Dear diary,
The day started like any other, i completed a few of my remedial house chores, phoned a friend and completed a few more daily rituals. Like any other day it hit 6pm and i got hungry, and i found myself perousing through fast food brochures as i had no previous dinner arrangements, and like always really couldn't bring myself to cook. I was browsing through my local fish and chips pamphlet, and one product caught my attention, minimum chips and knocked over a domino in my mind. No order is complete without chips, sure you could just have squid rings or fish, but really you're cheating yourself, its like that suit without a tie, its great, but its not complete. I thought about this and how it related to my life, and realized that i need minimum %$%^ to make me happy.
*conflict , sometime i make typos
I get my minimum conflict in many ways. You hear about people performing random acts of kindness all the time. Me on the other hand try to commit to random acts of conflict. Whether this mean that i deliberately take twice as long to cross a crosswalk, turn my mp3 player up loud enough so the person next to me can hear it, but not loud enough so that they can enjoy the music, sometimes i might even block the overtaking lane while doing a good 10km under the speed limit. Ok I'm not being an asshole intentionality , i'm a junkie, a junkie thats addicted to annoying people, if i could quit i would... but i cant . I'm just taking out my addiction in the most responsible way i know how, on random unsuspecting bystanders. What am I supposed to do? take it all out on one person, dont be stupid that would be irresponsible.
**Orders fish and chips**
I'm still quite responsible though as I do everything I can to suppress this need for conflict. whether that might be getting enough sleep at night so i have more energy to resist my urge, ordering takeaway so i dont need to deal with the stress of cooking and cleaning up, or even avoiding hard work wherever possible so that i have more time to deal with my addiction.
So next time I see someone deliberately walk slowly across a crosswalk, or listen to their music too loud, i can understand that they are just getting their conflict fix out of the way, so that they can continue living their lives like normal people, because at the end of the day isnt that what we want? to be normal.
dazzatwentytwo signing off
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
I've never won best dressed
Dear diary.
Every now and then i like to sway from my traditional casual wardrobe (slim fit jeans(not to be mistaken for skinny) and t-shirt sometimes a polo if i'm feeling extra important. On these occasions i go all out as i attempt to become a stereotype. I'm not trying to be the worlds poster boy for these stereotypes, though i would like to be the best out of a public sample space of 50 people or less. Though unfortunately my attention to detail leaves me coming in second best. Some memorable ones come to mind, my failed attempt at :
A bogan.
A bogan is one of Australias, more well known stereotypes. They enjoy going about their day to day lives disregarding all sense of fashion, drinking cheap Australian beer, can often be found driving around in their falcon or commodore, listen to bands such as acdc, cold chisel and midnight oil, and are generally pretty tough and ruff people, as indicated by their watching of tuff(its how a bogan spells tough) sports such as v8 racing and aussie rules. As introduced by previous diary entries i'm against discrimination and see bogans just as one of Australias predominant subcultures. Hats off to them though, they are patriotic people, keeping traditions alive and generally hard workers, its unfortunate that the few violent, racist and have lead for a bad name for the rest of them. Back to me, so here i was looking in my wardrobe to pick the attire that would best suit the ocassion. I picked out a short pair of black board shorts (i don't own any stubbies), a borrowed bintang singlet* that i have no intention of giving back (thanks little cousin max), thongs and a carton of VB (victoria bitter, an iconic australian beer, that against popular belief doesn't actually taste that bad when cold, ive actually enjoyed a good many stubbies over the period of my life so far). Now because i was attending a poker game at a friends house that was less than 2km away, i thought id showcase my outfit. It was going so well 1.5km down and people had crossed the street to avoid walking past me, id received atleast 3 dirty looks from members of the local population. Then bam there he was overtaking me from the left (I was on the footpath so it wasn't an illegal road maneuver),the guy who was going to outdo all my hard work,and he didnt even need beer.he had put so much more effort into his costume(i say costume but it was more than likely his day to day wear). He was sporting a mullet(a traditional bogan haircut) and tomato sauce stains down his singlet (Like all true Aussies, bogans enjoy meat pies, but they also wear stains on their clothes like war medals, to indicate to passerbys that "Yes i did eat a meat pie earlier on in the day, heres my stain to prove it"). I was second place, and everyone knows, your either first or your last.
