January 2009


So last year was shit for me, one of the worst years I can remember (the others I’ve repressed). I have 9GBs of music on my computer, yet I can’t find anything to listen to that doesn’t remind me of a shit point in time.

The entire year was shit. The first six months I missed my best friend in the entire world. The last six months was focussed on the fact that I hadn’t studied, and really should have, but couldn’t really be bothered, and that my best friend still wasn’t there.

So everything reminds me of either missing her, or getting really upset about school, but she’s returned, so I’m happy. Now there is nothing within my entire music library to share that sentiment. Even if you were to believe that the song was actually quite a happy one, the fact is that I listened to them, to try and make me happy, but it often didn’t work.

I’m so happy now. Everything is just perfect. But talk to me on the 15th, and it may be a different story.

I think I should run away and join the circus, (no really, I’d love to be a clown.)

Life is annoying. Nothing is ever right.

All I do is complain, but there are so many people out there who are in a much worse situation, who don’t complain. I feel mean, and inconsiderate.

Peace out.

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Yep, Happy New Year’s everyone! It’s two thousand and nine. The last year for you to purchase glasses in the shape of 2009 before you end up buying ones that have a huge long piece of plastic where you’re nose should be in 2010. It just doesn’t have the same effect…

So I’m sure everyone knows you got smashed off your face on new year’s eve, woke up in some old lady’s flower bed the next morning with no panties on, a pool of vomit on your chest and a large gash where your belly button used to be. (Okay, so maybe that didn’t happen to everyone, but I know that would have happened to the guy who we met at the park, whose girl friend had scratched him from his chest down to his groin. And let me tell you, it was NOT cute. Although I know what you’re thinking… Pretty kinky, right?)

All I know is that it could be worse. After seeing a swivel chair hurtling towards me with a drunk teenage guy on it with a cigarette in one hand and imitation Kanye West glasses on his face, I’m afraid to say that a small part of me, that wanted to drink, died. I think I could write a book on this experience, called 101 things to do with swivel chairs. It would go a little something like this…
1. Get drunk whilst straddling a swivel chair
2. Ride it full speed down the street
3. Spin around for a while
4. Fall over the curb and off the seat
5. Get back on
6. Fall off again
7. Get back on
8. Fall off again.
       ETC.
101. Decide that the reason you have been falling off is that a wheel is broken (when in fact all wheels are intact, but however, it makes good fun to watch).

Anyway, 2009 doesn’t seem to hold any exciting promises. Doesn’t seem like anything good could happen this year (unless you count going bankrupt as a good thing). Obviously, Channel Ten agrees with me, after airing an ABBA special on new year’s eve. I mean, what does a Swedish band, sequins, lycra and cat suits (or in unfortunate band member Bjorn’s case, revealing transvestite one-pieces) have to do with the new year? Unless sequins, lycra, cat suits and revealing transevestite one-pieces and/or ABBA are making a comeback in 2009… Move over Britney! I hear talks are in place for Mamma Mia the Musical Two, so it could very well be possible. Kids, keep your eyes peeled.

Oh by the way just before I leave, just wanted to mention that another clever thing to do on NYE is run around a park at midnight minus pants, whist shouting ‘Where are my pants?’ and ‘Who stole my pants?’ or ‘Teehee! Pants!’
Because in the end, Stupidity = Quite Entertaining, despite all the negativity towards stupid people. After all, there’s only one day of the year where I’m willing to hand out exceptions. So to all you lunatics who get smashed, lose your pants, get mauled by girlfriends and spin around on chairs all night on new years, I say God Bless You, because without you, it just wouldn’t be the same.

             Happy 09 !

Now most of us here will have experienced the unique feeling of commenting something/someone (note I said ‘unique feeling’.. that’s my was of saying if you haven’t commented us already then you should try it xD). And we will all understand that the ‘post’ button is on the left and the ‘cancel’ button on the right. Always you say? Well.. NO. YOU ARE WRONG!

Some complete and utter idiot who obviously did not want me to comment my friends MySpace blog (PLUS I was in the midst of telling her to put the blog on here.. ANSTER! That means you!), decided that putting the ‘cancel’ button on the left of the screen would be a wise idea. I think not! My natural instinct was to just click the left button without reading it.. as I usually do. However imagine my suprise when the blog refreshed itself and my incredibly genius and long comment WAS NOT THERE! Now you’re probably thinking why didnt she just calm down and type it out again? Well you know how jokes aren’t funny the second time? That’s what it was like! How could MySpace expect me to have to relive that moment.. it’s impossible! It wouldn’t sound the same nor would any of my intelligent comments actually sound half smart. And this is all added to the fact that it was an incredibly long comment and I really couldn’t be bothered writing it out again. *hmph* Maybe it is time we boycotted MySpace. Though to me that would just be stupid. Therefore I choose to boycot all MySpace blogs (this one entertains me just enough anyway) and this is a !!WARNING!! to you Tom.. you put that cancel button on the right.. OR ELSE.

CrunchieKay