compete with mine, but you’re wrong. you may think that your job makes you tired and thirsty and angry and nasty and whatever, but i promise you mine is worse. this is because i am a telemarketer.

people hate telemarketers. my family hates them, so much that we had our phone number put on private so we could avoid them. and now i’ve become one. one of those earth scum that no one likes or trusts. oh the irony.

and you know what, the worst thing is: I HATE PEOPLE THAT REJECT ME!!! even though i was once one of those people.

twilight .

soundtrack: kell; dedicated // thoughts: of the rant to come

msn spaces revamped, and the current photo uploader makes you do things one by one. needless to say, i can’t be fucked. i’m thinking of creating a gallery for all my photos. maybe when i get bored of my holidays, which hasn’t happened yet. no need to worry though, there’s still two and a half months to go.

the rest of this post will be dedicated entirely to bitching about twilight. fangirls beware. actually, i think it might be good for the fangirls. they may come to a realisation, an epiphany, an understanding, a conclusion. the conclusion that twilight is a piece of smoking shit (things smell worse when they’re burning).

a muse .

soundtrack: rain, rain, go away // thoughts: of everyday mysteries

i waited more than half an hour for the bus today. it was pouring, and windy, and the covered area near the bus stop was completely full. if you’ve seen my bus stop, you’d realise that this means a LOT of people.

you know why there were lots of people at the bus stop? because the buses were full and kept going straight past, not letting anyone on. this happens once in a while on a normal day, but extremely often on rainy days. in fact, during the time i was at the bus stop, i would say about 10 buses went past me.

censored .

 soundtrack: phones ringing // thoughts: are on a roll

this post is targetted at AMNESTY INTERNATIONAL, and anyone that supported amnesty in their stupid GREAT FIREWALL OF CHINA campaign that i’ve already bitched about. especially the ones that blindly followed the shit they were pouring out, like i have said in aforementioned article.

first of all FUCK YOU. i hope you’re all reading this, even though you probably won’t. second of all, guess what our wonderful aussie government is doing? CENSORING (if this page doesn’t work it means the government deleted this site). funny, hey? people aren’t happy, but they want it to happen. and yes, it does put them in the same league as china, cuba and countries like that.