*A bin tang singlet is a popular purchase from bali. Change is usually provided from a $1 for the savy shopper. Imo this made it all the more authentic as i have never been to bali and did not own the singlet i was wearing.
Hardcore.
Hardcore people listen to hard rock, or sometimes even metal. They too are generally tough people. I gave it my best attempt, my head was already shaved** i sourced some skinny leg jeans and a leather jacket from my wardrobe and proceeded to show the world how well i had done by taking a train into the city. I was quite proud at how well id done, so i thought id compete against everyone catching public transport that night. I hadnt even made it two stops when some guy walks in wearing boots (i knew i had missed something), a rage against the machine t-shirt(I love these guys but they are definitely hardcore rockers), a stud in one ear(a stud in one ear is hardcore, a stud in two is camp), and tattoos all over his neck and arms not to mention he was styling some dreadies that looked like they hadent been washed... ever (They didnt smell they just looked extremely greasy, so it posed no hygiene issue in case you were wondering(and no i dont go up to random people and smell their hair, he sat next to me, i didnt dare talk though incase i was discovered for the fraud i was)). If i hadn't already made previous plans in the city i would have gotten off the train right then and there, he had clearly beaten me.
**Haircuts like a shaved haircut and dreadies are traditional hardcore haircuts, with the progression of style, this has evolved to hair straightening and dyeing, but im a traditionalist so shaved head worked fine for me.
Unfortunately ive run out of room for this diary entry so will continue my dress up attempts in another entry.
dazzatwentytwo signing off
Every now and then i like to sway from my traditional casual wardrobe (slim fit jeans(not to be mistaken for skinny) and t-shirt sometimes a polo if i'm feeling extra important. On these occasions i go all out as i attempt to become a stereotype. I'm not trying to be the worlds poster boy for these stereotypes, though i would like to be the best out of a public sample space of 50 people or less. Though unfortunately my attention to detail leaves me coming in second best. Some memorable ones come to mind, my failed attempt at :
A bogan.
A bogan is one of Australias, more well known stereotypes. They enjoy going about their day to day lives disregarding all sense of fashion, drinking cheap Australian beer, can often be found driving around in their falcon or commodore, listen to bands such as acdc, cold chisel and midnight oil, and are generally pretty tough and ruff people, as indicated by their watching of tuff(its how a bogan spells tough) sports such as v8 racing and aussie rules. As introduced by previous diary entries i'm against discrimination and see bogans just as one of Australias predominant subcultures. Hats off to them though, they are patriotic people, keeping traditions alive and generally hard workers, its unfortunate that the few violent, racist and have lead for a bad name for the rest of them. Back to me, so here i was looking in my wardrobe to pick the attire that would best suit the ocassion. I picked out a short pair of black board shorts (i don't own any stubbies), a borrowed bintang singlet* that i have no intention of giving back (thanks little cousin max), thongs and a carton of VB (victoria bitter, an iconic australian beer, that against popular belief doesn't actually taste that bad when cold, ive actually enjoyed a good many stubbies over the period of my life so far). Now because i was attending a poker game at a friends house that was less than 2km away, i thought id showcase my outfit. It was going so well 1.5km down and people had crossed the street to avoid walking past me, id received atleast 3 dirty looks from members of the local population. Then bam there he was overtaking me from the left (I was on the footpath so it wasn't an illegal road maneuver),the guy who was going to outdo all my hard work,and he didnt even need beer.he had put so much more effort into his costume(i say costume but it was more than likely his day to day wear). He was sporting a mullet(a traditional bogan haircut) and tomato sauce stains down his singlet (Like all true Aussies, bogans enjoy meat pies, but they also wear stains on their clothes like war medals, to indicate to passerbys that "Yes i did eat a meat pie earlier on in the day, heres my stain to prove it"). I was second place, and everyone knows, your either first or your last.
