Friday, October 21, 2005
You had me at "Dicks Fuck Arseholes"
I asked about doing Honours and I don't have the prerequisites. So dunno what I'm gonna do next year. Maybe enrol in some other degree and do the prereqs next year. But I wanted to do Honours next year! Fuck that. I've got the shits.
I had dinner at Pat's house in Strathfield yesterday. It was fun. We also watched a movie called Garden State with Natalie Portman in it. It was alright.
At the moment I'm reading a biography of Evita. It says she used sex to get what she wanted and to be honest what if it's all untrue? What if the real her was completely completely different, and imagine how it feels being the ghost of Eva Peron knowing that all these things were being said about you? Oh, the injustice. I bet she really liked Mr Peron and if she was really ambitious she would have ditched him as soon as he got arrested.
When I got home last night Marcus and George were watching Team America. That was good. Yeah. I'm still not talking to George. The other day Marcus and I discussed how we have never met any of George's friends. I actually stood up for him and said he's trying to meet people but Marcus reckons he's already been here long enough. Actually, George did ask me once if I thought he 'looked scary' because people out didn't talk to him. Like a big sister I explained to him that in Sydney you need your own pre-established posse and you don't go looking for new friends in pubs and bars etc. Otherwise you have to be a super-cool unique god-of-outgoingness who makes people want to suddenly line up to be your friend. As for the broad masses out there you have to start early and go where people have the same ideas as you. George also finally admitted that it was just for entertainment value that he declared he was the Devil and he wanted to cut me open and "eat my soul" but until he did I categorised him as just another morbid/slightly fucked-up German like Qili at the language centre in Taiwan. He explained that if you don't use something like that to catch people's attention, people won't talk to you. Sad. I feel bad for him because I know how snobby Sydney can be.
My Mum has officially become an old lady. She sold her car.
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Lizwa was having a shit day. She went up to a cave in the mountains and began a dialogue with the arch-angel Fabio.
"Arch-angel Fabio, who am I, what am I to do, why the f--- do I study Chinese, what the hell was Taiwan all about?" She cried.
"Dude," Fabio replied, "I'm getting my golden hair done right now, can it wait?"
"Oh sorry," she replied. "I'll wait."
Fabio after a short time indicated his hair was done.
"You've been getting Tawain-sick, haven't you? Reading all those Taiwan blogs, relating to all those little anecdotes about getting haircuts and eating Stinky Tofu."
"Yes, Fabio, yes! What does it all mean? Did it mean anything at all?"
"I may be able to help you with that, you sexy animal. The reason you went to Taiwan was to [CENSORED]. No really, from birth you have been destined to do crazy shit just for the hell of doing crazy shit. Above all, you just want attention."
"But, but, it can't be!" she cried.
"Yes, my child, I'm afraid 'tis so. Now that you've finished pulling your first stunt, 'tis time for the next," arch-angel Fabio continued.
"OK, just tell me what to do!"
"I want you to return to your village, and start a huge, huge mother of a monotheistic religion, that will spread into a massive empire not long after your death."
"Um, right. Anything else I can do instead?"
"Um, OK. Graduate your little useless arse out of there, go on the dole, and be an absolute failure who never fulfilled her potential in life."
"Um, OK. Thanks, arch-angel Fabio. Your hair looks great, by the way."
"I hope I was able to give you some answers to your tough, tough questions. Do not dismay, my child, for aswell as being destined to crave attention for the rest of your life, you were also destined to get the f--- over it."
And with that, the arch-angel Fabio flicked his hair back and disappeared into the clouds again like Mufassa in the Lion King.
Lizwa returned to her village and in this day and age, was prescribed anti-hallucinogenic medication. She tried to get onto TV, scored a spot on A Current Affair, and was ridiculed as a nutcase.
