There are some odd things. I’m dealing. With. Today.

I feel like I’ve stepped into an alternate universe. Is it just me that the world doesn’t make sense to? Maybe I need psychological reconditioning.

I just finished reading “Brave New World”. It’s a disturbing book. No happy endings allowed. But then again, it’s not as if I read books based on whether or not they have happy endings. Sometimes happy endings are just… ridiculous. And they don’t fit in with the story. Take that movie AI for example. How did the ending of that fit in with anything? But then again, I really hated 21 grams because of the ending. Or maybe just the whole thing. I can’t remember. It wasn’t that it was a bad movie per se; just that it was so horrible. Everything that happened was horrible. I hate living in a world where things like that happen.

Calum and I were at Broadway today, having lunch, and some woman behind us just started talking so loudly. It was the loudest talking volume you can have without it being called yelling. Calum said, “go back to Burpengary” but I don’t think they heard. Lucky! Then, when we were walking through to King George Square, we were just talking and Calum said, “shut up” to me. I can’t remember what it was for. But there were some people walking past and one of them said “YOU shut up!” and they all sort of sniggered. Calum said, “go back to Burpengary!” to them too! I think I might have sworn at them as well but I can’t really remember. I was laughing so hard. Then Calum made a comment about them not having any teeth. That was funny too. We’re such fascists.

My weekend was fairly uneventful. Highlight would probably have to be random jagerbombs at Christian & Glenn’s place on Friday night… then random chicken wings, then random anchorman, then random sleep. And a random shoehorn hanging on their stairs. Gosh, so random! Then Saturday morning was Yum Cha in the valley (where else would one have yum cha?) where we waited and waited and waited for shark fin dumplings, because Christian is in love with them and wants to marry them and have like ten million of their babies. Not really, but they are delicious. When I got home I had to straight away cab into the city to catch a train out to Sandgate, then get a lift from Sandgate with Beck’s mum to Murrumba Downs for Beck’s housewarming. I felt a bit out-of-place there. Everyone else was married and had babies, and the boys were all in the garage playing pool and talking about baseball, and the women were all out under the patio talking about babies. Tanya (beck’s little sister) and I sat in the lounge room and watched the Simple Life. Then it was a rush to get back to the train station in time to catch the train back to the city. I ended up getting off at Brunswick street, and Chris picked me up and we went back to mine.

Then we went back to his place and drank three quarters of a bottle of vodka between us (and spilled half of that on the bench). And went out to someone’s birthday party at Glass in the Valley. I didn’t know the person whose party we were going to, but it was fun anyway. Patrick, Mutwa’s new bf, was really nice.

The weird part about the night was that I had stopped drinking before we even left Chris’ place, and I didn’t drink anything more all night, but I just kept getting more and more drunk. In the end, I felt like I was either going to pass out or throw up, so Chris made me make a video of him being funny by running up and down some stairs and then he walked me to a cab. In the video I’m really sickeningly drunk, and Chris says to me, “How do you feel?” and I fall against the wall and say, “Like SHIT!” So bad.

Sunday I still felt unwell, and so I just lazed around and in the afternoon I looked through old photos and notebooks.

That was my weekend.

So, what’s next on the agenda? Tuesday? Wow! How unusual. You say it always comes after Monday? Wowee! That’s amazing!

Anyways, I’m going to go … do something else. Pfft. whatever!

I went to bed at 8:30pm (that used to be our bedtime when we were younger. WEIRD! We never got to watch any cool shows like Melrose Place, Pacific Palisades, X-Files…) because I was tired and everything was boring and so I was falling asleep. And then I woke up at 3am! I thought it would just be like a little wake up and look around and then I go back to sleep again, like how a cat does, maybe even turn around in a circle as well. But no! I’m still awake! I had to write a comment on Christian’s blog because it was MINTERESTNG. Everyone has been talking about Frank Spencer lately, and I think it’s a sign. I think he’s going to come back and make fools out of us all, just as he made a fool out of himself all those times.

Oh it’s Lauren’s birthday TODAY! Happy birthday LAUREN. I hope you’re still asleep because it’s not good to get up this early on your birthday, then you have to carry the birthday positivity right through until you go to sleep and you’ll be all tired and it’ll be hard. Especially for you, who cannot cope with even just a little missed sleep.

I am never staying up for a whole night again and then going to work and then never recovering the sleep that I missed. It just stuffs me up too much. I keep going to bed early but I have an entire night of missed sleep to make up, and it’s going to take ages for me to get it back. Unless I sleep in for like… half the day on Saturday, but what if Saturday we can get Napoleon? I don’t want to waste time!