*A bin tang singlet is a popular purchase from bali. Change is usually provided from a $1 for the savy shopper. Imo this made it all the more authentic as i have never been to bali and did not own the singlet i was wearing.
Hardcore.
Hardcore people listen to hard rock, or sometimes even metal. They too are generally tough people. I gave it my best attempt, my head was already shaved** i sourced some skinny leg jeans and a leather jacket from my wardrobe and proceeded to show the world how well i had done by taking a train into the city. I was quite proud at how well id done, so i thought id compete against everyone catching public transport that night. I hadnt even made it two stops when some guy walks in wearing boots (i knew i had missed something), a rage against the machine t-shirt(I love these guys but they are definitely hardcore rockers), a stud in one ear(a stud in one ear is hardcore, a stud in two is camp), and tattoos all over his neck and arms not to mention he was styling some dreadies that looked like they hadent been washed... ever (They didnt smell they just looked extremely greasy, so it posed no hygiene issue in case you were wondering(and no i dont go up to random people and smell their hair, he sat next to me, i didnt dare talk though incase i was discovered for the fraud i was)). If i hadn't already made previous plans in the city i would have gotten off the train right then and there, he had clearly beaten me.
**Haircuts like a shaved haircut and dreadies are traditional hardcore haircuts, with the progression of style, this has evolved to hair straightening and dyeing, but im a traditionalist so shaved head worked fine for me.
Unfortunately ive run out of room for this diary entry so will continue my dress up attempts in another entry.
dazzatwentytwo signing off
Why im better than you
Dear diary,
I've been reading my past entries, reliving past memories, and just really absorbing how much of a hero i really am. And to be honest i think its time a recap to remind myself. Of course i cant go, into the full details of every act of heroism i have taken part in, my keyboard simply cant handle that kind of punishment.
I catch public transport, instead of driving.
It really helps me sleep at night knowing that, i am single handedly saving the environment one tree at a time. I also make a conscious effort to put all my rubbish into the bin and to use green bags(those bage made out of canvas) whenever i go shopping, instead of plastic, because we all know plastic is the environments worst enemy. I check my mail box every day, because i know that if mother nature, ever learns to master the keyboard or pen and paper, that i will be receiving a thank you letter. Me being the brilliant mind i am understands that evolution takes time, and so i am patiently waiting for that day. Thats another good quality of mine, im patient and happy to wait. I really dont know how i do it, i guess its all just part of being a hero.
I smile at everyone i come into contact with.
It burdens my conscience to know that online communication is slowly taking its market share on smiles, with its new and innovative expressions such as :) or :D, which aren't real smiles. They are more a text based representation of a real smile, and since they are only two dimensional, lacking serious attention to detail(you dont see dimples on a text based smile), and so black and white(double connotations implied) they only supply 2% HF of a real smile(happiness factor) . Though me being the humanitarian that i am, do my best to keep peoples daily real smile count as high as i can, whether i am genuinely happy or not, i will provide the general public with smile aid, its just part of what i do to make the world a better place.
I keep the economy going. Whether or not we are in a financial crisis, like that being experienced from 2007-now, or a boom, I will continue to do my bit. I will be spending money on goods and services, until my dieing breath. I could easily do what so many selfish people do and go live off the land, hunting animals and foraging fruit and vegetables , not contributing a dime. Though me being the selfless person i am, will put myself through the pain of consuming another cappuccino, chocolate bar or a new accessory for my iphone, because i know thats what it takes to keep the economy going. Sometimes i think its thanks to me that Australia's economy is in such a good state.
I could go on for much longer, though i think im going to stop here, my wrists are hurting just at the thought of it....
dazzatwentytwo signing off
--more 2010 druel
I've been reading my past entries, reliving past memories, and just really absorbing how much of a hero i really am. And to be honest i think its time a recap to remind myself. Of course i cant go, into the full details of every act of heroism i have taken part in, my keyboard simply cant handle that kind of punishment.
I catch public transport, instead of driving.
