Hello you.
And how are you, you?
Sorry. I am mega uber tired. It is Sunday, and I have had a genuinely shite week.
Said week involved the hospitalisation of one of my parents, a giant sore emerging on my leg, which I have not been able to sit on all week, the generally higher levels of stress of all members of my family (particularly ma mere), my mum having a crap Birthday courtesy of my other parent's hospitalisation, and being hounded by socialists. Also, today our car broke down, I am completely out of money, and I made awesome scones the other day which were all eaten by my dog.
What a bitch. Both literally and derogatively.
But anyway. The other day I was cornered by Socialists. This was exceptionally irritating to me, because: A) I do not care about Socialism or any other political movement. Not even a little bit. Not even the teensiest cheese rind of a bit. Okay, so I have morals - I don't like it when people kill whales, I hate racism, I want to support gay marriage, yada, yada. But let's just say that I am not politcally active in any way. And B) I have spent an entire twelve weeks studiously avoiding the sodding socialists. THEY ARE EVERYWHERE ON CAMPUS. And it's not even that I think their views and goals are stupid, because I don't really, but I'll get to that later.
Anyway. So I was accosted by two men (one distinctly buff, and immensely arrogant, the other a weedy man with bad acne), who asked me to sign a petition to support Gay Marriage. So what do you do in that situation? Of course, I wanted to be a good person and sign their petition and not look like a total jerk, so I was polite, I signed the petition, and then they started their rant.
"So what are your political opinions?"
"What do you think of Prime Minister Rudd's position on yada yada yada?"
"Don't you think that yada yada is yada yada?"
Okay, so I tuned out, but you can probably guess that my internal response was: "What are you talking about? Why are you talking to me? Fuck off and die." or something to that extent.
And then they forced their "reading material" on me and took down my contact details and left. AND THEN ANOTHER ONE CALLED ME YESTERDAY TO INVITE ME TO A RALLY AND THEIR MEETINGS AND DEAR GOD WHO EVEN KNOWS.
So what have we learned this week (amongst other things)? Rule #1: Never give your contact details to a socialist.
Rule #2: Most socialists are kind of creepy and offensive.
Rule #3: Next time, just scream gibberish, throw your lunch at them, and run.
POLITENESS IS NOT THE ANSWER.
And like I said, it's not so much that I disagree with Socialists' point of view, because I don't really. I don't think it would WORK but I don't necessarily disagree. I just do not want to be cornered by them so they can force their views upon me when I DO NOT CARE.
Would they like it if they were quietly eating their lunch on campus and I came up to them to force my views on them:
"So what do you think about Zac Efron's recent TV appearance on Disney? Because I thought it was rubbish. Sign this petition to ban him from my sight?"
THEY WOULD NOT CARE. THEY WOULD WANT TO EAT THEIR LUNCH.
I believe I have made my point. And also, this may be just a generalisation, but... most socialists have bad teeth, stand too close to you when they talk, and are kind of giant wankers.
But that's just a generalisation.
Anyway. What a rubbish week. Also my footy team is currently losing. Well, bollocks.
Anna. xx
P.S. I am sorry if I offended you.
P.P.S. Actually, when I said I was sorry, I lied, and I do not care if I offended you.
P.P.P.S. I don't really like Kylie Minogue, but this picture is by Ellen Von Unwerth who is LIKE THE BEST PHOTOGRAPHER EVER AND LOOK AT THE COLOURS. Oh my god.
