Hey there.
If this is your first time on this blog, may I just say "hi" first of all, and secondly, one thing you need to know about me, is that I'm a socially awkward person.
For those who have read some of my previous posts, this would be apparent.
So it's with this attribute that I freak out about tomorrow night.
I've been invited to a party - no, that's not the bad thing.
It's technically my friends second birthday party. She had one about a month ago, but because not many people showed up (busy lives, they have) she decided to throw another one - at a club. Not a night club, like an old people's club.
As a Facebook event, and being fickle, I put myself down as a maybe.
Despite throwing this party for people who couldn't come last time, it turns out that there's only going to be a few of us there anyway.
I was talking to the Birthday Girl (well, if you could still call her that) only a few moments ago when she told me that a few of the people couldn't make it, and if I go, there will only be four of us.
Naw, a cute, small get together.
NOPE!
Besides me and her, there are two others (I'm great at maths), two guys.
One was her ex-boyfriend - a Bogan apparently, who can be the bit of the jealous type. I've never met him.
Guy Two is an old school pal, and coincidentally, also an ex of the Birthday Girl. He just recently asked her out again (twice) in which he received a no (twice). He also cried about it apparently (woose).
Talk about awkward.
So here's where the problems start. I know that tomorrow night will be a competition of testosterone as they battle it out (over the dinner table) getting an edge over the other ex.
Birthday Girl will secretly enjoy it.
I will sit there, with my lasagna, wishing that it was all over.
AWKWARD!
There's a big part of me that will not go. I don't want to - I really don't. Because my Facebook thing is a maybe, I believe I'm in my right to turn around and say "I'm not coming."
However, I know I'll be a crap friend if I don't go. Also it might be fun watching a Bogan and a woose fight it out over a bowl of garlic bread.
But then there's the dancing.
The great thing about this old people's club is the Latino beats they play to get those seniors moving.
And so we plan to dance also.
But it takes two to tango (not three) and I have no idea how the dancing will go. Even if we make our own dance circle, I don't think that's going to make things any less awkward.
I'm torn. I don't know what to do, and I'm freaking out about tomorrow night. It's going to be awkward and it's going to be a competition all night.
What would you do? Would you stay, or go?
Have you been in a situation like this before?
Please, let me know. I need all the advice I can get right now.
Thursday, 25 April 2013
Saturday, 6 April 2013
Jealous Singleton - A Rant about being Single.
Hello everyone.
I'm back again, even though I should be doing Uni assignments, but let's not go there, hey?
So today, I was reading a blog (not on Blogspot however, hmph) about dating, sexual encounters and the like. Something that gets a lot of traffic, cause it's light porn for the guys, and gossip for the girls.
However there are some cute posts and it wasn't all bad.
This girl has had a lot of boyfriends and a hell of a lot more dates. I was happy to read it at first, but then the monster of jealousy kicked in.
I started to feel mad. Then annoyed. Then pissed off. Till finally I wanted to kick the daylights out of every human being that had ever been on a date (sorry).
Currently I'm single - and I have been for a while...a looonnnnggggg while. A lot of my friends are dating and if they're not - they are on the cuff and have guys in that motion heading that way. Or alternatively they have f*ck buddies and live life that way; whatever floats their boats, I guess.
Me however has none of these things (though I'm not big on the Friends With Benefits {FWB} thing anyway).
Now, 99% of the time I'm totally cool with it; no, truly I am. I don't have to deal with the sh*t a boyfriend comes with and even though I miss out on the tons of positive things - I'm busy with Uni right now anyway.
- I know the Uni thing sounds like an excuse (and it is, pretty much) but still.
But reading this chicks blog kinda made me miss the cute moments you spend with a special someone and the love that the two of you share.
I find being single in the 21st century (though when I lived in the 20th I was 7) is hard.
We are always reminded of love, dating, relationships and more than anything else, we are reminded of sex - and if you're not doing it, you're nobody.
I think nowadays the biggest thing is the S.E.X - it's such a casual thing, that even if you don't have a boy/girlfriend, you should be doing it with someone anyway.
Whether it be FWB, one night stands, casual flings, etc.
I'm not the kind of person to jump into bed with someone who doesn't know my first name - and having this mindset to sex has given me the 'traditional' stamp by numerous friends.