Later on that day she contemplated the degree of bitterness she was going to feel at age 50 when she would be overwhelmed with a feeling of discontentment and regret. What happened to her dreams? Would she even remember what they had been? What was life going to offer her? Or was it she who was to first offer something in return? ¶ 12:12
I asked about doing Honours and I don't have the prerequisites. So dunno what I'm gonna do next year. Maybe enrol in some other degree and do the prereqs next year. But I wanted to do Honours next year! Fuck that. I've got the shits.
I had dinner at Pat's house in Strathfield yesterday. It was fun. We also watched a movie called Garden State with Natalie Portman in it. It was alright.
At the moment I'm reading a biography of Evita. It says she used sex to get what she wanted and to be honest what if it's all untrue? What if the real her was completely completely different, and imagine how it feels being the ghost of Eva Peron knowing that all these things were being said about you? Oh, the injustice. I bet she really liked Mr Peron and if she was really ambitious she would have ditched him as soon as he got arrested.
When I got home last night Marcus and George were watching Team America. That was good. Yeah. I'm still not talking to George. The other day Marcus and I discussed how we have never met any of George's friends. I actually stood up for him and said he's trying to meet people but Marcus reckons he's already been here long enough. Actually, George did ask me once if I thought he 'looked scary' because people out didn't talk to him. Like a big sister I explained to him that in Sydney you need your own pre-established posse and you don't go looking for new friends in pubs and bars etc. Otherwise you have to be a super-cool unique god-of-outgoingness who makes people want to suddenly line up to be your friend. As for the broad masses out there you have to start early and go where people have the same ideas as you. George also finally admitted that it was just for entertainment value that he declared he was the Devil and he wanted to cut me open and "eat my soul" but until he did I categorised him as just another morbid/slightly fucked-up German like Qili at the language centre in Taiwan. He explained that if you don't use something like that to catch people's attention, people won't talk to you. Sad. I feel bad for him because I know how snobby Sydney can be.
My Mum has officially become an old lady. She sold her car.
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Lizwa was having a shit day. She went up to a cave in the mountains and began a dialogue with the arch-angel Fabio.
"Arch-angel Fabio, who am I, what am I to do, why the f--- do I study Chinese, what the hell was Taiwan all about?" She cried.
"Dude," Fabio replied, "I'm getting my golden hair done right now, can it wait?"
"Oh sorry," she replied. "I'll wait."
Fabio after a short time indicated his hair was done.
"You've been getting Tawain-sick, haven't you? Reading all those Taiwan blogs, relating to all those little anecdotes about getting haircuts and eating Stinky Tofu."
"Yes, Fabio, yes! What does it all mean? Did it mean anything at all?"
"I may be able to help you with that, you sexy animal. The reason you went to Taiwan was to [CENSORED]. No really, from birth you have been destined to do crazy shit just for the hell of doing crazy shit. Above all, you just want attention."
"But, but, it can't be!" she cried.
"Yes, my child, I'm afraid 'tis so. Now that you've finished pulling your first stunt, 'tis time for the next," arch-angel Fabio continued.
"OK, just tell me what to do!"
"I want you to return to your village, and start a huge, huge mother of a monotheistic religion, that will spread into a massive empire not long after your death."
"Um, right. Anything else I can do instead?"
"Um, OK. Graduate your little useless arse out of there, go on the dole, and be an absolute failure who never fulfilled her potential in life."
"Um, OK. Thanks, arch-angel Fabio. Your hair looks great, by the way."
"I hope I was able to give you some answers to your tough, tough questions. Do not dismay, my child, for aswell as being destined to crave attention for the rest of your life, you were also destined to get the f--- over it."
And with that, the arch-angel Fabio flicked his hair back and disappeared into the clouds again like Mufassa in the Lion King.
Lizwa returned to her village and in this day and age, was prescribed anti-hallucinogenic medication. She tried to get onto TV, scored a spot on A Current Affair, and was ridiculed as a nutcase.
Later on that day she contemplated the degree of bitterness she was going to feel at age 50 when she would be overwhelmed with a feeling of discontentment and regret. What happened to her dreams? Would she even remember what they had been? What was life going to offer her? Or was it she who was to first offer something in return? ¶ 12:12
