Friday, August 29, 2003
hmmmm....
did u know that all the good websites on suicide have disappeared from the net?
now all thats left are christian and anti-depression sites which are pretty much a load of fuckin bullshit
anyways, that anatomy quiz did not go well, but at least the pigs did. having said that, next week, c----- is sure to be hell.
isn't that a law or sumthing? anything that can go wrong, will i think its Murphy's Law....
had a shithole of a day yesterday:
lost sumthing on the train (a pricey sumthing which i will have to replace)
failed aforementioned quiz
met up with old friend who has changed so much i almost don't want to know her anymore
met up with more old friends to celebrate aforementioned friend's birthday
experience was akin to having teeth pulled without the anaesthetic
discovered old friends all had new exciting developments in their lives (re: guys)
suffered thru 6hrs of trivial banter under the pretence of friendship
whole time wanted to get pissed and roll onto traintracks
the end
did u know that all the good websites on suicide have disappeared from the net?
now all thats left are christian and anti-depression sites which are pretty much a load of fuckin bullshit
anyways, that anatomy quiz did not go well, but at least the pigs did. having said that, next week, c----- is sure to be hell.
isn't that a law or sumthing? anything that can go wrong, will i think its Murphy's Law....
had a shithole of a day yesterday:
lost sumthing on the train (a pricey sumthing which i will have to replace)
failed aforementioned quiz
met up with old friend who has changed so much i almost don't want to know her anymore
met up with more old friends to celebrate aforementioned friend's birthday
experience was akin to having teeth pulled without the anaesthetic
discovered old friends all had new exciting developments in their lives (re: guys)
suffered thru 6hrs of trivial banter under the pretence of friendship
whole time wanted to get pissed and roll onto traintracks
the end
Thursday, August 21, 2003
how typical. i really should be studying for an anatomy quiz or at least starting an assignment which is due far too soon, but instead i'm starting this. probably noone will even read it. well, if anyone is reading it - thankyou. u should probably stop now though, cos i guarantee my incessant selfish pessimism will soon start to piss u off, if it has not done so already.
now this is where i go wrong - even my blog, like my conversation, can't help but enter the dangerously boring territory of work. i seem to lack the skills other people have of discussing even the remotely interesting. for example, in a conversation with me, you would have started by now to frantically point at your watch, slipping in a 'ohmygodi'mlate' before making a quick escape, or wilding gesturing for ur friend to save you from superbore. i diagnose the problem as being due to severe lack in social skills, which culminates into extreme territory. for example, most people (i believe) in conversation will share interesting/humerous/disgusting/shocking tales of themselves, their friends and aquaintances. however, for this to occur, it would require one actually having friends and aquaintances for one to talk about. a dilemma.
i have to go to c----- tomorrow and learn about pig farming. i am definately looking forward to it. (i reckon one of the worst things about the written word is that sarcasm is not always apparent).
i like the number 42 - because i like the number 6 (its my favourite) and my sister likes the number 7. multiply them and u get 42. Oh and douglas adams, the only writer i find capable of writing humour, says that 42 is the answer to the great question of 'the meaning of life, the universe and everything'.
i think that the meaning of life, the universe and everything is death. in the end, everyone dies - it truly is a unifying factor. i sometimes wonder what the whole point of everything is. why bother with doing anything when in the end, you will end up nothing but dust. Hamlet was rite when he said we are but wormsmeat.
it's pathetic really. even my thoughts are unoriginal.
well.
i bet this won't last long - i have absolutely no motivation, and also, while other bloggers discuss the complicated network of their social life, mine is non-existent, thus leading to the prediction, that so too shall this blog wither away and die in a curled up heap of depression.
i should join the antisocial club.
now this is where i go wrong - even my blog, like my conversation, can't help but enter the dangerously boring territory of work. i seem to lack the skills other people have of discussing even the remotely interesting. for example, in a conversation with me, you would have started by now to frantically point at your watch, slipping in a 'ohmygodi'mlate' before making a quick escape, or wilding gesturing for ur friend to save you from superbore. i diagnose the problem as being due to severe lack in social skills, which culminates into extreme territory. for example, most people (i believe) in conversation will share interesting/humerous/disgusting/shocking tales of themselves, their friends and aquaintances. however, for this to occur, it would require one actually having friends and aquaintances for one to talk about. a dilemma.
i have to go to c----- tomorrow and learn about pig farming. i am definately looking forward to it. (i reckon one of the worst things about the written word is that sarcasm is not always apparent).
i like the number 42 - because i like the number 6 (its my favourite) and my sister likes the number 7. multiply them and u get 42. Oh and douglas adams, the only writer i find capable of writing humour, says that 42 is the answer to the great question of 'the meaning of life, the universe and everything'.
i think that the meaning of life, the universe and everything is death. in the end, everyone dies - it truly is a unifying factor. i sometimes wonder what the whole point of everything is. why bother with doing anything when in the end, you will end up nothing but dust. Hamlet was rite when he said we are but wormsmeat.
it's pathetic really. even my thoughts are unoriginal.
well.
i bet this won't last long - i have absolutely no motivation, and also, while other bloggers discuss the complicated network of their social life, mine is non-existent, thus leading to the prediction, that so too shall this blog wither away and die in a curled up heap of depression.
i should join the antisocial club.
