Now that the Easter long weekend is over, I hope that everyone had a great Easter. I know I had a
great Easter dinner cooked by my
loving and
talented mother, and that i could not have possibly eaten
another bite, no matter how
delicious any other person's cooking can be. I am the
master of subtlety. Also, everyone please remember it's Pete's 21st this friday, so try to keep commitments free friday night/saturday so you can come. Let's make this a
joyous celebration, ok?
edit: msn madness! lololol cor the smoooth operator MACKS ON ALL THE LADIES
n1col3 says:
if everyone is supposed to b studying, then y is this convo still continuing?
Bec says:
im multitasking
Nerf Shamans says:
Cos Im trying to pick up
Bec says:
HAHAHAHAHA
[TS] i could be anything but your friend says:
lol, hows it going?
jaseypoo!> nerf shamans. says:
LOL
n1col3 says:
ah yes the age old trait that all wpmen have of multitasking...something that guys still have to learn
Icestorm says:
I dont know, im having trouble working out who i want to pick up ~_~
[TS] i could be anything but your friend says:
y dont u go pick up a pizza, thats easily done
n1col3 says:
cor, r u trying to pick up in this convo?
n1col3 says:
hahaha
[TS] i could be anything but your friend says:
hes not very convincing...
n1col3 says:
yeah...
[TS] i could be anything but your friend says:
anyone round at ur place yet corr?
Icestorm says:
(goes to look)
[TS] i could be anything but your friend says:
or r u drinking bourbon alone?
n1col3 says:
the sad tale of the lone drinker...
Icestorm says:
i do believe im wallowing in loneliness alone up here ~_~
[TS] i could be anything but your friend says:
lol
[TS] i could be anything but your friend says:
i mean, aawwww
jaseypoo!> nerf shamans. says:
i think i can vouch for everyone when i say cor makes me wet
n1col3 says:
*all together now* AWWWWWW
[TS] i could be anything but your friend says:
lmao
Icestorm says:
.........
Bec says:
HAHAHAHAHA
n1col3 says:
OMG
Bec says:
ew
jaseypoo!> nerf shamans. says:
lolololorfkdG
oh we
so crazeh
Worked for 14 hours today...pretty doggone tired. I guess it's ok seeing it's my last day there. Of course there was a LOT of people, and I only finished work around 8.30, hungry enough to eat a Mr Snufflelaphagus and needing to buy some food for tomorrow. Bad mistake. I now realise why people say you shouldn't go shopping while hungry teehehehe....and BOY do I have a lot of junk food...
I had dinner alone again....I
hate eating alone. I don't mind eating breakfast or lunch alone, but when it comes to dinner, I always feel so lonely. Everytime I'm faced with the prospect of eating alone, I have to fight off the urge to call people and beg them to join me. Also, when I'm eating alone, I always have the most stupidest thoughts, like if waves and waves of 5 year olds were sent at me, how many I could beat up before I'm overwhelmed (25), or the
exact amount of time that would pass between discovery that my mom has sex toys to suicide (longer than you think...at least 2 minutes for the screaming to end, another 5 holding myself and sobbing while rocking back and forth, then the rest dependent on my proximity to knives, letter openers and other assorted pointy/jagged edges).
My main purpose was to wish everyone a Happy Easter, and to remind people the true meaning of Easter; Jesus died so we could eat chocolate eggs.
Sacrilicious. I would be more verbose, but I'm tired...I spent all last night doing doing tech support/chatting/ reading
Happy Easter y'all!
<3 jaseypooooo
Pete's 21st
Just a reminder that Pete's 21st is next Friday, at the newport. Of course everyone is invited. Also, my account is still TWO megabytes in size compared to everyone's else massive 25/250, so know that I shall wage bitter war versus my enemy Microsoft until they capitulate with much weeping and beating of breasts. Much <3 to Ben for GMAIL.
Oh yes, final note. I've been accused of being sexist a lot, which can be true, so today I bring you to you a
petition to further the equality between sexes....
St Pat's was very very fun. I won't go into too much detail because it can be effectively summarized by "we went a-drinkin ", but despite that I had a lot of fun, despite Mike's insistence that I was a fool for passing up what would've been consensual guilt free sex with a french canadian backpacker with a glorious canadian accent and
very saucy eyes. We got home at 6am, and I effectively spent most of friday recuperating from my night of being Irish. My weekend was once again spent at home, sorry girls for not coming =(. I watched Blazing Saddles, and the memory of the scene where the old lady utters "
up yours nigger" to the Sheriff still entertains me in ways you'll never imagine. Now that I've been a goood boy and have finished my homework, I'm going to watch the transformers movie. I just
know it's going to make me sad.
P.S - ahh Perry Bible Fellowship..how I love you
Refridgeron....TRANSFORMahahahahaP.S YOU DICKS KILLED OPTIMUS PRIME!!! WHYWHYWHYWHYWHWY
Pancake waffles and other meaningless titles.