I don't see myself as overly traditional. I'm not one of those premarital sex is off the cards kinda gal (and if you are, I applaud you) nor do I act stuck-up or bitchy in anyway. I also have confidence and I don't think I'm ugly or anything - not that how you look has anything to do with it.
Guys are just not interested.
Growing up, I'll be honest - I would expect my older self to be in a relationship by now.
Where are the hotties lining up outside your door?
The cute, funny, smart man who takes you out on dates; What do you mean he doesn't exist?
So, there's no boyfriend you make love to every night?
Yep, my younger self would be seriously disappointed.
And after wallowing in all of this, so am I.
* I put the *'s just in case I offended somebody with my ranting, lonely swearing. Keep it clean kids!
I'm back again, even though I should be doing Uni assignments, but let's not go there, hey?
So today, I was reading a blog (not on Blogspot however, hmph) about dating, sexual encounters and the like. Something that gets a lot of traffic, cause it's light porn for the guys, and gossip for the girls.
However there are some cute posts and it wasn't all bad.
This girl has had a lot of boyfriends and a hell of a lot more dates. I was happy to read it at first, but then the monster of jealousy kicked in.
I started to feel mad. Then annoyed. Then pissed off. Till finally I wanted to kick the daylights out of every human being that had ever been on a date (sorry).
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Me however has none of these things (though I'm not big on the Friends With Benefits {FWB} thing anyway).
Now, 99% of the time I'm totally cool with it; no, truly I am. I don't have to deal with the sh*t a boyfriend comes with and even though I miss out on the tons of positive things - I'm busy with Uni right now anyway.
- I know the Uni thing sounds like an excuse (and it is, pretty much) but still.
But reading this chicks blog kinda made me miss the cute moments you spend with a special someone and the love that the two of you share.
I find being single in the 21st century (though when I lived in the 20th I was 7) is hard.
We are always reminded of love, dating, relationships and more than anything else, we are reminded of sex - and if you're not doing it, you're nobody.
I think nowadays the biggest thing is the S.E.X - it's such a casual thing, that even if you don't have a boy/girlfriend, you should be doing it with someone anyway.
Whether it be FWB, one night stands, casual flings, etc.
I'm not the kind of person to jump into bed with someone who doesn't know my first name - and having this mindset to sex has given me the 'traditional' stamp by numerous friends.
I don't see myself as overly traditional. I'm not one of those premarital sex is off the cards kinda gal (and if you are, I applaud you) nor do I act stuck-up or bitchy in anyway. I also have confidence and I don't think I'm ugly or anything - not that how you look has anything to do with it.
Guys are just not interested.
Growing up, I'll be honest - I would expect my older self to be in a relationship by now.
Where are the hotties lining up outside your door?
The cute, funny, smart man who takes you out on dates; What do you mean he doesn't exist?
So, there's no boyfriend you make love to every night?
Yep, my younger self would be seriously disappointed.
And after wallowing in all of this, so am I.
* I put the *'s just in case I offended somebody with my ranting, lonely swearing. Keep it clean kids!
Saturday, 30 March 2013
Another Easter Post. The Downside of Easter as an Adult
I realised something today.
Easter is only fun if you're a kid, a parent and/or have kids around you during Easter.
Back in the days when I used to wake up, wake my brother up, and go for a egg hunt. In the morning it was at our house. Mum and Dad would hide the eggs when we went to bed the night before (well, you know the story). Once we'd collected all the eggs (once Mum and Dad remembered where they hid them all) we'd get a chocolate bunny and have chocolate for breakfast. And some toast.
Then at lunch we would go to my Grandparent's house. There (with our cousins) we'd have another egg hunt. This hunt happened outside (a much bigger area) and used much smaller eggs. This hunt was a lot more challenging and with extra people made it a lot more fun.
I'm also pretty sure we never found them all and thanks to my Nunnu's bad memory; we were finding eggs days afterwards as well.
It wasn't all about the chocolate though. The family getting together, the great biscuits my Nunna used to make, and well...just the tradition of it really, brings a warmth and comforting feel every Easter.
Then we grew up.
This morning when I got up, there were no strategically placed eggs on the TV, in a vase or behind a frame - not that I looked, or anything.
To make it worse, Dad had to work. So by 10:30, he was outta here.
When my brother got up (12 o'clock) Mum pulled out a carton of chocolate eggs. Except - even though they were the same ones we used to go looking for - she divided them up between the four of us (Dad had his own little pile) and we received our chocolate eggs that way.
