Happy Fucking New Year

"A man who has never made a woman angry is a failure in life. "
-Christopher Morley

So, 2010 has come to a glorious end and we are traipsing onward into 2011. Oh Joy! 

There's a theory of mine, about New Years. It is THE biggest let down holiday of the year! To be honest I hate it, I really really fucking hate it! Everyone gets all excited for this night, and wants to "start the next year on a good note" but all we do is get trashed, burn shit and fight with people. Then we wake up on Jan 1st with a killer hangover, melted plastic on our thumbs and an inexplicable cut down our calf.

Not to mention that I've realized how much I want to inflict pain on several people.

Zach, you're a cunt! Yeah, you're in a tiff with Nick like you are every other week, but FUCK I thought I was kept outta this shit. No. You're acting you're age yet again and you've (oh how can I even say it, the horror) you have deleted me, from your Facebook friends list.

I'm hurt.

So, to get this out of my system, there had better be a LEGITIMATE excuse for this, and no being stoned is so not an excuse. You're a dick, but I stand up for you, I look out for you and god fucking dammit I listen to your woman problems (If you don't love Gemma stop fucking with her head, stop using Sarah as a bit of meat on the side, and for fucks sake STOP trying to drag Maddie into it!). 

But, even though I do this, you don't give a shit about me, nor do you give a fuck about your Best Friend who you keep stabbing in the back and thinking the worst of. All Nick ever did was try to be your friend!

Okay enough of the anger rant. I'm hungover and feel like total shit. So I'll behave.

In other news, last night DID have some fun parts. Dancing to the Killers and Justin Bieber with my drunk comrades, having old school teachers shout me drinks for being the one to go to the bar. Plus seeing my brother at the club and getting attacked by "the boys". Plus making sparkler bombs in a friends backyard and concluding that you should NOT add salt to them in an attempt to make them colourful! Don't do it kids.

Oh, and this conversation:

Where were you at twelve?

Me: I was...with Nick and Tom.

Sean B: I was with Cookie on the dance floor and the mad cunt hugged me!

Georgie: I was passed out with Kurt.

Jack: Pretty sure I win, I was with Mercer at 12, and he was drunk enough to say he loves me.

Kate: No. I win. I was by  myself. All alone.

All: ...

Jack: Lol, you fail Kate.

Kate: T.T

So that's my New Years, there's no way I'm making a resolution, but I do hope all my friends and family have a great 2011!

Happy Holidays

"A man's face is his autobiography. A woman's face is her work of fiction. "
-Oscar Wilde

Aaaah, Christmas time is here, bringing Carol singing hordes of people to the Mall, garlands of green and red decorative fake branches, and atrociously cheerful music on the radio.
I really do love this time of year. Honest.

And this year I'm even more excited than usual, for several reasons.

One, my brother is home for christmas, which is always fun. He annoys the absolute crap out of me, and I want to strangle him, but it wouldn't be Chrissy without him.

He's the one who source's out a pine tree with me, then cuts it down and brings it back to mum and dad's for us to set up and decorate in the lounge room.
He'll stay up late with me when I can't sleep, listening to anything from Frank Sinatra to Lady Gaga to Tupac. And my brother is also the one who will come into my room at 6 am (even though we're now 19 and 21) and jump on my bed to wake me up, treat mum and dad to the same courtesy, hustle us all out to the lounge so we can unwrap pressies.

Yeah, Tom's more enthusiastic than I am!

Two, I just came back from looking at Christmas lights. There's this one street in my town in which almost every house has quite extensive decorations. They hold a comp every year, so they go all out.

The night started out alright, with everyone meeting up and getting into the one car (I'm the only one who knows my way around this hell hole, go figure) and heading off. Zac, the driver actually hates driving, so he kept making cry baby faces at me, while my boyfriend sat in the back seat teasing him. Parking was, fun. Pretty sure we blocked in some guys driveway, even though I got out and measured the distance between us and the car in front so that we could get as close as possible (okay, we're all P plate drivers, for non-Australians that means we've only just been allowed to drive without an adult, so we're not as comfortable and easy with maneuvering the car as older drivers usually are!)
*ahemI'mstillonmyL'sCoughcough*

So, with him scared that someone would sideswipe his car, we walked down the street to look at the pretty pretty lights.

There's one house that almost always wins, even though I think, personally, that it's too much. But it has a tree that I want, a purple glowing tree that reminds me of Japanese cherry blossoms which I've wanted to take home with me every year since they started putting it up. *sigh* And another year passes with people restraining my kleptomania.

After they dragged me away from the house Gemma (Zac's girlfriend) nearly ran in front of a car in an attempt to get to Santa. Who she then complained was too skinny. After she accepted a handful of lollies from him. Hmmm.

Aside from that...not much. Nick nearly died walking back up the hill and we started planning a Christmas themed obstacle course to inflict on the masses, but nothing much else happened (Oh, except for Zac having a hiss fit trying to get his car out of the street. THAT was fun)

Three, the day before Christmas is the day I finally, at long last, get to leave my job. FOREVER! Joy to the world...