Papal politics. Global warming. 9/11. Buzzwords to lead you into thinking I'm talking about something less trivial than
why mummy baked a chocolate cake but did
not put any icing on it. However, it seems to pale in comparison to the last week and a half where it seems like everything I do fails in such a spectacular way that I can't help but feel that I can only perform as complex a task as eating soup with a very blunt plastic spoon. I can't seem to do anything right. My timing is off where I come to everything always just a little too late, my speaking skills have degenerated to the point where I feel that only a neanderthal, and a particularly stupid one at that, can understand the liquid much gibberish of half formed words and unfinished, trailing sentences; and that any action I perform is an awkward display of uncoordination normally reserved for young children or invalid seniors. Sometimes I have times like these. I'm sure everyone of us those. However, why is the timing always so
perfect that it only happens during events of great importance? This is especially true for the start of uni as first impressions count, and that you want to appear as nothing less than a person at the top of your game, especially to those that you feel nothing but contempt for. In fact, I was so angry at myself today that I just stormed out of uni early, and thinking back, probably made a huge scene as I disgustedly threw down my bag and kicked the side of the bus stop, muttering profanities and generally lacking the reserve and self control I normally have.
Rebecca once asked me if I had any regrets, and I told her that every major decision I've made, I felt I had made the correct choice. Which is true. However, it seems like lately I've felt this feeling of regret more and more, and that my personal decision making skills have really been lacking. I find myself inundated with little regrets, like leaving a conversation earlier than I should have, saying one thing while I really should've said the other, and as I thought about this on the way home I had a little epiphany, the sort you only really get when it seems like nothing else coould possibly be worse. We're asking for the wrong things in our lives. When people are asked, "what do you want in life?", some will want material things, like a car, a house, sex; others will desire something with more depth, like love, wisdom, courage. I'm not saying that I disagree with those wanting love, courage etc I'm saying that we all already have that, that all of these things are, and have been, within our grasp. However, it is the
choices we make that take those things beyond our reach. What I'm saying, is that we should ask for, desire, the one thing that will bring these things back within our reach.
Lord, God of Hosts
Grant me.......
another chance.
Ever been torn between two people, and made the wrong choice? Ever wished you could have said what you really wanted to say, but didn't? I've asked for love, I've asked for happiness but I've realised, these things I could've achieved all along. I
found love. I
found meaning. I
found friendship. But I made the wrong choice. And so I utter the line that I repeat so often.
If I had one more chance. I'm not talking about not doing something, and regretting it afterwards. I'm not that sort of person. If I want something enough, I will do what it takes to gain that desire. What I am talking about however, is that I had this thing I wanted in the first place, but I lost it. So I ask for one more chance.
Speaking of regrets, I know it's silly to say this at my age, but I am getting older. And with this, I realise that the window of opportunity where I get to get inebriated and enage in drunken shenannigans is fast diminishing. I remember drunken antics with Richard's sex toys. I remember roaming the streets with a friend lost for hours, only to find out that what we'd just been doing was circling the block over and over. Kicking out streetlights while sharing a joint. Pissing on people's front doors while wishing their dog would shut up. All great times, and while I've refrained from such things for a while now (the influence of the girls I'm sure), perhaps engaging in a couple more should be the order of the day before I graduate from uni and get a real job, with real responsibilities.
Oh yes, before I go, since St Pat's is on Thursday, I'm accepting applications for pretty girls to have drunken sex with me. What's going to happen is that we'll both get really really drunk until we can both barely stand up, collapse in some seedy backpacker's hostel where I'll drunkenly fumble around with your clothes and grope you a bit, before engaging in intercourse that will last approximately
three seconds, at which I'll roll off you and pass out, leaving you unsatisfied and angry. Sounds great huh?
WHITE POWER
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Which sort of means, I've got a little bit of everything today...call it several posts rolled into one. First things first; Mick McAndrew, my prodigal brother in arms, is finally back from his adventures in the British Isle, with stories and tales that probably aren't fit for female consumption. He made a surprise visit to my house last saturday, which completely erased my irritation of being woken up from my nap. I, like most of the guys, didn't really do much on Saturday, so perhaps next week it'll be the proper time to drink and
be merry.
Asides from that I've been crazily doing all the reading I was planning on doing during the holidays. All recreational reading of course, I plan to just work myself solid next week, so call it my last meal before the hangman's noose. I've just finished the third book of a sci fi quartet by John Ringo. It's pretty decent, though it keeps itself from being one of my favourite sci fi series primarily because it's very
very american centric. Essentially its very patriotic, and Americans are doing all the work, being the best, while everyone else gets wiped out. Ringo also makes the unforgivable assumption that the Americans saved Australia from Japanese invasion during WW2. It was highly debatable the Japanese had any plans to invade Australia due to the huge landmass and the troops needed to invade it, as well as the predominantly white population being a lot more difficult to assimilate compared to the Chinese or other asian ethnicities. Another useless piece of trivia you can say (with great chargrin I'm sure). I bought the fourth today which I'm planning on reading soon, and while I said I wouldn't, in the bookstore I found one my favourite books of all time which, until recently, had been out of print, and such was my joy I bought it straight away. I can hardly contain my joy, and although it may seem anti social, sometimes I truly agree that a good book is the best friend you can have. Sometimes.
