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.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
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.
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.
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