Zzzz. I think I’m probably tired enough to go to sleep now. Goodnight! Gute nacht!

Benyamin sent an email with this on it. It originally said “No! We no see your cat!” etc. But I made it funnier by changing it in paint. Yo momma. Lol.

This is Calum, Chrissie & me crying a river on Michelle’s last day as team leader. How will the new team leader go? We’ll have to wait and see!

Lol. Calum’s version: Bridge to Brisbane River. Record time: 5 seconds. Haha. For those who don’t get it: he means jumping off the bridge into the river. Probably the gateway.

No, these aren’t the same person! One is Johnny Depp in What’s Eating Gilbert Grape? And the other is Penn Badgely from John Tucker Must Die. How weird is that?! Pretty weird. But good. Maybe if BOTH pictures were greyscale this would work better, but meh.

A nigel puppy, and puppy twins at Carindale pet shop.

More toys thanks to the toyshop at Carindale (can’t remember what it is called, but it’s near Myers)

Some disgusting game at the toyshop at Carindale. Check out the Q-tip pointed at HIS NOSE with something gross on the end. Nice realism.

A little part of the cityscape on the wall at New York Slice was ripped off, and this sticker stuck on there. POURQUOI, MES AMIS???

Chris enjoying some New York Slice.

 

Harley being a poseur (again!) at New York Slice on the most fun and longest (and most random) night out on record. GO HARLEEEEEY!

Peepee’s big break as a star on stuffonmycat.com. (No, it’s not actually Peepee, but it does look a lot like him, and he would wear a saddle! What were you thinking, Peepee??!)

If the road to hell is paved with good intentions, it must be a pretty nice and well-maintained road. It’s nice thinking about all the good things you could do, at least at the time of thinking them. Not afterwards, when the time has already passed in which you could have done these good things, then it’s kind of nicer to think about all the nice things you could do next (but probably won’t). One of my good intentions was to write a blog, so I’m not one of those people who gets called a geek for no reason. If I’m going to be called a geek, I might as well make it worth everyone’s while. YAY BLOG.

So now that I’m back here, writing again, what do I say? Do I say… I once again have no money? Do I say… although I mostly don’t like having no money, there is also a part of me that enjoys the creativity that it takes to exist on such a paltry sum for two weeks? I could say that. I’m also enjoying listening to Interpol again. I’m trying to make a mix cd for Christian, which is daunting and fun at the same time. I’m irked by Itunes sneaky deletion of some of my music files, and the duplication of others. Why must you mess up my folder contents, Itunes? Is it because Macs don’t like folders? What do you have against them? They make things so nice and orderly!

A few things that have been reminding me of overseas lately: an email from one of our tour people saying she’s coming out to Australia at the end of the year; drinking chai made from soy milk powder infused with tea from the tea shoppe in the Adelaide st arcade; the photographs on my wall (even though they’ve been up for some time. I think it might have been because I’ve moved rooms and they’re in a different place, so it’s like a brand new reminder); listening to bands such as Bloc Party, the Strokes, Kaiser Chiefs, white stripes… This is mainly because I only had my BenQ MP3 player with me, which only holds 128MB of music. It would have been so awesome to have my iRiver when we were overseas… but still, it’s nice to have these songs that remind me of overseas, rather than my entire music collection.

I’m really tired. I can’t believe tomorrow is Friday. It seems to have come around quite quickly. Next Wednesday is payday, but hopefully I have some money in my account tomorrow from ebay sales so I can at least buy some of the ingredients for tomato surprise (and maybe just *obtain* the others, through kitchen cupboard raids. The only thing I can’t really raid for is the lamb. No one just buys a kilo of diced lamb and leaves it in the freezer for people to mistakenly (but not really mistakenly) use. It just doesn’t happen. That’s the sort of thing you buy just because you need it for something you’re planning to cook.

Gosh. I’m falling asleep. BORING.

Oh and btw, this is Napoleon’s myspace here. You should all add him as a friend. He needs friends because he’s new and he doesn’t know anyone here yet (he was only born like a month ago. that’s not a very long time to make lots of friends.)

PHOTOS!

    
Nic & Finn…. Calum & Finn… I never knew Calum was so maternal!

Emo Harry… Nice fringe! I can see all the emos now following a trend with some classy black capes and plastic hair. And drawn-on glasses. HOT!

