It’s a bit angry. Oh well.

So I’ll write what I have to write and then the title. Really how can you make a title un-pretentious?
Anything you say just sounds like you’re being a smart-arse.
Besides, rants are so much fun. I love just writing the first thing that comes into my head.

…Like the fact that some people just can’t travel. Some people can’t camp and some people you actually can’t take anywhere.
We were staying at the house I used to live in, a real isolated coastal rural town. I had some friends who complained about everything. They didn’t like the water. They thought the water tasted bad so they went and bought numerous bottles of water. They complained about the flies, The heat, the wind, the sand. Come on people, just harden up please. People who didn’t like swimming came to this house. The reason we went was because it was a 5 minute walk to the beach.
The town is pretty lonely. It’s the perfect place to think about things. To think about your own life and everything. This kid, so scared of water that he preferred to sit in the hot house for 4 days.

Don’t get me started on people who are obsessed with cleaning and cooking. I told these people not to clean the kitchen because it was already clean and they just keep cleaning.
So you’re trapped in a situation like this; You have to join in on the cleaning otherwise they’ll accuse you of being a poor host.

No I don’t find it quirky that you are verging on ocd with the cleaning.
Stop trying to scrub the marks on my frying pan, thats just the paint you’re scubbing away and you’re putting a hole in my perfectly fine stick-free fry pan. Go clean somewhere else. I like my mess, it’s good for my immune system.

Please don’t expect there to be a “Maccas” in every country town, personally I’m proud that there are no fast-food chains in Lancelin. Stop complaining about the salt when you’re at the damn beach.

If you read this and you are the people I’m talking about, then I’m sorry. But you wouldn’t even let my ride in your car back to Perth and I found that rather offensive after I let you sleep in my bedroom for a week.

You’d be so nice to come home to. You’d be so nice by the fire.

This website is cool

http://www.thecoolhunter.com.au/

Short and sad

This year, although there were no dramas, Christmas was short and sad.

We jumped from different families’ parties. We had a taste of the food at each gathering. Had a chat. Left to the next family group.

What mostly made me sad was seeing grandad. Grandad was diagnosed with skin cancer this year, again. He’s been lucky to live through many close calls, but now he’s on his last legs, maybe give him a few days.

So many things around you seem stupid when people are dying, but you also don’t want to make anything seem different. For a Christmas present, grandad tried to get us all things to make cocktails, he got me the vodka, my sister the recipe the book and would have bought Cathy these glasses, but the morning dad went to get them, the shop was closed, dad was supposed to get them for grandad. So today, as we opened our presents in front of everyone, grandad gave me the vodka and it was the new absolut vodka with the studs on it (it looks a bit like a bondage instrument). Terri opened the recipe book. Due to the fact that Cathy didn’t get the glasses, none of us made the connection, and all of grandads attempts seemed futile. When dad explained that to me tonight, I spent about half an hour crying in the shower. I guess the fact that grandad won’t be here very longer is only just hitting me.

The whole time he just looked so sad. What was going on his mind?

I tried to strike up conversation with him. Everything just sounded stupid. Usually you just tell your grandparents how ’successful your year has been and all your plans for the future’. I guess thats what I did, but if you were going to die in a few days, wouldn’t you just be thinking It’s great you’re telling me this, but it’s kind of shit for me because I miss out on seeing it.

I guess thats just what I would be saying to myself. Although any speculation I have about my future self is influenced by my immature 18 year old self, which won’t be the case 70 years from now.

Grandad got really short in the last two days, and thin.

I don’t want people to die

It’s just stupid.

Yet again, I’m back to Nina.

Someone told me it’s all happening at the zoo

Yay

So I got into the bachelor course
yay!
Just when everything was so shit
friends were falling out
money was tight
things weren’t moving along
everything was just staying stagnant and I constantly felt like there was a lump in my throat.
Then I found out I had gotten in the bachelor course and my sister passed her driving test.
haha thats life then, things are bad for a while and then suddenly everything has a purpose again.

I guess thats my new motto: “When the going gets tough, wait”

Living in Vain

When you were young, did you ever imagine that someone was watching you?

You suddenly became very aware of how you acted by yourself and how you looked

Sometimes people do it now and you can tell.

well you can’t really ever know, because the point is that they are alone and no one is watching.

Anyway so, people do it when it comes to music

thats how you can tell.

You can tell they don’t really like the music because when they are trying to show you the music they like, they spend the whole time talking.

They might talk about they clothes that this artist is wearing in the clip, or they’re pointing out things that they are doing in the music video.

I get a bit scared about the whole ‘doing things in vain’ because I think about what I do, I think about things that I like and the art that I like, the food I eat. How much of it do I do in vain? Do I only listen to music to fulfill some wish that I fit into a certain category.

What if we all just listen to music that we don’t really like, more we wish we liked, does that mean we live a life that isn’t really ours? Or maybe we just end up liking the things we tell ourselves to like for whatever reason and the things we do in vain eventually just become habit and we don’t know any other way of living.

arghlag;h’n

I’m JUST SO SICK OF SPAM

GHADBJ;BDFJA ‘

 

Man this weather is on steroids

Its just so confusing. The other day i said to some friends

“Hey I bet it will be this hot tommorow, lets go to the beach”

“Yeah it’s going to be hot, but overcast, Lets do it some other day”

 

So I wake up the next morning and it’s hot, and sunny.

I think there needs to be some sort of alarm for good weather.

If it’s good weather, the alarm goes off and work is called off, everyone goes to the beach.

I’m just so incredibly sick of sitting in my room doing work while it’s steaming hot outside.