It really helps me sleep at night knowing that, i am single handedly saving the environment one tree at a time. I also make a conscious effort to put all my rubbish into the bin and to use green bags(those bage made out of canvas) whenever i go shopping, instead of plastic, because we all know plastic is the environments worst enemy. I check my mail box every day, because i know that if mother nature, ever learns to master the keyboard or pen and paper, that i will be receiving a thank you letter. Me being the brilliant mind i am understands that evolution takes time, and so i am patiently waiting for that day. Thats another good quality of mine, im patient and happy to wait. I really dont know how i do it, i guess its all just part of being a hero.
I smile at everyone i come into contact with.
It burdens my conscience to know that online communication is slowly taking its market share on smiles, with its new and innovative expressions such as :) or :D, which aren't real smiles. They are more a text based representation of a real smile, and since they are only two dimensional, lacking serious attention to detail(you dont see dimples on a text based smile), and so black and white(double connotations implied) they only supply 2% HF of a real smile(happiness factor) . Though me being the humanitarian that i am, do my best to keep peoples daily real smile count as high as i can, whether i am genuinely happy or not, i will provide the general public with smile aid, its just part of what i do to make the world a better place.
I keep the economy going. Whether or not we are in a financial crisis, like that being experienced from 2007-now, or a boom, I will continue to do my bit. I will be spending money on goods and services, until my dieing breath. I could easily do what so many selfish people do and go live off the land, hunting animals and foraging fruit and vegetables , not contributing a dime. Though me being the selfless person i am, will put myself through the pain of consuming another cappuccino, chocolate bar or a new accessory for my iphone, because i know thats what it takes to keep the economy going. Sometimes i think its thanks to me that Australia's economy is in such a good state.
I could go on for much longer, though i think im going to stop here, my wrists are hurting just at the thought of it....
dazzatwentytwo signing off
--more 2010 druel
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Breaking down the barriers
Dear diary,
Today like many other days, i was forced into saying something i really didn't want to say, and something i really didn't believe and all in the name of political correctness and being nice. Which i think is fair enough as i think if we operate in these parameters long enough we will abolish, all forms of discrimination. You never hear someone call some-one a fat bastard or a skinny runt* it will be wiped out of pop culture forever and people would no longer discriminate against people because of their physical appearance. Oh i almost forgot the gingers, poor bunch of people, its sad that no matter how much they achieve in life.... at the end of the day they will still be ginger.... im joking i love all my ginger friends, but i do see what toll being a ginger takes on peoples life.... atleast im going to claim to, to sound more like the hero i am :D.
*i dont think "skinny runts" get all the sympathy they deserve. I'm one of those people that are a bit more slight of build than the average guy, but unlike many more of my kind i dont have any kind of athletic advantage on my larger counterparts. may it be reflexes, speed or strength. So sure maybe i could just go and have a burger.... GUESS WHAT IVE HAD 12, or maybe i could just go to the gym.... well yer sure maybe you could also do cardio. What im really trying to get across is that i think fat and skinny people should be seen as equals, you know a bit of gym and exercise fixes both our problems, we're really just the same. Abolishing the barriers between people of different sizes, thats what im all about.
Now, i work in a line of work where people skills are vital, so manners and etiquette are of the up-most importance to be successful in my job*. At least im sure thats what one of the HR(human resources) team told me, and i do believe that good etiquette is a vital tool when interacting with other people. Though its gotten to the stage where i suppress my opinion that much that i've become like a computer with allot of my responses question and answers that i use to interact with people (this being people ive just met, generally i find among my friends i can say whatever it is i want, without too much judgment, thats probably the thing i most value about my friends). To help combat this though ive recently taken advantage of the notes feature in my phone, where i type in what i would have said in the "room of no consequence"** , and then later going back and reading it for my own comical amusement(sad but true sometimes this is the highlight of my day), before then going through and deleting it all, so that if one day i do lose my phone people dont get insights into my thought about certain demographics, (thats me doing my bit to stay politically correct, i'm all about breaking down the barriers). It's little things like this that i think keeps me sane or otherwise. I think that wraps up what i wanted to talk about, until next time.....