Night scene at Mt. Gravatt. “You mean there actually is a mountain there?” I hear you cry. Well, dry your eyes, because YES there is a mountain, and YES it has a wonderful view, and YES it was frickin cold up there on Wednesday night. Christian put my tiny little digicam on a big tripod to take some photos. It looked funny. But the photos turned out nice!

Calum and I being normal at work. I don’t remember why we were taking a photo… probably to document how thrilled we are just to be there every single weekday.

Tomorrow night Noelle and I, and Noelle’s friend Melinda and her sister are going to see John Tucker must die at Southbank. I haven’t been to the movies with Noe in a while, because the last few times I’ve been too sick or too poor and had to cancel . But tomorrow night should be fine. Mum has given me some antibiotics, leftover from Rosie, because Rosie had already started a course of antibiotics from a script that had been left at the chemist from the last time she’d been sick. Then she went to the doctors again and got another script for some different antibiotics, which mum got filled, and so now we have too many. So I’m taking the extras. I hope this kills whatever bug I have for good. And I want to go out tomorrow night, in the Valley, and go crazy, and meet up with everyone who I have been too sick or busy to meet up with lately.

My throat hurts! I’m going!

I’m meant to be moving things into my new room, and getting everything set up (I think I have a grand total of five powerboards to fill), but I’m just taking a break for a minute. Like they did in Fearless, when they were planting the rice and the wind was blowing. Woooooooooo (that was the wind). It’s not really like that at all. What a terrible analogy. Sorry everyone.

How good is the rain? How good was the dinner that mum cooked tonight? How good is… Ok, I’m done with the how goods. How good is it not to come home to your anxious mother worried sick about her absent daughter? Well, I personally wouldn’t know! How good is it not to have to listen to ultimatums sung to the tune of “if you don’t do this you can f***in well move out”? (It’s a pretty complicated tune. Very dirgy. Lots of haunting violins and violent crescendoes). It doesn’t bother me so much except that with all the yelling and the slamming of doors I can’t hear myself think. It was literally like that… I was trying to listen to what my brain would think up next, and all I could hear was “call your father and you can go live with him!” Yeah right! I remember when mum and dad first split up, and dad moved to the house down the road (after we’d moved out to Maclean and then to Yamba and then finally back home again) and for some reason we were still meant to stay over at his place. It was one room! Down the road from our four-bedroom house! GOSH. And anyway, there were ants EVERYWHERE. Marching in little lines from every crack and corner. I had images in my head of waking up in the middle of the night with ants in my ears and my mouth, and all through my hair, and you’d never be able to get them out, and then you’d smell like dead ants ALL THE TIME.

This weekend was fun. Friday night was drinx for Tanya’s farewell. Apparently Kathryn showed up after I left. I always just miss her whenever work drinx are on and she ends up going out. I think there’s a conspiracy. Anyway, I had three drinks by 6:30pm (happy hour @ Port Office = $4.00 smirnoff blacks! how can they do that??) and so I was kind of tipsy when Christian picked me up. Weekend cool stuff: Thai, Saturday morning in the Valley, rolls from the Valley bakery (near Wing Hing), sun/shade baking in New Farm Park, New Farm Park fresh produce markets, Yum Cha Sunday morning, an impromptu debate in a city coffee shop, lazing around, Sunday afternoon movies. Sounds like a busy weekend, but didn’t feel as busy as usual, which is strange.

Aaaand highlight from today: Putting my camera’s memory card into the computer and discovering surreptitious, sneaky photos…

What on earth is Eh Steve doing? And when were these photos taken? I guess it will remain a mystery, as Eh Steve has neither the will to reveal his secrets nor the vocal chords needed to create speech. Ah well.

Ok. Photo time…

The tigers on my wall at work. I can’t remember where I got them from, but I think it might have been Dreamworld. Sometimes they are placed in compromising positions (by Nathan, of course), but they’ve been left pretty much alone lately. I wonder why…

The most disgusting electricity box thingy in the Brisbane/Valley area. For sure. (Like anyone can even know that Napoleon!) What are those little things? Why are they surrounding that man? He looks as disturbed as I feel by even just glancing at this atrocity.

This is Christian’s cat Neo being a duck. Or a boat. Zooooom!

Oooh I almost forgot! New photos of Napoleon! Look how cute he is…

Yay! Today’s photos of Napoleon were brought to you by: Brooke’s friend Sarah, Leigh, Brooke’s phone, Christian’s phone 1, Christian’s phone 2, some hot bluetooth action, and finally, lappy.