I do have to admit, if she'd made us going looking for them, I would have told her I'm not a kid and complained that it was lame. But still....
Then we got our bunnies - except this year, they weren't bunnies. They were a variety of different chocolates; I love the more sophisticated chocolate; but there goes an old tradition.
But what about Grandma's house? Nope, that was lost this year too. My cousin's have gone down the Coast (those still living in Canberra anyway) and with Dad working, we spent Easter with my Grandparent's last night instead.
*I'd just like to say I'm not complaining about the chocolates (not that Easter is about that anyway, at all) I just miss the traditions we used to have, and now as my brother and I are no longer kids - in age anyway - Easter isn't as exiting and the traditions we had seem to be lost. Because as adults, I guess there's no need to keep up a pretence.
I suppose the Blog Title shouldn't really be 'the downsides to Easter as an Adult' but rather, 'the downsides to Easter if there's no kids around'. Though that makes it sound kinda creepy.
So if you are spending this Easter with kids - be they your own, nephews or nieces, family friends kids, etc - treasure it!
Go looking for those chocolate eggs with them, hide them in the most ridiculous places where no kid will find them, eat as much chocolate as you can, and have chocolate for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Remember this time to be with family, if you're religious ( I am, but I don't want to shove it down people's throats) remember Jesus at this time; it is one of the most important times in the Christian calendar after all.
Also, grab one of those round eggs, place it in your palm, and smash it against your forehead; just like my cousins and I used to do....Ah, the memories...
Easter is only fun if you're a kid, a parent and/or have kids around you during Easter.
Back in the days when I used to wake up, wake my brother up, and go for a egg hunt. In the morning it was at our house. Mum and Dad would hide the eggs when we went to bed the night before (well, you know the story). Once we'd collected all the eggs (once Mum and Dad remembered where they hid them all) we'd get a chocolate bunny and have chocolate for breakfast. And some toast.
Then at lunch we would go to my Grandparent's house. There (with our cousins) we'd have another egg hunt. This hunt happened outside (a much bigger area) and used much smaller eggs. This hunt was a lot more challenging and with extra people made it a lot more fun.
I'm also pretty sure we never found them all and thanks to my Nunnu's bad memory; we were finding eggs days afterwards as well.
It wasn't all about the chocolate though. The family getting together, the great biscuits my Nunna used to make, and well...just the tradition of it really, brings a warmth and comforting feel every Easter.
Then we grew up.
This morning when I got up, there were no strategically placed eggs on the TV, in a vase or behind a frame - not that I looked, or anything.
To make it worse, Dad had to work. So by 10:30, he was outta here.
When my brother got up (12 o'clock) Mum pulled out a carton of chocolate eggs. Except - even though they were the same ones we used to go looking for - she divided them up between the four of us (Dad had his own little pile) and we received our chocolate eggs that way.
I do have to admit, if she'd made us going looking for them, I would have told her I'm not a kid and complained that it was lame. But still....
Then we got our bunnies - except this year, they weren't bunnies. They were a variety of different chocolates; I love the more sophisticated chocolate; but there goes an old tradition.
But what about Grandma's house? Nope, that was lost this year too. My cousin's have gone down the Coast (those still living in Canberra anyway) and with Dad working, we spent Easter with my Grandparent's last night instead.
*I'd just like to say I'm not complaining about the chocolates (not that Easter is about that anyway, at all) I just miss the traditions we used to have, and now as my brother and I are no longer kids - in age anyway - Easter isn't as exiting and the traditions we had seem to be lost. Because as adults, I guess there's no need to keep up a pretence.
I suppose the Blog Title shouldn't really be 'the downsides to Easter as an Adult' but rather, 'the downsides to Easter if there's no kids around'. Though that makes it sound kinda creepy.
So if you are spending this Easter with kids - be they your own, nephews or nieces, family friends kids, etc - treasure it!
Go looking for those chocolate eggs with them, hide them in the most ridiculous places where no kid will find them, eat as much chocolate as you can, and have chocolate for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Remember this time to be with family, if you're religious ( I am, but I don't want to shove it down people's throats) remember Jesus at this time; it is one of the most important times in the Christian calendar after all.
Also, grab one of those round eggs, place it in your palm, and smash it against your forehead; just like my cousins and I used to do....Ah, the memories...