dazzatwentytwo signing off
Today like many other days, i was forced into saying something i really didn't want to say, and something i really didn't believe and all in the name of political correctness and being nice. Which i think is fair enough as i think if we operate in these parameters long enough we will abolish, all forms of discrimination. You never hear someone call some-one a fat bastard or a skinny runt* it will be wiped out of pop culture forever and people would no longer discriminate against people because of their physical appearance. Oh i almost forgot the gingers, poor bunch of people, its sad that no matter how much they achieve in life.... at the end of the day they will still be ginger.... im joking i love all my ginger friends, but i do see what toll being a ginger takes on peoples life.... atleast im going to claim to, to sound more like the hero i am :D.
*i dont think "skinny runts" get all the sympathy they deserve. I'm one of those people that are a bit more slight of build than the average guy, but unlike many more of my kind i dont have any kind of athletic advantage on my larger counterparts. may it be reflexes, speed or strength. So sure maybe i could just go and have a burger.... GUESS WHAT IVE HAD 12, or maybe i could just go to the gym.... well yer sure maybe you could also do cardio. What im really trying to get across is that i think fat and skinny people should be seen as equals, you know a bit of gym and exercise fixes both our problems, we're really just the same. Abolishing the barriers between people of different sizes, thats what im all about.
Now, i work in a line of work where people skills are vital, so manners and etiquette are of the up-most importance to be successful in my job*. At least im sure thats what one of the HR(human resources) team told me, and i do believe that good etiquette is a vital tool when interacting with other people. Though its gotten to the stage where i suppress my opinion that much that i've become like a computer with allot of my responses question and answers that i use to interact with people (this being people ive just met, generally i find among my friends i can say whatever it is i want, without too much judgment, thats probably the thing i most value about my friends). To help combat this though ive recently taken advantage of the notes feature in my phone, where i type in what i would have said in the "room of no consequence"** , and then later going back and reading it for my own comical amusement(sad but true sometimes this is the highlight of my day), before then going through and deleting it all, so that if one day i do lose my phone people dont get insights into my thought about certain demographics, (thats me doing my bit to stay politically correct, i'm all about breaking down the barriers). It's little things like this that i think keeps me sane or otherwise. I think that wraps up what i wanted to talk about, until next time.....
*Just for the record i do a no brainer job in hospitality, where i either go around picking up empty glassware or serve patrons drinks, or sometimes i really skillful and i go all out, mix it up a bit and do both in the one shift.
**I'm pretty sure its self explanatory, but the room of no consequence is a theoretical room where i can go and say and do whatever it is i want with no consequence.... for me this can sometimes become a very dark place, though ill leave this for another entry at another time.
dazzatwentytwo signing off
A little bit more about the blog
Dear diary
as there is going to be very little useful information in this blog and it is going to be more a recap of my daily life thoughts and activities i have decided to stick to diary entries. And between you an me lets face it, I'm a bit of a hero, hence "Diary of a self righteous..... hero". Thats really as deep as the thought process went.
Why im writing a blog...
1. I have way too much time on my hands and well a blog seem like a semi-productive way to use my time. If anything i hope to achieve a higher wpm(word per minute) typing aperture(i really don't know what that last word meant... i thought id ad it to sound more sophisticated, hopefully it was in the right context)
2. I find that often in conversations i fall into the default position of the listener(People talk, I listen... didn't really need explaining) out of fear of becoming a selfish talker*... cos god knows i hate selfish talkers. So this is my way of being selfish writer. I find it very therapeuticall, its a chance for me to vent
*selfish talkers are those people that talk at you. They have hours upon hours of dialog that they deem appropriate to inflict on you on a regular basis, which i think is nothing short of verbal rape. I dont think i need to elaborate because we all know at-least one.