Tonight mum made a meal that was my worst nightmare: a concoction of egg, potato, tuna & peas. Gross! I don’t know what’s going on with mum lately… it’s as if, now we are older and more able to fend for ourselves in the kitchen, she has just shed her persona of being an amazing cook. Mums are always good cooks. But it’s been strange lately, what with the saltiest satay sauce on record, and now this mixture of four evils… I don’t think she’s doing it on purpose. I think she’s just preoccupied with living her own life now. Lauren is becoming a better cook. Once, when we lived in Morningside (Morningside for life ow!), we had people over for dinner and made this big vegetarian lasagne. Really we were just making it up as we went along, and Lauren only had one task: cook the sweet potato. She ended up leaving it in the oven too long and burning it. But the meal turned out nice anyway. Now Lauren has some things she’s really good at. She makes awesome minestrone especially.

This Friday night we’re having farewell drinx for Tanya. She’s going to the opposite side of the world. Drinx will be at Port Office, which I am somewhat surprised at because usually the first suggestion everyone makes is Embassy. I don’t mind the Embassy, but really only if we are in a decent sized group. I haven’t been to the Port Office much. Usually if I leave a place in the city, I’ll just head straight into the Valley. I love the Valley. It’s so dirty and dingy and apathetic. Those don’t sound like good things… but it’s just like… you can do anything you want there. No one cares. It’s becoming a bit more “city”ish, though. The Valley used to be a lost more Valley and less City. But now the City folk have started taking over. All good things must come to an end (That’s a dumb thing to say. It’s such a blanket excuse for not trying.) It’s going to be fun to go out with everyone. We don’t do it often enough. Even though I will be so broke and not even able to buy one drink,

It will still be a good night.

Blah blah blah.

I’m so tired.

Saturday afternoon Chris and I went to New Farm Park. We sat down on one of the grassy bits in the gardens and watched everything. I took pictures of the dead, grey ground and the sad-looking garden beds because I was afraid to point my camera anywhere there were people, since that law came out that you aren’t allowed to take photos of other peoples’ children even if they just get in the shot by accident. So I accidentally got a picture of guy sunbathing, through the gaps in the bushes. It’s really hard to see though.

Beautiful, lush, garden bed
    
My hands, and Chris’ hands. My hands look like they belong to different people, or one’s twisted around the wrong way.

After that we went to see the playground, which I hadn’t seen before. Chris has a phobia of children, because he says, “anything can happen”, and he recounted a story of how he was at a park in Ipswich and some little kid ran up and hugged his leg and thought that he was it’s dad, and Chris knew there was nothing he could do, whatever happened, that kid was going to start crying. And he just wanted not to exist. Haha. And then the kid looked up and realised it wasn’t his dad at all, it was Chris, and he ran off crying.

Haha.

beebeebee! That’s the message windows flashing orange at me. I want to finish this off because then I am closer to going to sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
Sleep sleep sleep.

Rosie’s cat in the jungle in our front yard

I was ill today, and didn’t make it into work. Last night when I got home from dinner with Willy & Chris I was so sick. Violently ill. The only other time that I have thrown up in the last ten years (even longer) was after our work Christmas party last year. Actually, not even after. While I was STILL THERE. Passed out in the bathroom. It was the horrible cheap wine that did it, and now I can’t drink wine without it reminding me of that night. Yucky. But yeah, anyway, last night I threw up, and this morning. I felt a little better after each time, but then would go back to feeling horrible soon enough. Then I had the bright idea to go back to sleep while I was still feeling relatively okay, and then I woke up about five hours later feeling somewhat more human than I had. Now I feel slightly sick and extremely exhausted. I will go to bed soon, but there were a couple of things I wanted to post about first.

Firstly, while I was away from work today, Calum acted up and requisitioned a mask from Gail (reasons for Gail having this mask in the first place were not explained, and Calum told me to stop asking so many questions about it. But I ask questions! That’s what I do!) And they got a photo of it.

Also it was sent to my phone, but I can’t get MMS because I’m using a ye olde Nokia craphone right now, on loan from the Optus Store while my phone either gets fixed or replaced (fingers crossed on replaced!). So I keep getting these messages that are from “99″ and say “message cannot be displayed”.  I haven’t yet tried to retrieve them from Optuszoo, I’m not sure if that is a possibility. I will check after I finish this post. Other messages in the inbox, I discovered, are left on there from the person who last got this phone on loan. I’ll have to remember to delete the messages from the phone before I give it back. But then again maybe I’ll leave them on there, so that people can read them and get half the story of random occurrences in my uber interesting life.

