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27 October 2003

MSN Gossip

    Riss: Oh, a new boy on the scene! A lovely rugby boy ey?
    Kat: Yes, the boy is lovely and spunky - what more could you want?! I've met him once before (sober, thankfully). Oh, and he's 6 foot 3. Nice.
    Riss: Tall, lovely and spunky?! Niceeee. How old?
    Kat: Niice, I reckon....but older? No. He's a year and a bit younger...(is that bad?? -the correct answer is NO!!) haha let's just remember the spunky bit!
Why do women feel embarassed when they admit to being attracted to a guy who is younger than them?

Ear Candy: "A Praise Chorus" -- Jimmy Eat World

22 October 2003

Oops

I decided it was time to clean out my wardrobe, so the other week as I was shifting through some of my clothes I made a rather surprising discovery.

I own 10 pairs of jeans.

Yes, 10. And the thing is I only ever really wear two pairs of them.

And amongst that 10 I found a pair of Sass & Bide jeans that I forgot that I even owned. Score! (Is it just me or do Sass & Bide jeans have a tendency to stretch a lot? The other pair I own have stretched so much. Schmeh).

With that in mind I probably shouldn't buy those jeans I saw in Roxy yesterday...ugh, i have no willpower when it comes to shopping.

Ear Candy: "Round Here" -- Counting Crows

20 October 2003

My Struggle

“The personification of the devil as the symbol of all evil assumes the living shape of the Jew”
– Adolf Hitler, Mein Kampf -

I read Mein Kampf as a bit of extra reading during my HSC because we were studying 20th Century Germany in Modern History. And now as I re-read it (because I feel like re-living my geeky history student days), I’ve come to the same conclusion as back then: that Hitler was one absolutely fucked up twat.

I really don't understand how in such a short span of life, someone could get so twisted and messed up. I always wonder what really screwed up minds were like as children. What their parents thought when they put them to sleep in a crib at night.

Hmmm.

In other news: Queer Eye for the Straight Guy is the new Sex and the City. Monday nights have become interesting again!

Ear Candy: "Perfect Time of Day" -- Howie Day
(Howie has a new CD! Howie! Has! A! New! CD! *squeals* I need to find a store in Sydney that sells this or else I'll have to order it in from overseas)

12 October 2003

Mmmm

Your love is better than ice cream, better than anything else that I've tried
-Sarah McLachlan, Ice Cream-

I would just like to state that I completely disagree with Sarah there.

I don't think there is anything much better than ice cream. Or any food that contains chocolate in general.

And certainly, no relationship really stands up against the orgasmic Chocolate Nemesis dessert at Aqua Luna. Oh. My. God. Heaven on a plate. *drools*

1 October 2003

Blank

I don't have much to write. I've been busy- rushing here and there still trying to keep up, giving up on the keeping ahead- but still trying to stay afloat. There are a so many different things running through my head during the course of the day, but the moments when I sit down to type, nothing comes.

I have nothing to say. I don’t feel like there is anything worth sharing, no great stories, little vignettes or tidbits of my day to let you, my ever-so-loyal readers, read. Not that there ever is. Not that I really know that you're loyal. For all I know, you keep accidentally clicking on my page from other pages that accidentally link to me, and you curse those damn legs and dangling ballet shoes every time you see them.

Not that my narcissistic side really believes that- I believe you are really waiting around all day, desperately clicking, cursing the screen every time it shows up without updates. Fighting back the tears, you look through the 3 years of archives in pursuit of reading material of some sort, anything, just words from me to make you laugh, make you cry, give you hope and keep you going... In a hysterical mass, you sign the guestbook or email me with a desperate plea for words...

... Or not. However you should choose deal with these things is fine by me.

Some people's blogs are interesting and worth reading, and I read and appreciate those people whose blogs actually engage me in witty and engaging entires. And also for doing something I cannot do, namely keep it short and sweet. Or these days, be interesting at all.

Ear Candy: " Fall Your Way " -- Pete Murray