3. Some small(i was going to write "small" in caps to emphasize the fact that it really was a tiny part, but that really defeats the purpose) part of me thinks(or even hopes) that before i die i do something really dark and twisted. and then when i become Hitler famous for doing it (I say Hitler famous to identify the unwanted fame, i have no intention of killing a bunch of jews), they can make a tv show about me and say something about if governments spent millions more on cyber crime investigation they could have found this blog and seen "it" coming and prevented "it" (in case your not following "it" is the dark and twisty thing i may or may not do.... the mere fact that i used dark and twisty as an adjective suggests that i watch too much tv (Grey's Anatomy reference for those with lives... and kudos to all that picked it up :) ).
4. I figure one day i will become moderately wealthy, nothing like bill gates but i might have a few 100k just sitting in the bank. When i get to this part of my life i figure i might have a bit of a psychological breakdown and need to go see a psychologist who will be able to read these entries to diagnose and fix me.
Those are the main reasons in no particular order.
*** I'm sure that i will change the background eventually. but just in case you were wondering why i chose it i think that its because i played too many computer games growing up and i have developed a fondness for the "half life 2" or "counterstrike source" like artwork and i think that this one jumped out at me on a subconscious level... in other words i really have no idea i just like to ramble on about my theories.
I hope this gave you a bit more insight into my blog(if that was what you were looking for) and you were able to understand all(or any of it really). I know its hard to read with all the brackets everywhere... I'm struggling with it right now as i do my 30 second proof read (I try not to edit my entries too much to keep authenticity), thanks again for reading and..
dazzatwentytwo signing off
as there is going to be very little useful information in this blog and it is going to be more a recap of my daily life thoughts and activities i have decided to stick to diary entries. And between you an me lets face it, I'm a bit of a hero, hence "Diary of a self righteous..... hero". Thats really as deep as the thought process went.
Why im writing a blog...
1. I have way too much time on my hands and well a blog seem like a semi-productive way to use my time. If anything i hope to achieve a higher wpm(word per minute) typing aperture(i really don't know what that last word meant... i thought id ad it to sound more sophisticated, hopefully it was in the right context)
2. I find that often in conversations i fall into the default position of the listener(People talk, I listen... didn't really need explaining) out of fear of becoming a selfish talker*... cos god knows i hate selfish talkers. So this is my way of being selfish writer. I find it very therapeuticall, its a chance for me to vent
*selfish talkers are those people that talk at you. They have hours upon hours of dialog that they deem appropriate to inflict on you on a regular basis, which i think is nothing short of verbal rape. I dont think i need to elaborate because we all know at-least one.
3. Some small(i was going to write "small" in caps to emphasize the fact that it really was a tiny part, but that really defeats the purpose) part of me thinks(or even hopes) that before i die i do something really dark and twisted. and then when i become Hitler famous for doing it (I say Hitler famous to identify the unwanted fame, i have no intention of killing a bunch of jews), they can make a tv show about me and say something about if governments spent millions more on cyber crime investigation they could have found this blog and seen "it" coming and prevented "it" (in case your not following "it" is the dark and twisty thing i may or may not do.... the mere fact that i used dark and twisty as an adjective suggests that i watch too much tv (Grey's Anatomy reference for those with lives... and kudos to all that picked it up :) ).
4. I figure one day i will become moderately wealthy, nothing like bill gates but i might have a few 100k just sitting in the bank. When i get to this part of my life i figure i might have a bit of a psychological breakdown and need to go see a psychologist who will be able to read these entries to diagnose and fix me.
Those are the main reasons in no particular order.
*** I'm sure that i will change the background eventually. but just in case you were wondering why i chose it i think that its because i played too many computer games growing up and i have developed a fondness for the "half life 2" or "counterstrike source" like artwork and i think that this one jumped out at me on a subconscious level... in other words i really have no idea i just like to ramble on about my theories.
I hope this gave you a bit more insight into my blog(if that was what you were looking for) and you were able to understand all(or any of it really). I know its hard to read with all the brackets everywhere... I'm struggling with it right now as i do my 30 second proof read (I try not to edit my entries too much to keep authenticity), thanks again for reading and..
dazzatwentytwo signing off
Monday, November 15, 2010
Ramble of the day
Dear diary ( i think i might stick with this for a while),
I woke up today after a good 7 hours sleep, which is good for me... unfortunately though this landed me smack bang in the middle of the day (4pm). This inevitably means its going to be another late night.