Before I took my phone in to get fixed, Brooke MMSed me pictures of my kitten that I don’t have yet because it was only born two weeks ago:

Cute! It looks as though the winning name is “Napoleon”. Rosie wanted me to name it “Button”, because ages ago I said that if I ever got a new pet I would call it “Button”, because it would be cute as a button. But if you look at that kitten, I think that calling it Button would be stating the obvious. Also, it might end up being shortened to BUTT, and I don’t want to do that to the poor defenceless animal.

I’m sure there is a special place in hell reserved for those that don’t think of the possible nasty nicknames a kid could get before naming them. (For further examples of this, please see the hotlinks on College Humor… this site is sometimes funny, but most of the time makes me lose faith in the human race.)

I watched Azumi 2 on Wednesday night, when Brian & David were over. They all watched V for Vendetta. I was thinking that I might want to get V for Vendetta one day, so I didn’t want to watch it again. I started watching it and then got bored so I watched Azumi 2 instead. I don’t think I saw the ending. Sometimes I have trouble sitting right through movies. I’ll get up and walk around and miss a whole chunk. With Azumi 2, it didn’t matter, because it was just like a live-action anime. Cool as. I love the whole feudal Japan feel of it. Check out these promo caps from the movie:

 

Cooool. Anime style. The movies don’t have big budgets, but I think they’ve done fairly well with what they had. It really is just like a cartoon. When someone gets shot, they do the whole blood spurting out like a fountain, and everyone dies with this really shocked look on their face, like they never saw it coming even though their careers involve deliberately placing themselves in life-threatening situations every day.

For some reason I looked up that “every time you masturbate, god kills a kitten” thing on wikipedia (here if you’re curious). I can’t remember why. I think just because the picture seemed so funny, that there were domo-kuns in the background, and the kitten doesn’t look like he’s afraid of them at all. There are a couple of different images..

But check this out:

I have a key of the domo-kun kitten! =^_^= Awesomo Powaaaaaaa!

And for another pointless exercise: Lauren’s cat Peepee (AKA PeeDoll, Doll, People, Peephole, Pole, Polap) loves me and won’t leave me alone. He sits outside my door and scratches, and it used to be just because he either wanted food, or wanted to be let out or let downstairs, but now it’s just because he wants to come in and sleep on the end of my bed:

But he hates poor Deedee (AKA Dinna, Deedee, Dee, Deedoll, Gomenschnala). Here is the proof:

In case you can’t tell what that is, it’s a picture of Deedee that was stuck on the wall beside my door. There are four pictures up there (there used to be five. Peepee has already ruined one of them beyond repair) and now there will only be three. I haven’t taken it down yet because I don’t want Peepee to have the satisfaction of knowing he’s forced Dinna’s memory further into the depths of forgotten history. Lauren said that Peepee was just trying to hug Deedee, but his claws got in the way. Well, I say that cats don’t have retractable claws for nothing. He could have kept them hidden if he had wanted to. No, what was done was very much intentional. I won’t hold it against him though; I understand that it must have been difficult living in the shadow of such a super duper cat as Deedee.

Ok. That’s enough crap. I’m going to sleep (hopefully).

Nathan’s friends Brian & David are over for drinx tonite. I have had one and a half, and already I feel a bit woozy. I think it’s because I’m still sick. Later on we’re going to watch V for Vendetta. I think I liked that movie. It was so long ago that I saw it, so I’m not sure. I’ll find out tonight when we watch it again. At least it’s not frickin Phantom of the Opera. I think the whole reason that play works is because everyone is in awe of the mechanics of it when it’s done on stage, but in a movie there’s nothing amazing about the SFX and so your attention is directed to the storyline, songs, and acting. All of which are far too overly dramatic and exaggerated for film. It’s much more suited to live stage action.

I just asked Calum if he thinks we could have another depression. Now I’m thinking of that book, “Somewhere around the corner”. I really liked that book, it was interesting. It was about this girl who went back in time somehow, back to the depression in 1929, and they lived in a place called happy valley. They were poor and there were lots of kids, but they were happy, and things were much more simple then.

Now we have everything we want and more, and I want to go watch Azumi 2 because I just got it out from the video store and it’s $1.95 Tuesday! A dollar ninety-five for any video! Bargain! I liked the first Azumi. It was like a live-action anime. So I’m going to watch the second one just for follow-ups.