Wednesday, 20 March 2013
Writing Conundrum: A Piece That Doesn't Make Sense
So this morning I wrote a piece of children's writing for class.
The idea is that it's a stand alone chapter for younger children, but could be brought out with other chapters to make it a simple chapter book.
I was low on ideas.
But finally I came up with one - a shopping trip with a girl and her father.
I wanted to make it something different so my mind flew off into different directions that could make the story interesting, funny and most importantly, appealing to younger readers.
So off my story went, till I had something that I was pretty proud of.
Leaving it for a while, I continued with other work, so when I came back to edit it, my mind would be fresh with the story.
There was one thing in particular that stuck out in my mind - the story has no logic! It makes no sense and this could never happen in real life.
I got the idea all wrong, and my perceptions of what a fridge at the supermarket looks like is all wrong.
So now, I don't want to hand it in.
But I have to.
I cannot come up with other ideas (not at the moment anyway) and I know that whatever I do come up with, will probably suck just as bad.
But I must hand it in - for my whole class to see - a story that makes no sense and has no logic or reason behind it!
In my attempt to make it appealing for children, I have lost simple logic, making my story stupid and weak.
So, do I hand it in, and say 'hey, it's for children, it doesn't need to make sense', or do I not and it in at all. Hm, very tricky, and once again proves, that I truly am a writing coward.
*Also, no one else in my class has showed theirs yet (if they've done them at all) so I have nothing to go off, in how bad my story actually sucks.
The idea is that it's a stand alone chapter for younger children, but could be brought out with other chapters to make it a simple chapter book.
I was low on ideas.
But finally I came up with one - a shopping trip with a girl and her father.
I wanted to make it something different so my mind flew off into different directions that could make the story interesting, funny and most importantly, appealing to younger readers.
So off my story went, till I had something that I was pretty proud of.
Leaving it for a while, I continued with other work, so when I came back to edit it, my mind would be fresh with the story.
There was one thing in particular that stuck out in my mind - the story has no logic! It makes no sense and this could never happen in real life.
I got the idea all wrong, and my perceptions of what a fridge at the supermarket looks like is all wrong.
So now, I don't want to hand it in.
But I have to.
I cannot come up with other ideas (not at the moment anyway) and I know that whatever I do come up with, will probably suck just as bad.
But I must hand it in - for my whole class to see - a story that makes no sense and has no logic or reason behind it!
In my attempt to make it appealing for children, I have lost simple logic, making my story stupid and weak.
So, do I hand it in, and say 'hey, it's for children, it doesn't need to make sense', or do I not and it in at all. Hm, very tricky, and once again proves, that I truly am a writing coward.
*Also, no one else in my class has showed theirs yet (if they've done them at all) so I have nothing to go off, in how bad my story actually sucks.
Monday, 11 March 2013
My City's Centenary: Celebrating Canberra's 100 Years
Hello people of the Internet!
If you live anywhere other than my home town, I very much doubt you'll be aware that Canberra is turning 100 today.
And props to you if you know where Canberra even is - that's a big achievement in itself.
Yesterday I read a poem that a women wrote that told us everything she liked about Canberra - I tend to disagree.
Don't get me wrong, I love this city so much - BUUUTTTTT, there are some things that I don't love - like, I mean, I really can't stand.
So here's my poem in things that I 'love' about Canberra.
Canberra: A Poem.
I love Canberra.
I love how it's sweltering in Summer, and freezing cold in Winter.
I love how despite it's sweltering heat, we have no beach.
I love how despite our freezing Winters, we get no snow.
I love the Canberra roads.
I love the bumps and humps of the out of sight back roads.
I love the Canberra drivers. Those selfish bastards that hog the road, with fists of anger and loathing.
I love the Canberra people.
I love the Canberra Bogans, in their flannel shirts holding their goon bags.
I love the Canberra Hipsters, in their flannel shirts holding their goon bags.
I love Canberra's night-life.
I love the groping hands in Meche, and the perving eyes in Moose.
I love the bands no one has ever heard of with their mediocre success.
I love Canberra's reputation.
I love how no one likes Canberra because they think we're boring.
I love how no one visits because all the politicians are here.
I love how we get blamed for all of Australia's problems because we are her Capital.
I love Canberra.
*Just in case you didn't get the subtext - like is a euphemism.
