talent

this. kid. is. AWESOME.

cliff hanger

i’ve been on edge for a while now and i decided to go see the doctor today. he said that i’m too stressed which is why i’m having all these health problems. suggestions were drinking green tea, exercising regularly and taking these vitamins that help lower stress levels.
well i started this new regime today and i feel as high as a kite.
but as good as it feels this is high maintenance.

urgh.

master of insults

Unless it is horrendously hideous, do not criticize the attire of other people. it’s bad form. and you sound like a douche bag. especially after i’m done with you. just leave it be.
The dress choice of someone who criticized another: Frills, tassels and things.
Response: It looks like a shaggy dog and squid mated to produce offspring in the form of fabric which was then sewn by a blind gypsy that has Parkinson disease.
Another pathetic excuse for a human being noted: That dress is short.
Response: Yeah well so are you and no one’s complained about that yet. So get off that stumped high horse of yours and use a Polly Pocket sized needle and thread to stitch that mouth of yours shut.
I hate the way your breathe. I use the lint from by stomach just to try and muffle the revolting sounds that escape from the cavity in your head. Just stop. Please.

moving on

I’m getting used to living out of a suitcase. But moving out and reducing my whole life to just two average sized pieces of luggage is proving to be quite difficult. God how i wish that i could teleport.
Christmas is fast approaching and i have no job. I am very skint. And i think that i might volunteer at the hospital just to keep sane over the festive season and the beginning of summer. I must also go to the beach and try and tan.
I graduate tomorrow and this might be the last time i might see a lot of people. Some have already left the country.
Three of my mates are heading to the motherland (UK). One to Poland (i know. random). Some to Australia. One to Japan. The rest to other cities and one friend of mine is going to Nigeria until January (very odd).
I still don’t know what i’m going to wear tomorrow evening. I don’t want to look skank-tastic. Classy is what i’m aiming for.
Highlight this summer might be catching up with a friend from out of town who still insists that i should send him suggestive pictures.

Oh goodie.

commentary

“you’re so badass”
“oh..i know. what are you going to do about it?”
“i’ll get back to you on that one”

tis some scary shit

currently watching a documentary about cults. i have to say that i am really glad i made the choice to become atheist. the thin line between religion and cult status is starting to blur. i agree with religion in the way that it can provide an answer of sorts to those who need it. but sometimes that shiz just gets crazy. especially when they start asking for money and say that their way is the only way.
if you have ever heard of Destiny Church, it has not as of yet gained cult status but they have a tremendous amount of followers willing to follow the word of Brian Tamaki. they make mormons look like candyfloss.

be open minded, use common sense and question everything.

wise old man

my mother told me the other day that when i was younger i refused to sit on santas lap and take a photo with him. apparently i made quite a scene.
even at that age i knew that sitting on a strangers lap was not such a good idea.

further proof.

dance with me

you know how sometimes in movies a large group of people break out into dance at the most inappropriate and random time. i have been a part of that.
during a special announcement, about 200 of us did a choreographed dance to Black Eyed Peas – I’ve got a feeling. the dance was 30 seconds long and at the end we acted as if nothing happened.

Go Class of 2009.

mazoltov

i remember going to the vending machine with the boys. i remember playing a drinking game. i remember getting wasted. i remember talking about sauce, aids and horses. but i really don’t remember appearing at your hotel room at 3am and scaring everyone while you were eating noodles with all those people in your room. I don’t know what i did but i bet it was CHOICE AS!

next time i’m bringing glowsticks. i wanna rave.

oh and bring that indian guy back because he was a fucking awesome.

ticking

i have to explode somewhere.
i know that we were both stupid that time when none of us acted. but that doesn’t mean you have to be a douche-fag and pretend that i don’t exist. i’ve given you plenty of opportunities to sort it out. all i can say now is that i can’t wait to move away and meet new people. i will remember you and hopefully in the future it will be in a more positive light.