Since I haven't gone out for the last 2 or 3 weeks, I've just been renting assorted movies to relax with over the weekends, namely
Princess Diaries 2, Amelie, The Notebook,
American Splendour and
Rules of Attraction. I've watched Amelie before, and I thoroughly enjoyed it, so I thought I'd watch it again. For those that don't know, Amelie is a french movie about a painfully introverted girl (Amelie Poulain)with an overactive imagination, trying to win the love of her life. What I enjoyed most about the movie was the whimsical way the story was told, as well as the rich tapestry of colour of the scenic setting the story is based in. The characters are also equally eccentric, or in some cases neurotic, but in a way that makes them lovable in their own way. I cannot recommend this movie enough, and for those of you who haven't seen it, I heartily recommend you rent it out and watch it. Princess Diaries 2 is, of course, the sequel to the first Princess Diaries, and pretty much revolves around Mia trying to be married before a certain date otherwise she loses her throne to an evil minister and his handsome nephew. While there were some enjoyable scenes, I found the movie pretty childish, and it seemed to be aimed more at the 5-13 young female demographic, instead of the twentysomething male category that I fall under. I know, I know, it was a shock to me to, but hey, what's the world coming to when Disney makes movies for
children. Not much more to say, except that the first was better. The Notebook is the usual love story of a love between a boy from a poor family and a girl from a rich family, narrated by an older man, who is telling the story to an elderly woman. The movie well, made me a little teary, but I'm sure it was due to dust mites or something. Good movie. As for the remaining two, I've heard rave reviews of American Splendour, though I haven't watched it yet, and I've also heard good things about Rules of Attraction, but haven't watched it yet, so I'll do a little mini review of each when I do, hopefully by this thursday.
Lastly, I came across an album called
Joint Special Operations Task Force by General Patton vs The Executioners. Intrigued by the song titles ("
Battle Hymn of the Technics Republic", "
General P. Counterintelligence Target" ), and drawn by the artwork, I bought a copy. Its a weird and
eclectic album, a mish mash hodgepodge of turntable technica, soundbites and pseudo hiphop/rap music, a bit like the Avalanches, except more urban. A very entertaining album that is difficult to describe, but has to be experienced. My only beef with the album is that some tracks start of stellar, but as you get into it, it suddenly cuts off into an electronic mess of static or wierd turntable scratchings.
Now for a seamless transition to epistolaries about vocabulary, what the hell is with everyone using the word random? It seems like everywhere I go, the word random is being used in a very
erratic,
eclectic and
arbitrary way. While far from me to jump on a pedestal and tell you guys what words to use and not use, it seems to me that perhaps the word is like, totally being random, and all these randoms should stop randomly using random to describe every random thing. Annoying ain't it? Random is a good word, but one musn't use it exclusively, and if I can just educate people in alternative words, then my work is done.
Lastly, I can't remember who asked me this, but I was asked who my favourite poet was. I couldn't satisfactorily answer the question because there were so many. T.S Eliot, Charles Bukowski, Lord Alfred Tennyson, all of which I've read their works and have enjoyed particularly more than others. However, after pondering about it, the works of Rudyard Kipling was always foremost in my memory (Especially "
The Ballad of East and West"). His themes of death and needless sacrifice of ordinary men, of clusterfucks by uncaring masters, and the brotherhood and comraderie of shared suffering in hellish times, and places, makes me tingle in a way that no other poet does, and I'm sure that if I could read 10 of his poems at once, I could achieve the state of pleasure one can only call an
orgasm. On that note, I'll present to you an excerpt of one of his lesser known poems, "
The Female of the Species" (1911). I think it accurately describes the more dangerous sex of any species.
When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in
his pride
He shouts to scare the monster, who will often
turn aside.
But the she bear thus accosted rends the peasant
tooth and nail.
For the female of the species is more deadly than
the male.
- Rudyard Kipling
"The Female of the Species" (1911)
P.S - I'm finally on msn to talk and nobody does :( :'( T_T
hehehe
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http://www.microsoft.com/athome/security/children/kidtalk.mspx
the internet...the death of spelling and grammar
p.s mike is back
Back to Uni again
I won't go into the obligatory uni post about why it so
nice to see everyone again and that the holidays were getting
boring and you wouldn't
believe the things I've done over the break. I'll just say that there are a whole lot of people at uni this year that I never thought I'd have to see ever again, so hopefully my buddy upstairs will keep these awkward meetings to a minimum. What makes it worse is that a lot of the people I want to see I doubt I'll ever see again. However, such is life, no?
I haven't been on msn much lately, and there are a few people that amazingly miss my company, so I pledge to you I'll be on msn more often
after I hit level 60, so you can talk to me, realize I'm actually a very infuriating person, and wonder why you ever missed me at all.
On a last note, I've been thinking of writing the inspirational story of a man whose father left him when he was a child, just as his grandfather left his father when
he was a small boy, struggling to put his life back on track and find a woman that will accept him the way he is, so that he too may discover the
joy of fathering a child and abandoning it.
I'm not sure if it has mainstream appeal though...I think it needs more homos and jokes about black people.