If you live anywhere other than my home town, I very much doubt you'll be aware that Canberra is turning 100 today.
And props to you if you know where Canberra even is - that's a big achievement in itself.
Yesterday I read a poem that a women wrote that told us everything she liked about Canberra - I tend to disagree.
Don't get me wrong, I love this city so much - BUUUTTTTT, there are some things that I don't love - like, I mean, I really can't stand.
So here's my poem in things that I 'love' about Canberra.
I love Canberra.
I love how it's sweltering in Summer, and freezing cold in Winter.
I love how despite it's sweltering heat, we have no beach.
I love how despite our freezing Winters, we get no snow.
I love the Canberra roads.
I love the bumps and humps of the out of sight back roads.
I love the Canberra drivers. Those selfish bastards that hog the road, with fists of anger and loathing.
I love the Canberra people.
I love the Canberra Bogans, in their flannel shirts holding their goon bags.
I love the Canberra Hipsters, in their flannel shirts holding their goon bags.
I love Canberra's night-life.
I love the groping hands in Meche, and the perving eyes in Moose.
I love the bands no one has ever heard of with their mediocre success.
I love Canberra's reputation.
I love how no one likes Canberra because they think we're boring.
I love how no one visits because all the politicians are here.
I love how we get blamed for all of Australia's problems because we are her Capital.
I love Canberra.
*Just in case you didn't get the subtext - like is a euphemism.
Saturday, 2 March 2013
I Hate Lips of an Angel so Much!
Have you heard that Hinder song?
I don't like it - I really hate it.
The idea that some skank is ringing a guy with a girlfriend for emotion/sexual support is disgusting. And the guy is finding it hard to commit to his girlfriend cause said skank has 'lips of an angel.'
I feel seriously depressed when I hear this song, and want to kick the closest guy in the balls. Really hard.
I hate the idea that he doesn't want to leave his girlfriend and instead drags her along while he longs for someone else; what a selfish prick.
I dispise the way he says:
It's funny that you're calling me tonight
And, yes, I've dreamt of you too
And does he know you're talking to me
Will it start a fight
No I don't think she has a clue
I don't like it - I really hate it.
The idea that some skank is ringing a guy with a girlfriend for emotion/sexual support is disgusting. And the guy is finding it hard to commit to his girlfriend cause said skank has 'lips of an angel.'
I feel seriously depressed when I hear this song, and want to kick the closest guy in the balls. Really hard.
I hate the idea that he doesn't want to leave his girlfriend and instead drags her along while he longs for someone else; what a selfish prick.
I dispise the way he says:
It's funny that you're calling me tonight
And, yes, I've dreamt of you too
And does he know you're talking to me
Will it start a fight
No I don't think she has a clue
I bet she does you arse-wipe. The way he makes it sound like she's too stupid (or they're to clever) to get caught also pisses me off.
In this stanza there's also the mention of The Skank having a boyfriend. I hope the boyfriend punches this other guys lights out.
And in case you're wondering; no, I have never been fucked over by a guy in this way (or any way for that matter) but regardless I hate the ideas this song brings.
I guess it's because this whole idea could happen to me, these people could be anyone, and I'd hate to think I was in a loveless relationship. Ergh, even thinking about it makes me want to cry and reach for a bar of Turkish Delight.
So in conclusion - I hate Lips of an Angel. It makes me sad. And turn me apathetic to everyone.
And no. I will not post the song on here for you to listen to; find that horrible song for yourself.
Please don't.
Sunday, 24 February 2013
The Oscars and Remembrance
The Oscars are on Television.
And as the people go up to accept their award for their dominance in their chosen field...I'm taken back.
Back to a time where I was standing in front of a bedroom mirror, teddy in hand, accepting my Oscar for *insert obsession here*. Whether it was for acting, directing, writing... I was practising for when my real Oscar was awarded.
Watching the 2013 awards...obviously I'm still not nominated.
Best get back to practising then.
Hm, where's my teddy bear?
And as the people go up to accept their award for their dominance in their chosen field...I'm taken back.
Back to a time where I was standing in front of a bedroom mirror, teddy in hand, accepting my Oscar for *insert obsession here*. Whether it was for acting, directing, writing... I was practising for when my real Oscar was awarded.
Watching the 2013 awards...obviously I'm still not nominated.
Best get back to practising then.
Hm, where's my teddy bear?
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