I want to download the soundtrack to Zelda, because sometimes when I’m at work I get tunes in my head and I just want to listen to them, and I would so much rather be at home playing Zelda or Norrath or Katamari than be at work.

I want to see Battle Royale. I have heard about it but have never got around to seeing it. It’s ekka day tomorrow. I’m working. Goodie. There are 11 people in our team (out of 18) working ekka day. I guess the allure of double time & a half was more attractive than spending more than we earn in a fortnight at the ekka. I don’t think I’ll go at all this year. I’m far too broke. I’d rather spend my money on going out on Thursday night. Maybe Friday, who knows. I don’t know. Or Saturday… Last

Saturday night was fun.

I’ve got to do my pre-performance review statement for work. I don’t know when my pre-performance review is, but I’m hoping against hope that it isn’t on tomorrow. I just don’t have the energy for obfuscation and bureaucracy tonight.

I’m not going to think about it anymore tonight.

Noelle and I went to see “Cars” this afternoon. We were meant to see Pirates II, but when Noelle got there early to buy tickets, both sessions had already sold out. So we’re hopefully going to go see it  Tuesday night (Tightass Tuesday! w007!). Cars was funny. That’s the second kids movie we’ve seen in as many weeks – last one we saw was Over the Hedge. There were some Asian guys sitting next to me who got really excited when the cars did that slide thing, and one of them kept exclaiming “ah! Tokyo Drift!”.

My arm is killing me tonight. The pain is coming through from midway down my forearm, right to my wrist, then up through my thumb. It had been feeling better for a while, but I’m hoping this is just a temporary relapse. It seems to be improving otherwise. Four weeks is a long time when I just want to be able to use my arm NOW. I hope mum gets the x-rays sent to her this week, because I’ve only seen one of the x-rays, side-on, and I’d be interested to see it front-on as well. Actually I just want x-ray vision so I can see it myself, and in colour too! hehe. I’m a nerd.

I’ve added a game to this blog entry, but i’m not actually playing champions of norrath (due to my inability to use a controller), i was just thinking how i’d like to be playing it, killing all those orcs or whatever they are, picking up armor and weapons and selling them to that guy… yeah. that’d be sweet.

I cleaned out my cupboard tonight, and amongst my old bank statements I had filed away I found an acrostic poem that Lauren wrote for me…

C is for Cassie, that is your name
A is for angry man, your eternal flame (not)*
S is for social club, the discounts you get
S is for Sally, whom we’ll never forget
I is for Inuit Throat Song, that beautiful sound
E is for every animal you’ve brought home from the pound.

*That won’t make sense unless you know who angry man is. And I’m not saying. It might have been relevant last year but no longer means anything.

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I found what I have been looking for for ages. It’s not the same as I remember it. Leslie Nielsen is so matter-of-fact in the delivery of his lines that it seemed funnier. Now it just looks incendiary.President Harris: [to the U.N] So, an Indian, a Frenchman, and the Pope are all on a plane. The pilot says “Hey, are any of you not circumcised?” So the Pope lifts up his robe and says “Shut up, stupid! You don’t even speak english!” The Israeli asks the Japanese guy to open his eyes, but the Japanese man says “I’m not squinting you crazy Jew, you’re the one who sold me these cheap glasses!” What’s the difference between a Belgian and a lump of dog shit? The Belgian drinks wine, but the dog shit smells good.

New boy: Calum. Is very funny. Can be abrasive in an amusing way, and even though it might appear that I take people seriously when they are paying out on me I almost never am. We had a good time today. I wonder how many more times Spike is going to say to me “I thought I told you to stop smoking!” GOSH. Like I’d listen to you anyway, and even if I did, I DON’T SMOKE.

I’m thinking maybe I will have to go back to the hospital. But things always get better, so I don’t want to go because they’ll get better. And there’s nothing they can do about it anyway, so what’s the point of going? they can say “oh well you know we can do this or we can do this, or you can have these and that might reduce the severity of the pain.” But nothing is an actual solution, and it’s not going to change unless medical science discovers a way to knit bones together and re-align vertebrae. ’sif.

I don’t understand why, in the second xmen movie, Mystique’s scar from Wolverine stabbing her in the first movie showed even when she transformed. Like, if she’s a shape-shifter, why would that one part of her not alter? Why? Because it’s scar tissue? That’s lame. It doesn’t make sense.

I irritate myself.