Perfection.

(This is going to be a bit of a rant. You have been warned.)


Being perfect is hard. Flawless appearance, composure, mannerisms, clothes, makeup, conversational skills. All essential to being a "responsible young lady".

Last night, I had to go to an important dinner that required me to conduct myself in a perfectly flawless fashion. So, I spent hours, carefully preparing my outfit, and trying to strike the right balance of  makeup. I managed to pull off the "perfect young lady" act for a good couple of hours, stunning, charming, polite, poised, refined, etc.

After those couple of hours, I got rather hyper (probably as a result of the 5+ glasses of Coke), so I left the room, and found a guy friend of mine loitering around. So we were talking about random shit, then we realised that it was unbecoming of a young lady to talk to random guys. So we walked to the carpark and continued our conversation. People kept coming through and giving me funny looks, and I think I got told off once (in a foreign language, so I couldn't really tell).

We walked further into the carpark, behind some cars, so you couldn't really see us from the doorway, and continued talking. After a while, the girls came in. They're really nice people, but unlike me, they don't need to act like "young ladies", because it comes naturally to them.

Anyway, me being as slutty as I am, they assumed we were doing something dodgy behind the cars. Which we weren't (seriously). And they haven't stopped lecturing me since.

Seriously.
I would like to not give a fuck what the hell I look like. I would like to not give a fuck about what people think about me. And I would fucking like to stop looking over my shoulder every fucking moment of my life.

Childhood Games

Did anyone ever have those computer games in primary school? Well, in our school, we had Mac's with insanely good graphics, so there were a few games that stuck in my memory:

1. Marble Blaster

A game where you have to roll around a marble an different colourful levels, while collecting diamonds and trying not to fall off. Over the years, people who got to the highest levels were ceremonially crowned "The Ball King". And those who were not so talented... "Can't you control your balls?". Yeah, we had a really advanced sense of humor.

2. Numbers Up

Surprisingly, an educational game. Well, sort of. It was basically a board game where you were on an island, and each space, they would ask you a maths question. (of course, we kept the setting to Grade 2, although we were in Grades 5 and 6). They would then give you a numerical score, which was how many spaces you would move. The point of the game was to get off the island first, and before the volcano erupts. And, because there could be up to four players, there would be four people trying to squeeze themselves in front of one computer, resulting in many yells of "You're crushing meeeee!!".

3. Slime Games

One of the first internet based games we played. There was a whole range, including many varieties of Slime Volleyball, Slime Soccer, Slime Basketball, Slime Cricket, and even Slime Bowling. The only downside with these games was that most of them were two player (there was even one four player game). So once, again, people were crammed in front of a single computer, except in this game, they all had to use the keys...

4. Gold Rush

Another educational game, this one about the Australian gold rush. It was basically like a "choose your own" storybook, in which the player was a miner who came to Australia in the gold rush. You follow the story on, making sure to follow the rules that most miners would have at that time.

5. Millsberry

Another internet based game. Or games rather. Millsberry was like Neopets, except instead of funny little animals to look after, you got a person. And to make money, you have to play little minigames to earn money. Best city ever? I think so.

All these games bring back a sudden surge of nostalgia... But theyre awesome games!

Derek :)

Writing a blog is hard. Because I don't think enough about enough stuff enough.
So, I asked a friend what to write about.
And he, being the resourceful person that he is, replied:
"write about something awesome that you like. like me :)"

So here we are.

Derek. He's currently studying for his Bachelor of Engineering degree. While he's not doing that, he apparently likes to hustle in Sydney's underground disco scene. He also has a large food capacity, having once eaten a "double pounder" (for people like me who don't know what that is, it's eight quarter pounders worth of meat). I don't think he's very scary, but he could pass off as insanely creepy.

And I'm pretty sure he's also currently single.

FUCK.

So yeah, I made this blog a whiiile ago, and haven't used it but I'm bored-ass crazy now, so I might as well rant.

Starting this blog off on an angsty note. I'm having a not-fight with a friend. Like, you know when you have a fight, but noone really wants to say it, so you go around pretending everything is absolutely normal? One of those. And it's not even a bitchy girl fight either. I mean, I don't even think this chick has any bitch in her. I'm not even saying it's her fault. To be honest, she was probably right about saying the things she did ("you're a fucking self-centred whiny bitch"), because hey, here I am whining. And I didn't say very many nice things to her either.

And this all happened over the internet.

But what happened next hit hard. I know, arguing full out over the internet is a stupid thing to do. But she went around showing people. And, as gossip goes around, some nasty things about me got around to my boss and now I might lose my job.

It just occurred to me that I'm going all "Junior High Bitch".

Seriously though, one little bittle thing is going to ruin my life until I'm old enough to get a name change and move countries.

And then I have the other friends to deal with. Just because she's currently being a PMS-y bitch wo reduced me to tears does not mean you get to show up at my school with baseball bats to beat the shit outta her.

GOD, being a teenager is fucking hard.