LET'S TALK ABOUT CUNTS

NO.1

YOUR MUM IS LIKE A GERMAN TOILET SHE SHITS ON THE POO SHELF

yes.

BITCHES BE JEALOUS COS I GOT A HOT DATE,

YOU SIT AT HOME/IN THE PUBLIC RESTROOM,

AND MASTURBATE.

FUCK OATH I WENT ON GENVINS LAPTOP AND THEN WENT ONTO HIS SKYPE AND HE WAS TALKING TO MY HOT DATE WTF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I SHOULD CLARIFY THAT WHEN I SAY HOT DATE I MEAN THATCONTENT-WISE IT IS FUCKIN HOT

SO FUCK OFF FAGETS WHO HAVE GAY PARTIES IN ASSES

the Bleshbot 6000

makes real rad playlists.

Click whichever to download and things - Sequined Plarnts for those in need of bwobs, and Twitter Biffles for just all round kool choonage.

#sunexblosians #cockrose

screenplay

A quick preview of the screenplay Stephen wrote on New Years Eve, based on the events that occurred late last year that resulted in Stephen and I fleeing Goulburn, after Stephen's growing addiction to illicit hard drugs left me with a broken leg and the two of us fearing for our lives. Starring Stephen, Bob, Soozy and myself.

farts1090

Every week for uni, I have to do readings for my Arts1090 course, then do a blog post about it on the Arts1090 Wordpress where I discuss the concepts in the reading and demonstrate an understanding of them. Since Stephen's been taking over all my internet related accounts recently, he decided to do my weekly blog post for me too. The reading was about the impact of logos and semiotics.

"ALRIGHT CUNTS. HERE IS A BLOG ABOUT FUCKIN SHIT AND SHIT ABOUT NIGGAS AND KFC.

KERNAL SANDERS MAY NOT BE A PERSON YOU ACTUALLY KNOW, BUT HE IS LIKE YOUR UNCLE ON EVERY BOX OF CHICKEN

INT HSI WAY HE BECOAME THE CLOGOs."

HERRO KITTY KAT

Goddamn, I asked Blosia to change my passwords for Tumblr and Twitter and I have next to no output, besides my own Facebook and Genvin's Twitter. And now his account on Blogger.

So Stephen, what's new? I shaved my head.

I forgot Blosia's Twitter and Tumblr passwords.

I have studied a lot.

And I DGAF!!!!!!!!! YOU ALL BETRAY ME.

I have decided to major in English, cause I can. Hopefully it will be enjoyable and things, and I'll meet people who aren't so NGaannngGGGHHH. Not really a BAD thing, just that I will probably not talk to most of the people I've met after semester's up.

So what else is new? I have lots of anger and stress. I'm getting grey hairs and things. I am feeling old, not because I am not aware of whichever artist is popular with the kids these days, but because, day by day, I am drifting further and further into a mindset in which I live in the past and future. I look back wistfully upon memories as better times that will never be had again, and look to the future for some hollow form of satisfaction in the form of a house that I might own far, far away from here.

Never the present, even though it makes a lot of sense to live life moment by moment, rather than looking back or forward, looking out to a time and place that is either gone or might never exist.

The way I am going, I will not leave my mark on this world. Too busy thinking of being somewhere else to just be where I am, to sit back and take in the world as it is.

What does any of this have to do with feeling old? I'm not sure, but I am definitely not enjoying myself.

What is with this rush to grow up? We are eighteen. The world has only just begun to recognise that we exist. So what's the reason behind wanting to don a suit and blend in? Why not just make as huge an impact as possible, starting as early as possible? Go fucking ape shit, because you have an excuse to carry on this way.

Why are grown-ups so bitter? When you tell me that someone is mature for their age, that just means to me that they constantly disapprove of everything. Jaded, intolerant, and intolerable.

As we drag our feet through this life, we carry along these buckets. Stereotypes. Whatever we think we know about something, we throw it in the corresponding bucket. Gradually, these buckets fill with assumptions, and, as they fill, we ask less and less because we think our knowledge of the world grows. The world is no longer a place of mystery and wonder, it just becomes this horrible thing where we think we know what is going to happen, and it will never work out for anyone.

ahhhhhhhhhhh.

I don't really have that much to say that you would care for. I can bitch about people, bitch about bitches, bitch about fucking Commerce and UNSW and the public transport system. I can pretend to be a grownup and complain about this damned pinko left government and talk about investing stocks and shit, but I don't really give a shit about any of that. I just give a shit about what immediately surrounds me.

I'm still wondering what went wrong, but I don't know if I care anymore. Sense is not what people make, nor have.

I've been using "You only live one" as an excuse to misbehave and do shit that is really pointless. Sometimes, pointless things are pretty cool, they're pretty funny and shit. like stealing a bunch of stickers and making a mummy out of someone. Definitely lolzworthy. But getting completely smashed, throwing up and being unconscious for four hours and making a total arse of myself seems to be such a huge waste of time. I've got it under control, I hope. I don't want to do that again, because I didn't have much fun, and I don't think it's really a way to have much fun in the future.

Did you know that if a girl says that she likes beer, there is a 70% chance that she will want to go home and sleep with you?

There is a lot of anguish inside of me that can only be released as a youtube video of me rapping to some beat that I have not made.

I BOMB ATOMICALLY,

SOCRATES' PHILOSOPHIES AND HYPOTHESES CAN'T DEFINE HOW i'LL BE DROPPIN THESE MOCKERIES

LYRICALLY PERFORM ARMED ROBBERY, FLEE WITH THE LOTTERY, POSSIBLY THEY SPOTTED ME

I got new Wu and even though the flow is tight and shit, I still prefer 36 Chambers for its catchy choruses and lo-fi beats.

This has been a blog update.

I googled nerds mum and your mum came up

... yeah