second time i've been sabotaged...
its like when you haven't finished eating, but they have, so they expect you to walk and juggle food...
or they've made plans with you, but it doesn't matter that the detail which you never had any say in inconvienice you, cos you had no say in them...

can't remember if i told you guys this, but the other day i got really excited cos i though somebody in my complex was playing bitches brew - i stuck my head out the window, crained my neck, and despite doing this i still couldn't figure out who way playing it, then i realised it was coming from my headphones which i had left on.

i also got a new bookcase recently, nothing flash, pdf-board, but it was free so i'm not complaining; its pretty much just a stand-in till i can find a nicer one anyway, maureen volunteers in an op-shop so i pretty much get insider info on when something nice comes in before it hits the floor.

most of the furniture in my flat was free (from the side of the road). to list: the lounge suit, the kitchen cupboards, the fridge, a rug, a set of beside tables, the bed frames, and the desks (two). one of the desks (mine) is amazing, solid wood (not sure what kind) and the size of a small dining table. i'm definately getting it polished and varnished when i take it with me.

it started off, just one of us sleeping here (as there was only one bed) with no fridge or furniture. it wasn't hard to collect the rest of it, as there are soo many flats in this area, and the way our local council works, flats get hard rubbish once a month. and i like to think my flat doesn't look like a smakie den.

i'm going for that trendy-decrepid decor look, ala degays, platform five and other such art-fag instituitions.

i just learned charlie's family owns a casino.

today a man came up to me, slurred 'you're beaut-ful' and gave will a thumbs up.

in other news, everyone at LOTF new who i was the other day, which is odd, i knew they knew who sam was, cos they've pretty much memorised his name and his order, but myself on the other hand, never order or give my name (sam orders for the both of us, as its faster, its easier for the staff, its sometimes cheaper, and i have a tendency of talking in an inside voice to sales staff everywhere). and they still know me. and i think i got a wave from each of the three staff members independantly.

i'm writing from madelyns, predominantly cos i'm bored, and partially cos blogging is giving the people what they want.

i accendently bit off part of the inside of my mouth the other day, it now looks like a nasty ulcer, it could be hypochondria but i think its expanding in diameter.

the a-key on sams laptop only works half the time, which is quite annoying, cos its only a vowel and all.

Inked Ink: Tattoed Professionals

myspace:

It's the ultimate game of testing your ego. It becomes a competition of seeing who has the most friends, so you add everyone you've made eye contact with in the past 6 years, constantly posting bulletins telling people to comment on your NEW PICZ PLZ or die. Also a way for every garage band ever to make a Myspace Music profile without even have talent and/or experience as other bands have. Also a new place for every hott girl in the world to prove how slutty they are by making a Myspace and putting pictures of themselve's where they only have 1/5 of their clothes on with the quote under it "I used photoshop to cover my boobs, So What."

Comment on my myspace plz LOL!

A website a bunch of your friends begged you to join, so you joined it and became completely addicted. However, after about a month or so, you finally realized that even though you had thousands of friends added, you're still a loser. You tried to take pictures of your half-nude self with the camera at a shitty angle so you could get more comments, but it just wasn't working. Even after you edited out your acne and moles, you still weren't being satisfied with the attention you craved.

You eventually deleted your account because you decided you want to graduate high school with some dignity.

myspace angles:

When the camera is placed above your head at an angle to take a myspace picture.

This is usually done by the horribly mangled, ugly, and/or obese users who still want to be hunted by pedophiles, as to make them look more attractive (or at the very least more human) than they really are.

An angle picture usually also has the contrast way up to hide the acne and cigarette burns on your cheap skanky ass. If the user is an emo in addition to the kuh-razy angle and high contrast they probably have it set to black and white with only one object in the picture in color. It makes them look enigmatic, or some shit like that.

now, to be truely honest, i had a myspace once... then i went to MA meetings. never again.

the man insists spending hundreds of dollars of dollars on doonas make from dead animals; the man then insists on buying really cheap sheets made out of what i can only resume to be cardboard - i guess i'm just too bourgeois, maybe i should star in one of those 'it's and outrage, i'm a stereotypical wealthy person, i'm calling my lawyer... something about furniture' etc.

anyway, crux of the story, we were at harris scrafe, they had two people on the register and three people arranging cups, there was a fucking que of at least fifty people. so, some old italian guy with bad breath started talking to kiong halfway through the conversation he asked, 'is this your daughter?' (he of course, answered yes) 'can she speak english?' - he was no shit, serious. he could actually believe that i couldn't speak english. maybe he thought i was half russian or something. he also asked me why i couldn't speak chinese or malaysian. how about, for a start, because i'm not in any way malay, my mother can't speak chinese, my father can't speak chinese. where the fuck was i meant to learn chinese.

i mean, sure, i went to chinese culture school when i was little, i wouldn't be very azn if i didn't. and i was the only slightly white person in a school of 600. i never got past the second grade. i was there, on and off, for at least five years, probably more. there's a reason 'halfies' (their words, not mine) don't go to chinese culture school. the system presumes you are chinese, you can speak chinese, both your parents speak chinese, you speak chinese and home, your chinese is better than your english, all they really need to do is teach you to read and write.
and when i was little i was actually pretty good at it, i could read, i could write, but i could never pass the end of year exam, because nobody every told me what any of the characters meant.

how classy:

"keleton Costume includes Knit Dress with Glitter Screenprint, Headband, Choker Neckband, Removable “Anna Rexia” Badge and Ribbon Tie Belt."

years ago, when i was in either yr 7 or 8, there were these two girls who decided they were going to team up and go on the atkins diet. they only ever ate deli meats or cheeses. it was fucking disgusting.
one of the girls now works at a deli in yarraville, she was always cooking meat out on the street when i would walk through yarraville on a sunday morning to chess. its still fucking disgusting.
I remember one particular incident when she told the other girl off, berating her in the locker bay, becausea muffin the girl was eating had some many grams of carbs.
and thats why i left westbourne, cos it was full of douchebags.