Now I guess most people wouldn't be this happy about being unemployed on Christmas. But God damn, I hate that place!
Kids, if you get offered a job in the hospitality industry, say NO. It's hot sweaty tiring work, with very few thanks and quite often angry bosses. WHY they're always angry I'll never know, but hey, it's not mine to question why (although that's what I spend the majority of my time doing, but oh well).

One week left! Nine days. Less actually cause I don't work weekends! I'm so happy right now. Even the looming extended family Christmas dinner isn't dampening my spirits! *does happy dance*

So, with my horrible re-growth gone, all my shopping done and a barbecue with my mates to look forward to, its shaping up to be a pretty fucking good week :D

Hope everyone out there has a great holiday!
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Me and my lies

 "How many cares one loses when one decides not to be something but to be someone."

 -Coco Chanel

It occurred to me today that I lie unnecessarily. For no reason what-so-ever if I'm asked a question my first response is to make something up. It's stupid, to lie about un-important things like that, but I just keep doing it. It's not an impulse, if I think about what I'm doing I can stop. It's just...what I do.
The really bad part is that people keep believing me. Only the people closest to me know about this habit, but even they take me at face value.
Eg:
Mum: Hey I can't make it this arvo, is that okay?
Me: Yeah sure, I'm a little tired anyway (True, I'm always tired)
Mum: Okay, will I see you on the weekend?
Me: Uh, sure if we make it out there (Also true)
Mum: Well, I'd better go, but what are you doing?
Me: Reading (And THAT is the lie)
I'm actually playing a video game. My mother doesn't disapprove of video games, in some cases its preferred than the constant reading, at least I move when I'm gaming! I'm one of those people who throws their whole body into the controller, so I move a lot (and yell a lot and swear a lot and occasionally throw the controller across the room)
But why lie about that? She doesn't really care it was just something to say to keep the conversation going those few extra seconds. Never the less, I lied, and will continue doing so, possibly until some form of cognitive behaviour therapy focuses on this weird habit and makes me tell the truth unless needed. But I doubt that one, my shrink is focused on a whole range of other problems!
So that's what I thought about today while I pretended to work, before I chucked a sicky and came home. Okay, that was a lie, I'm really sick and have to make an appointment for the docs in the morning.
See what I mean!!!!!

On a tangent, or rather, a totally different topic, I'd like to briefly mention family.
One of my uncles has...and indefinable amount of sons. I say that because I only know three and I know there are more, so to my mind there are an infinate number of these unknown cousins out there.
Now, when we were all a lot younger we used to stay at my nan's house on the holidays, and my brother and I would have the "end room". Except for one summer, when Ben was living there.
Ben is one of the many Sons.
He's fairly normal, and we spent the majprity of the holiday with him despite a few years gap. We were tight. Seriously, we spent almost every waking moment together, and even prefered him to our closer cousins when they came by. Thing is, I forgot about him!
That summer got lost in the memories of crushed dandelions and hot concrete, the small wood lizards crawling lazily on the wall over the overgrown garden. Ben got swallowed up by those lizards and I completely forgot about our summer. Till mum mentioned him the other day, and explained who he was. The memories came back and I rang my brother and asked if he remembered, hoping that I wasn't the only one. But he remembered, I could hear the laugh in his voice as he recalled some of our escapades together.
Conclusion: My memory sucked, even then!

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A Short Introduction

  "I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best." 
 - Marilyn Monroe

Essentially, blogs are people going online and having their own page where they can rant, right? Basically an online diary.
Except, when I was thirteen (the last time I actually had a dairy) I would have destroyed anyone caught reading it. So why are people so enthusiastic about sharing their thoughts and going's on through the interweb? Oh, I'm aware I sound hypocritical, and indeed I am. I'm the girl who will say "Um, no, I hate maxi-dresses!" then find a cute one in the stores the next day. What can I say? There are no absolute truths, that's my excuse. That and my mothers joking assertion that I am "the exception to every rule".

But I digress!

So, after that mini-rant about the illogical nature of blogs, you are no doubt asking why the deuce I've made one. A number of reasons, in fact, led to this:

1) I like to rant. Like, I really like ranting. My boss says I could talk under water with a mouth full of marbles. True. And with blogging people can choose whether or not they want to deal with my insane ramblings. It's a sort of pity thing for the people I associate with in real life, get the rants out onto the net and they don't have to deal with it.

2) I'm bored. One of the greatest motivators. I'm bored and want something to do, and a link to blogger caught my eye. Coincidence? Fate? A cruel joke the universe is playing on this poor unfortunate site? Perhaps, all three.

3) There is a lot of stuff inside my mind. Stories, art, theories, facts, news, gossip, advice. Sometimes it feels full to bursting point, and this darling site will now act as a vent.

A Random Observation

my dog will eat anything



Oh, a last thought.

My name on this site is * for the reason that, while I might be posting what is practically my diary online, people don't need to know who I am. I adore anonymity!

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