There was\is alot of things i wanted to knock off my to-do list today, one being shopping... which isnt going to happen as by the time i get there they are all going to be closed. so its going to be takeout again for dinner tonight... I really hate writing about food with an empty stomach.
So i was thinking maybe subway or jesters. I like these two because i can generally eat them without feeling like crap for the rest of the night, though admittedly they are not as enjoyable at the time to eat as KFC. and because of this i still need my KFC fix once every 3 months or i just feel empty and hollow inside. I hear allot of people say that after a serious breakup.... when i say allot of people i mean Ive watched allot of movies with that cliche line. Thats what i fell like if me an KFC spend more than 3 months apart... our long distance relationship can only last so long, even with a fling with McDonalds or an affair with Hungry Jacks (aka Burger King).
I just created an adsense account for this blog so thought i'd casually go overboard and drop some brand names and see what happened. So back to my ramble....
As mentioned in my previous blog i started learning chinese, as an alternative to studying for my exam on thursday morning, though unfortunately that has come to an abrupt end as i have exhausted lessons 1-4 of CLO(Chinese Learn online), and me being the cheapskate that i am, can not bare to part with my hard earned cash to purchase education to further myself in life and such....
So here we are now writing another blog.... I say we, but really its just me. Its just one of those bad grammatical habits that Ive picked up over the years, i have no intention of correcting this as i believe that these small imperfections create character, and when i see\hear these in other people i think it makes them a little more likeable... you know as long as they're not complete speds and their grammar is soo bad that merely talking to them makes you so annoyed and mental that you could strangle them for wasting that part of your life listening to them (yes i am a bit of a hypocrite). This is one of the reasons why i dislike my friend fred (fred isnt his real name and i dont hate him, just talking to him for long periods of time makes me seriously agitated). I think thats enough ranting for today, or else i can see me turning this into a a hate blog, about all the things in life i ditest, so for now....
dazzatwentytwo signing off
I woke up today after a good 7 hours sleep, which is good for me... unfortunately though this landed me smack bang in the middle of the day (4pm). This inevitably means its going to be another late night.
There was\is alot of things i wanted to knock off my to-do list today, one being shopping... which isnt going to happen as by the time i get there they are all going to be closed. so its going to be takeout again for dinner tonight... I really hate writing about food with an empty stomach.
So i was thinking maybe subway or jesters. I like these two because i can generally eat them without feeling like crap for the rest of the night, though admittedly they are not as enjoyable at the time to eat as KFC. and because of this i still need my KFC fix once every 3 months or i just feel empty and hollow inside. I hear allot of people say that after a serious breakup.... when i say allot of people i mean Ive watched allot of movies with that cliche line. Thats what i fell like if me an KFC spend more than 3 months apart... our long distance relationship can only last so long, even with a fling with McDonalds or an affair with Hungry Jacks (aka Burger King).
I just created an adsense account for this blog so thought i'd casually go overboard and drop some brand names and see what happened. So back to my ramble....
As mentioned in my previous blog i started learning chinese, as an alternative to studying for my exam on thursday morning, though unfortunately that has come to an abrupt end as i have exhausted lessons 1-4 of CLO(Chinese Learn online), and me being the cheapskate that i am, can not bare to part with my hard earned cash to purchase education to further myself in life and such....
So here we are now writing another blog.... I say we, but really its just me. Its just one of those bad grammatical habits that Ive picked up over the years, i have no intention of correcting this as i believe that these small imperfections create character, and when i see\hear these in other people i think it makes them a little more likeable... you know as long as they're not complete speds and their grammar is soo bad that merely talking to them makes you so annoyed and mental that you could strangle them for wasting that part of your life listening to them (yes i am a bit of a hypocrite). This is one of the reasons why i dislike my friend fred (fred isnt his real name and i dont hate him, just talking to him for long periods of time makes me seriously agitated). I think thats enough ranting for today, or else i can see me turning this into a a hate blog, about all the things in life i ditest, so for now....
