Holding back the fool again.

herro webternets, i have returned yet again. It is a sunday night and i have decided that after putting in the fair effort of 30 mins study (culminating in a handy dandy plan for the next few weeks - i am WAY. TOO. FUCKING. COOL) i can now take some quality time to spend with you. What's that? How was my weekend? Why internets, you're so kind to ask. So basically i've worked about 14 hours the past two days and - again, as i am WAY. TOO. FUCKING. COOL. - have gone out each night to party my little booty off. I am just such a rebel. Of course, this plan didn't exactly work to my benefit. Last night i told myself i wouldn't drink after a certain point, which i managed to stick to for once (the original plan was no drinking, but those long necks were just so cheap) yet apparently this did not mena i couldn't partake in our good ol' friend marijuana. The saucy temptress she is has caused me trouble in the past - as life-long readers may know - but she stil called and i told myselg "MyKill, you are a young dashing rellious chap, why don't you just live a little?".


I hate the victorian gentleman in my head that encourages me to do these things.


SO, as i am a lightweight and had previously been drinking (though not that much) i admittedly did trip out quite a bit. I vaguely recall sitting down for an extended period of time with my good friend Gurl (TM) trying to decipher one particular ad within an issue of vogue that contained so many mismatched items. There was an interesting story we had concocted but it seems to slip my mind. Anyway, there was much twitching, dry mouth, the inability to move my arms and legs in proper unison and the distinct lack OF THE MUNCHIES!!! ALL I WANTED WAS TO ENJOY A LITTLE FOOD BUT NO!! ALL I GET IS THE STUPID GREEN TONGUE/DRY MOUTH THAT ALLOWS FOR NO EATING WHATSOEVER!!! My heart was shattered.

Aside from this evident lack of desrei to nom, i found that whenever i seem to do this kind of thing (when under direct advice again from the victorian gentltard in ma brain) i feel more like a trad than ever before. Because obviously gaiz, i do not want to be the "man, i got so baked last night and was lolling @ everything and i felt supah cool and everyone thought i looked like a reeel rebel" kind of person who just partakes in such pleasures as a means to promote the image that they are so cool. I know people like that, i do not want to be like them. there is mroe than just image. I don't particulary enjoy being baked most of the time, some people do and i applaud them, they are allowed to do whatever they choose according to Mr. Sartre. In other words, i have decided to take a break form both drinkkkking and le smoking for a period of time - unless some slapper asks me out (but srsly, what are the odds of that?).

SO, MOVING ON. I am now officially deferred from ma universitah, and have the notion of working nexxt year to gain new photographic equipment as well as indulging in my SINGULAR vice of comic book collecting/fetish. IT WILL BE SO GREAT!! This thought, when mixed with the idea of giant falls roadtrip to tasmania for new years, makes me so very giddy i just have to squuueeellll like a little gurly gurl (TM).

SO, MOVING ON AGAIN, I HAVE TO GO NOW................. loooovveeee yooouuuu