dazzatwentytwo signing off
Procrastination blog #1..... of potentially many many more to come (aka diary entry number 1 the beginning of it all)
Dear diary,
So i have an exam on Thursday morning, that i have completed next to no study for(its only Monday night...edging on Tuesday morning now) and i have suddenly found that i have a huge interest in learning to speak Chinese. Of course these interests only arise when i have something better i could be doing, ie. studying for my exam, which really requires a lot more work if i intend on passing the unit, and im talking pass, not get a high distinction or whatever these smart dedicated A++ people strive for (yes and maybe that was a little bit negative towards all those people that are doing better than me, but what can i say deep down i consider myself a pretty spiteful person).
Mental update: I just realised i am now writing a blog, this may be because the chinese lessons got too hard for my mental capacity at this time in the morning 3:30am* and i have found yet another way to procrastinate from either sleeping or studying... well done me
*Thanks windows clock you have given me an extra day, its only sunday night edging onto monday morning. I'm going to blame my job** for screwing up my sense of time.... even though it may or may not have been a little screwed up before then (I work at a 24 hour venue)
**side note... i feel like i have joined the armed forces ever since i started working there, because now when i go to check the time i act 'ard(hard people dont actually say the h imo) and say "19 hundred hours" when its 7pm of course and have a slight giggle to myself.
Thanks for reading my vent, i hope it was as therapeutical or enjoyable for you as it was for me. Hopefully my next attempt will be a little more structured.( i would say have a little bit more substance to it as-well, but between you and me i have no intention of writing anything of real substance).
Does that make me a little schizophrenic if im addressing my blog to you an me if im the only one following it atm???.... hopefully not and hopefully if your reading this its you a new follower(or 1 time visitor, i got nothing against you guys that veiw this once and then walk away never to follow or view again).
I cant think of any cool way im going to sign off ( i like the idea of saying "signing off" its like bringing back the walky talky era "blue bird to red robbin the chicken is in the pot-over, blue bird signing off", noone probably ever talked like that though, i think its just one of those things my head made up from watching too many movies.... ohwell this will have to do for now
dazzatwentytwo signing off
So i have an exam on Thursday morning, that i have completed next to no study for(its only Monday night...edging on Tuesday morning now) and i have suddenly found that i have a huge interest in learning to speak Chinese. Of course these interests only arise when i have something better i could be doing, ie. studying for my exam, which really requires a lot more work if i intend on passing the unit, and im talking pass, not get a high distinction or whatever these smart dedicated A++ people strive for (yes and maybe that was a little bit negative towards all those people that are doing better than me, but what can i say deep down i consider myself a pretty spiteful person).
Mental update: I just realised i am now writing a blog, this may be because the chinese lessons got too hard for my mental capacity at this time in the morning 3:30am* and i have found yet another way to procrastinate from either sleeping or studying... well done me
*Thanks windows clock you have given me an extra day, its only sunday night edging onto monday morning. I'm going to blame my job** for screwing up my sense of time.... even though it may or may not have been a little screwed up before then (I work at a 24 hour venue)
**side note... i feel like i have joined the armed forces ever since i started working there, because now when i go to check the time i act 'ard(hard people dont actually say the h imo) and say "19 hundred hours" when its 7pm of course and have a slight giggle to myself.
Thanks for reading my vent, i hope it was as therapeutical or enjoyable for you as it was for me. Hopefully my next attempt will be a little more structured.( i would say have a little bit more substance to it as-well, but between you and me i have no intention of writing anything of real substance).
Does that make me a little schizophrenic if im addressing my blog to you an me if im the only one following it atm???.... hopefully not and hopefully if your reading this its you a new follower(or 1 time visitor, i got nothing against you guys that veiw this once and then walk away never to follow or view again).
I cant think of any cool way im going to sign off ( i like the idea of saying "signing off" its like bringing back the walky talky era "blue bird to red robbin the chicken is in the pot-over, blue bird signing off", noone probably ever talked like that though, i think its just one of those things my head made up from watching too many movies.... ohwell this will have to do for now
dazzatwentytwo signing off
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